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Post by Sen on Mar 1, 2007 17:26:14 GMT -5
"Tch. This ship was headed for it, alright..." Taint Stirling mused as he gently kicked a rotted peice of wood on the tilted deck of the wrecked ship. The otter smirked and looked back to the crew of the former ship. They were all sprawled out across the beach, but something was different. Was one missing? He didn't even have time to furrow his brow when the head of a mole popped up from the corner of his eye.
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