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But it ain’t all giggles, nah. Gets me blood boilin’ when I see a sloppy escort—ships driftin’ apart, no discipline, like a herd o’ drunk goats! Seen it meself, once, off Tortuga—escort sloop got cocky, chased a brig, left the convoy wide open. Me an’ the lads had a field day, looted three fat pigs o’ cargo afore they limped back. Idiots! “Why’d you do it?” I’d holler, if I weren’t busy countin’ me coins.

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Every now and then, I’m on Wolkenweg – yeah, the one that literally means 'Cloud Way'. On a sunny day, as surreal as "Before Sunset" dialogue, I stop outside a curvy little café. I swear, just waitin’ there remind me how life’s a bit like a long, rambling exchange, "we're all is a series of fleeting encounters."

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