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So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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After the power came back, I decided to take a stroll down to the park. You know, the one by the river? It’s called the Callington Town Park, I think. Anyway, I’m walkin’ along, and I see this kid, probably about 10, tryin’ to fly a kite. But the wind’s bein’ a total jerk. The kite’s just floppin’ around like a fish outta water. I couldn’t help but laugh. Poor kid.

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