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  • The Shipworker 3: A Fresh Start

    After my less than welcoming stay at the inn, I launch the key at the innkeeper without so much as a thank you. I head down to the docks once again, and scope out the workers. Out of the blue, a shady looking marshfriend approaches me and introduces herself as Deeja. She tells me that she has some w...
  • The Shipworker 2: Scavenger

    I’m awoken by the rising sun. The force of the blast must have knocked me out for a good nine or ten hours. I stand up, and immediately feel a stab of pain in my right leg, and a crippling chest pain. I diagnose myself accordingly, with a broken leg and a cracked rib. Right then. Calling on the powe...
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  • The Shipworker 1: The Black-ish Flag

    I awake to the usual assault on my senses; the constant creaking of the hull and squawking of the gulls, the stench of sweating crewmates and half-rotted wood, and the taste of the sea, salty and dry. Feeling a bit green around the gills from the rocking, even though I should be more than used to it...
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  • The Shipworker: Author's Note

    Before I begin writing out this story, I should really give credit to Clement Bilhorn's 'The Dockworker' and Saryn's 'The Last', both of whom inspired me, of sorts, to write this. I’ve been wanting to write a story on my character for a while now, and I’ve finally got an idea of how I’m going to put...
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