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Graring watched in dismay as his beloved ship sank slowly into the depths of the angry sea. All of his crewmates were trapped aboard the sinking vessel, and he could do nothing to save them. Clinging to a small piece of rubble, the corsair saw the North Wind disappear in the distance; the sails fading in the the setting sun. It was a beautiful sight, really.
Several hours later, another sail appeared on the horizon. Graring knew that he would be rescued, but did not relish explaining to his peers the fate of the Diy. He had been floundering in the ocean while the entire crew was either slaughtered or drowned. Staring hard at the spot where Avershire's ship had slipped from view, the corsair muttered between clenched teeth:
"You will pay!"
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