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Day 6
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"Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

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*Captain Elijah*

The mighty Captain slammed his fist on his desk in frustration, exhausted from the storm and sobering after the party that was many hours before. Maps scattering and thumping on the floor as his desk shook from the force of Eli's hand. "Can't I ever have a moment of peace?" He spoke to himself clenching his jaw, a trust shattering talk with Marcelo forcing the anger back into the kind mans heart. Burying his freckled face into his own hands, Elijah sat a moment as his mind raced back and forth, the never ending war in his brain raging after he had finally calmed it with alcohol. Moments by himself were the worst to him, stuck with the memories and trauma to fight off alone. Removing his hands from his face he reached for the bottle his friend had left, quickly chucking it at the wall with a wrathful curse as he remembered he had finished it off already. The shards plastering to the wall and scattering across the floorboards. Angrily standing and pouring himself another drink. Downing most of it before slamming the glass on the desk, a hollow pop sound ringing through the room, with another thud that followed quickly after. "The hell?" He questioned, leaning down and looking over his table. Attempting to find where the sound came from.
A small compartment had clicked open from under his drawer. A leather covered book falling out in a cloud of debris. The Captain curiously picked up the unknown item, his anger disappearing for just a moment as he sat down. Carefully untying the book he grazed his ringed fingertips across the emblem on the dusty cover. The Hades Raider star. The Brassard raised a brow, carefully opening to the first page, as he read his stomach dropped and his chest tightened.
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'𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝐹𝓎𝓃𝓃 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓇𝒹, 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.'
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Elijah paused on the forgotten page, "Your crew must've gifted this to you huh dad.." he spoke solemnly to himself, his golden eyes glossy as he reminisced. Continuing to the next page he began reading. The Captain didn't get a wink of sleep that night, reading and re-reading every last word, finally understanding what his father meant by 'never trust a Fynian.'
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'𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃'𝓈 𝐿𝑜𝑔

𝐹𝓎𝓃𝓃 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓇𝒹...'
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"You had me scared for a second, I thought we were diggin' my grave."
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"We did, what, you don't like bein' afraid?"
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Buckle up ladies and gentlemen things are about to get dark.
Cure your hangovers and prepare yourselves for a day of rage, bloodshed, and pain.
While of course enjoying the drama.
Captain Elijah is NOT in the best mood today, everyone is walking on thin ice.
Create stronger as well as new bonds with your friends and crew mates.

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Get to know your shipmates! Make friendships, enemies, and checkout some love interests!
Anything is possible in the mythical land of Kurus.
Let me know if you have any questions, my pms are always open.

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WELCOME TO WARRING SEAS
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