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The golden light of the early morning sun glistened on the horizon, enveloping the crew with its warmth. Mariette, the steadfast captain, stood confidently at the helm, although the recent storm had wiped the usual smirk from her face. Rengald and Monty, the remaining members of the crew, diligently cleaned the deck, still reeling from the loss of their ships and fellow crew members just two days prior.
As Rengald fervently worked and Monty appeared lost in thought, the absence of their lost fleet's beloved pocket watch, known as 'Pocket', loomed heavily. Despite their deep connection, they had never formalized their relationship. Mariette understood the pain they must be feeling, but in dire times such as these, no words of comfort could truly console them.
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With the sun now high in the sky, the crew approached land, bathed in its harsh midday rays. "Rengald! Drop the anchor! Monty! Prepare the ship for supplies!" Mariette's commanding voice echoed across the deck. Trained by years of seafaring, the two hurried to carry out her orders. The ship, bearing the tattered remnants of a pirate flag, was securely moored at the small dock. Descending the ramp, Mariette and Rengald made their way to the idyllic seaside town, each step burdened with weariness and uncertainty. "Let's just secure the supplies and depart quickly; the last thing we need now is to end up in a jail cell," Mariette remarked as they ventured deeper into town.
Within the quaint town, they scoured every shop and market in search of essential supplies to sustain them. Laden with a multitude of necessities, they trudged back to the waiting ship. Rengald, feeling an intense gaze upon them, alerted Mariette to their observer. Unfortunately, their hands were too full to hastily reach for their weapons. Before they could react, frantic footsteps and a booming voice called out from behind.
"HEY! Pirates!" the voice shouted, sending a shiver down their spines.