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T'was the 3rd day in Salem. Sharing information, investigating dead bodies, all of those shenanigans. Someone had been put up in the middle of town, rope fastened around his neck, possibly to be hanged.

He called out, "Ay, I swearrr on me life, I ain't 'urt a single soul o' ye townies! I came 'ere lookin' fer me booty, fer I be only a gentleman o' fortune, a Pirate, yarr?!"