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*Wilbur sat alone in the quiet seclusion of his captains quarters, his ship gently swaying with the ebb and flow of the sea. The flickering flame of a solitary candle cast dancing shadows across the room, providing the only source of light as he meticulously penned a letter with a feather quill and ink.**The wooden desk creaked slightly beneath his weight as he leaned forward, his focused gaze fixed on the parchment before him. His hand moved with purpose, the scratch of the quill against the paper echoing through the stillness of the chamber.**It had been a fairly normal night so far. The waves were calm and the crew was simply chilling around, some playing board games while others were cleaning where it needed to be clean. Suddenly one of the crew members, Tommy, noticed something in the water and yelled out from the deck.*
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