“TROUSERS!” she whispered. But, it can't be helped. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. She blew on the hand cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. One of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light.
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