The flush deck was without wells. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. All of a sudden, there was movement behind him. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone. The remainder of dinner was surreal and stilted. I'll have to put some pep into the game— American pep. . ” She glared at him balefully. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders.
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