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Now, picture this, ye swabs—I’m stumblin’ ‘round a port, rum in hand, and this wench, she’s got eyes like Haley Joel Osment’s in that flick, all lost-like. “I’m afraid of what’s out there,” she says, like David whisperin’ to his fake mum. Broke me black heart, it did! So I toss her a doubloon, say, “Keep yer chin up, lassie!” She grins, and I’m thinkin’, aye, she’s a survivor, craftier than me with a map!

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But then, the shopkeeper tells me it’s 30 euros. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not made of money!” He just shrugs again. Ugh, fine. I leave empty-handed, but at least I got a little joy from the hunt.