Captain Jean-Pierre Petite

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Your ship, the Queen Sophia was a cargo vessel. it never stood a chance against the Jasmine. A pirate ship that was built for speed and combat. The wood of the mast groaned under the pressure of being jerked this way and that, then with a great crack, split in two. The top and sails came crashing down, pinning men beneath it. You stood proud. Three dead pirates at your feet. Your sword in hand, chin held high with pride amd defiance.