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jeux d'espirits

On board the Covenant

Mr Shuan has hurt the boy. This is certainly a hell ship. I try to compose a chantey, but the boy's whimpering distracts me and I can manage no more than this chorus- Weigh-heigh, Polly's my girl.

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