Stepping into a trap

Ol’Seadog nodded.

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After a long while, he stepped into the cabin again.

"There isn’t a problem, cap’n. The four children has inherited the shade of their father’s hair and pupils; be lookin’ identical to him. Furthermore, Mister Kayto asks of me, if it be possible, might the cap’n allocate some gold fer him to procure a magical balm. Tis’ balm be known to hail from Saudi Arabia, possessin’ great healing efficacy fer wounds and illnesses. Tis’ be his original words – each ounce of the balm can save ten lives durin’ a crisis."

Sheyan decisively answered.

"Alright. Take Canbi and Blacksail with ye. Bring along another ten lads. I confer 10,000 guineas unto you, go purchase to its limits."

Yet another period elapsed. Perfuming with thick scent, an on oil balm was presented to Sheyan where his nightmare imprint notified him.