Placeholder: The barrel creaks beneath your weight as you settle onto its weathered surface. The deck rocks gently, the rhythm of the sea's movements matching the subtle sway of the vessel. You reach into your pocket and produce three small, worn dice, their edges dulled by countless rolls. As you shake them in your palm, the sound is muffled by the patter of rain and the groan of the ship's timbers. The old sailor notices you from the corner of his eye, his grip on the compass tightening as he mutters some The barrel creaks beneath your weight as you settle onto its weathered surface. The deck rocks gently, the rhythm of the sea's movements matching the subtle sway of the vessel. You reach into your pocket and produce three small, worn dice, their edges dulled by countless rolls. As you shake them in your palm, the sound is muffled by the patter of rain and the groan of the ship's timbers. The old sailor notices you from the corner of his eye, his grip on the compass tightening as he mutters some

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The barrel creaks beneath your weight as you settle onto its weathered surface. The deck rocks gently, the rhythm of the sea's movements matching the subtle sway of the vessel. You reach into your pocket and produce three small, worn dice, their edges dulled by countless rolls. As you shake them in your palm, the sound is muffled by the patter of rain and the groan of the ship's timbers. The old sailor notices you from the corner of his eye, his grip on the compass tightening as he mutters some

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