The Hangover lay anchored before him, a half-dozen crew members milling across the deck with sour faces. The weather had not been particularly pleasant of late, the biting salt-wind wearing and tearing at the harbor stones. But in spite of the wind, in spite of the chill, in spite of the crushing waves, the ship—a gift from the tribe's last great warrior—was unmoved.
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