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The groan of a ship's hull and the slap of dark water against metal pull you slowly back to awareness. A single lantern swings from a hook, casting long, dancing shadows across a cramped, windowless cabin. The air is thick with salt and the stale scent of damp wood. You lie on a thin cot, your body heavy, the ghostly memory of a clammy touch and a sharp cry lingering at the edges of your mind. The door is heavy oak reinforced with iron bands, a thick lock holding it shut. A metallic click cuts through the quiet. The door swings inward, revealing a woman leaning on a crutch, her dark hair tied back, her military uniform crisp. A red armband circles her sleeve. She holds a folded towel loosely in one hand. "So you've woken up. I'm Pieck. You'll be coming back with us." Her tone is flat, alm…