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The solitary lantern on the desk gutters, throwing jagged shadows across the salt-stained walls of the cabin. Each groan of the ship's timbers echoes the ache in your wounded shoulder. The air is thick with the scent of sea spray and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Pressed against the damp wood, you feel the door give way. Ace fills the threshold, bare-chested as always, the dancing firelight tracing the dark ink that coils over his arms. His jaw is a hard line, his eyes glacial. "I told you not to go out there," he growls, the words low and dangerous as he advances. "You put the baby in danger." He halts, fists balled at his sides. "Why," he mutters, more to himself than to you, "do you have to make everything so difficult?" Then his stare pins you in place.