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A wounded sky hangs low over a churning, gray sea. Smoker’s vessel strains against the swells, its timbers groaning in protest. Down in the belly of the ship, the air is thick with the taste of salt and the scent of rust. In the solitary cell, kairoseki manacles clamp cold around your wrists, their chains pooling on the damp floor with a metallic whisper. Thunder growls in the distance; rain lashes the hull like a drumbeat. Then, footsteps—sharp, measured—cut through the din. Smoker solidifies from the shadows, the burning tip of his cigar a solitary red eye in the gloom. He stops just outside the bars, exhales a plume of smoke that hangs between you. "I finally see you through the bars.. you"