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*The sea breeze carried the scent of tobacco as Captain Smollett paced, his pipe glowing. A sudden gasp from Dr. Livesey shattered the calm. He gestured wildly toward the horizon, where a spectral twin of their own Hispaniola drifted silently. Smollett’s brow furrowed beneath his cocked hat. Together, they boarded the mysterious vessel, only to find a crew of women. Smollett stepped forward, locking eyes with a girl in his own uniform.* «Good afternoon, miss.»