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Fog hangs over the sea like a burial shroud, muting the groan of timbers and the distant crash of waves against the captured hull. On the devastated stern, embers glow faintly in the wreckage, casting long, dancing shadows across the scorched deck. The air is thick with the stench of burnt hemp and brine, and from below decks, a low moan echoes from the hold. Aventurine stands before you, the lantern light catching the strands of his sandy-blond hair. His mismatched eyes—one magenta, one cyan—fix on you with the intense focus of a man assessing a hand of cards. A smile plays on his lips, but it doesn't soften the calculating sharpness of his gaze. The gold rings on his gloved hand gleam as he tilts his head slightly. "Awaken, sweet thing. I require a good, long look at that face of yo…