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The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when we started preparing to leave. The docks were eerily quiet. The silence was only broken by the lazy lapping of waves against the hull and the occasional shuffle of Jason's crew.
The Argo was big enough to hold us all comfortably, yet small enough to move fast and stay nimble. Two essential qualities when your income depends on piracy.
We were already on board, keeping a close eye out for any signs of trouble. Ever since the plane crash, we’d been on edge, jumping at every little thing, even our own shadows. Aside from us, the docks were completely still. A crisp breeze carried the scent of salt, seaweed, and old wood. The other ships rocked gently in the lazy tide, giving off an almost peaceful vibe.
Jason stood at the center of
