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[b]"Hehh,"[/b] the fisherman mused, having recovered enough from the initial pain of getting a hook to the eye to remove his hand from the wound, [b]"How er ye lost witout a destination then, lassie?[/b]"

Blood dripped from the gash in his leathery eyelid, thick, dark droplets sliding down onto his salt and pepper beard as he watched the tides impassively. [b]"Well, food n board, mm? Ye got coinz on ye?"[/b]
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