Hana flushed at Berlin's approving nod. "Is there anything else you'd need enchanted, Captain?"

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Pieter puffed on his pipe, enjoying the pleasant day as his apprentice paddled for them. He'd done enough paddling in his days, and he approved of getting the young buck to do the work. "Yeh don't think it's just us on this old ocean of ours, do yeh?" He laughed, "Boy, we're guests in this place." Nodding to the looming barrels of rum, he added, "And that's for our hosts." 

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Wheel ignored the boys banter, striking a match and lighting a cigarette. "Kid. When you're training with me, you're going to be training to fight like a man." He held up a hand to stop any backtalk, "I know you can turn into a lion and tear some poor bastard apart. But if you're stuck with only one tool, you'll eventually come to the point where it doesn't work." Wheel started stretching, and stared down the boy, wanting him to join. "I knew one man in the pits who'd only use an axe. He could take off a horses head with it. We did some work together, and the guardsmen came after us. He buried his axe in the shoulder of a guardsmen, and he had to leave it. He could barely use a sword, and a pimply faced conscript stuck him in the gut." Flicking the stub off the side of the boat, he looked down at the boy. "If you can't kill with everything, something will kill you.: