| Outwardly docile but inwardly stubborn, Vergot refuses to give up on his search. It is
through this stubborness (but only after many years of circling) that he comes to a secret
port, a hideaway for pirates and other dangerous men. |
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| It is a place of violence and anger, where bodies are bought , sold and destroyed,
where men waste away their lives in solitary dreams and crowded debauchery. |
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Vergot is not at home in these realms, but nonetheless he leaves the boat
at the port and walks alone into the city, his hands at his sides, his fists tightly
clenched. |
| As he walks, the signs of piracy are all around him. |
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| Small groups of men and children cluster around spider-like contraptions
full of a blue and pink liquid, sucking from the many platic tubes that spring from the
main containers. |
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Prostitutes flaunt themselves carelessly protected by huge, bald mutes
armed with axes and scimitars. |
| Men fight each other in the street, circled by their friends, by their
women and children and by curious strangers who just happen to be passing by. |
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Vergot is about to turn away in disgust and find his way back to the boat, when a large,
powerful hand taps him on the shoulder. As he is about to turn, he hears a friendly voice
behind him. "Beautiful, isn't it?" |
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