gloomy tune rose from the royal ship when another boy, taller than the first, emerged. He paused at the top of the gangplank, taking in the broken Row. It was too far for me to gauge his expression, not to mention his head was covered in another one of those funny hats. But he was dressed in a black tunic, a thick belt on his slender waist, and the golden hilt of his sword caught the gleam of the morning light. Crewmen shuffled around his back like a sort of shield. The crewmen were the source of the gloomy tune. Their voices were ghoulish and dreary. Almost a touch mad. I tilted my head,
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