The ancients said there were three maritime professions: trade, fishing, and piracy. In the world where volunteer number nine was unsuccessfully thrown, they think the same.
Go to the other end of the sea to the Cape of Iron? To that very grand forge, where the troops of the godless southerners get the best weapons and ammunition in the world? After all, if this is not the heart of the empire of the demons, then at least the liver, and such organs are supposed to be carefully protected, except perhaps on great holidays making exceptions for the sake of abundant libations. For a hundred years now, no one has ventured into those waters. Attack a dark stronghold with two ships, having only one experienced captain, who, moreover, became famous only for the fact that he crashed his ship on the damned coast of Mizhgirya? And he is also obsessed with suicidal desires: he dreams of heroically perishing, as is customary among men of his kind. Are there really crazy people who can be enrolled in the team for such a psycho?
There will be, if it promises a share in the production. They will go to hell with the team, not like the unsuccessful captain. And you, sir guardian, think about how to carry this prey out of there … and your head at the same time.
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