Duelling the Masked Corsair/Tables
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| 111 | "Submit to the Prester. Surrender the heretic." "Don't listen to her!" cries the Youthful Naturalist – his last words before he leaps across the narrow space between your vessel and the Fluke's Folly. |
| 112 | Screams. Pistols. Great flames leaping. Sparks cascade into the zee as the Youthful Naturalist overturns a monstrous tripod. More topple like dominoes [...] Even the blood is burning. Then he's scrambling for a rope [...] Everything is a shimmering haze [...] |
