Sail of the Good Ship Calamity

Avast, ye scurvy dogs!

The ship rises above you, her sails flapping in the wind. She smells of adventure.

You've all your worldly belongings on your back, a belly relatively full of a supper you managed to eke out of that smelly old landlord back down the street.

In short, you're feeling rather fine.

And with no further ado, you step up onto the gangplank, and begin to join the other crew of the ship.

Little do you know what adventures await...

The End

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