That was Flint's treasure that we had come so far to seek, and that had cost already the lives of seventeen men from Limsa Lominsa. How many it had cost in the ammassing, what blood and sorrow, what good ships scuttled on the deep, what brave men walking the plank blindfold, what shot of cannon, what shame and lies and cruelty, perhaps no man alive could tell. And yet those peculiar mammets were talking about the hideaway of our dreams...
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