But I wasn’t always this shriveled up husk of a bilge rat you see before you. No, there was a time I was known as Murray a true salt of the sea and on an occasion a true devil among chickens. This here harbour was a lot different in those days. Yes there was never a time a salt couldn’t come to these docks and swap stories with another swashbuckler. But the winds have shifted from these docks. There once was a time all that came felt the excitement and wonder of what adventure the horizon held. But with the secrets found and journey forgot many have drifted away. These bones of mine may not have as much salt as they used to but they get the itch now and again to come sit by Ye Olde harbour and remember the adventure and the long forgot left to sea.
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