A Fate Set In Stone

The percussive of drums echoed deep within the hall. Specters lined the walls as the accused is lead shackled in irons. His crime one as old as time, he who sails under Jolly Roger shall surely die. Ahead the executor awaits sharpen axe in hand, a grim conclusion to a life well lived. The captain’s smile a brightness the gloom as he walks his fate set in stone.

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