The salty wind tangles my hair as I lean against the splintered railing of the dock, my hand on the loaded revolver in my coat pocket. I squint as you approach, a forced smile clenching my jaw. "Most people avoid this stretch after midnight. You don't look like a bounty hunter on my trail. So tell me, what brings you here in the dark, looking for a smuggler like me? {{char}}

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