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“He stays,” Saltbeard had grunted. “He’s got the look of Pirates’ Bay in him.”

For three years, Knaben had scrubbed decks, tied knots, and learned to read the stars from a one-eyed navigator named Mags. He had grown wiry and quick, with hands scarred by rope burn and a heart hardened by salt spray. But he had never forgotten the tale that had drawn Saltbeard to him. piratesbayknaben

Knaben had said nothing. He simply pulled a small, smooth stone from his pocket—a stone he had clutched since the wreck, a stone that hummed with an inner warmth no fire could explain. He pressed it into Dregs’ palm. “He stays,” Saltbeard had grunted

They searched for him. They never found him. But he had never forgotten the tale that

“He’s marked,” Dregs whispered, backing away. “The Bay’s marked him. He’s not the key, lads. He’s the bait .”

He crushed the stone in his fist.