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He crushed the stone in his fist.

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

“No one stays,” Knaben said quietly. “And no one leaves.” He crushed the stone in his fist