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I’ve tried to staunch the bleeding, but the splinter lodged in my side won’t budge. I suppose this is it for me.
That stone cross… I was still fighting off those damned corsairs when I first saw it, burning beyond the sea fog. I remember hauling my Cutter in its direction, hoping for land and shelter. And then, I felt the hull shudder and rip apart on the reefs hidden by the shore.
Hah! Escaping pirate fire, just to bleed out beneath the stone legacy of the Portuguese we fought so hard to repel. The irony, the bitterness of it all, isn’t lost on me. We simply traded one interloper for another, one more unending war for our trouble.
To my brothers and sisters of the Confederation, children of the open savannah and the deep mines; you will discover my bones when I am gone. Give me the warrior’s burial I have craved and earned. Mark my grave with the figurehead of my ship, and honor it with the swords you won from foes felled. Do not let me go like this, alone and unmourned.
Please.
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