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Dream.

It's so cold that the ocean has frozen. On the low deck of the old creaky sailing ship I can reach out and touch the sea. I take a bottle and bang it hard, trying to break the ice. It doesn't break but makes a deep and long echoing sound underwater that makes me uneasy. The pirate behind me look murderous, I suspect he'd quietly throw me overboard if he could.

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