Privateer
Winds lash sails, waves slap the hull, and the Privateer slips through moon-lit harbors. Hearthen outposts across coastal inlets fear the Privateer’s watch: marauders with muskets and cutlass, hunting ships laden with supplies or secrets. They are not mere rescuers or robbers—they are Hearthen’s reach across saltwater, staking claim, collecting vengeance and profit in equal measure.
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