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Vicious or serene? A pirate knows where the wind blows.

What could be sweeter than forging one's own fate?

Your legacy shall never wither

For one bound to no master except their own greed

Colors worn proudly by a warrior before a fall from grace

Glowing like trapped fireflies, the same fate awats your foes

You tread between danger and freedom

Look past the monstrous visage, for it shall protect you from harm

Modeled after implements used to signal destruction

Stealthy on the water, they go

A collection of blades forged as works of art

Designed to keep evil spirits from finding a foothold