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Colors worn proudly by a warrior before a fall from grace

Your legacy shall never wither

Glowing like trapped fireflies, the same fate awats your foes

Stealthy on the water, they go

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

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

You tread between danger and freedom

Designed to keep evil spirits from finding a foothold

A collection of blades forged as works of art

Modeled after implements used to signal destruction

For one bound to no master except their own greed

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