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The cook on this ship was a werewolf in years. She removed her eyes and walked over to him. She coughed softly. I had to back away sharply, as he nearly hit me.

"Baby, where are you from?" - and when I looked closely, I almost fell to my knees. - Madam!

- Quiet! - shushed him.

"But where are you from?" Is it really you these two boobies are carrying like a load.

- Yeah, they drove until I woke up. Will you feed? I only ask you not to give out that I have been released. I want to find out who paid them.

“Of course,” said the old werewolf with a knowing smile. “But the captain will be angry when he finds out they were carrying you.

We won't tell him yet.

I got the leftover stew and a piece of bread. And clean water too. The cook could only give me a couple of cakes with him. I agreed that I would come to him the next night. And I learned from the werewolf that I had to swim for another week. Coming back was more difficult. On deck was the captain and several other young werewolves. I ha
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