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Blackbeard

She cursed her daughter for speaking Her secret to her. Cheating on her husband And bring a child onto the world and saying Her husband had been the father. That being Evil enough, but she has allied herself with A man of matolage who is the dreaded Bristolain Pirate. Curse you foolish child of mine. Your son is 21 and his father loves him, why does thou defile Love and admiration for foolish mean spirtness? Which weighs the rays of the sun might light be a weighed burden; what done in darkest might see The light of day. The gold and silver of many places To have secrets mother, the jewels of creativity Might speak there secrets. Tommorrow you'll Forget I even told you this.Are you ill; you damn foolish child of mine or are you mad?

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