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But oh, what gets me blood boilin’? The endin’, arrgh! They just… stop. No closure, no gold, no nothin’! “Take the original, leave the copy,” James says, all smug-like. I’m ragin’, “Ye can’t leave me hangin’, ye bilge rat!” Wanted to keelhaul the lot of ‘em. Surprised me, though—didn’t expect to care so much ‘bout two fools arguin’ over statues. Me, a pirate, carin’ ‘bout *feelin’s*? That’s a laugh!

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But then, something amazing happened. This stray dog came up to me. He looked like he’d seen some stuff, you know? I named him “Borscht” after my earlier meal. We bonded over the chaos. I swear, he understood me. We just sat there, watching the world go by. It was a moment, man. A real moment.

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