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The light that erupted from it was not gold or fire. It was the color of a memory you cannot name—the scent of a home you never had, the sound of a mother’s voice in a language you forgot. The ghosts screamed. The black sand turned white. The red moon cracked and fell into the sea.

But he was not alone. The ghosts rose from the surf: every pirate who had ever found the Bay, their bones clad in rotting silks, their eyeless sockets fixed on the living. piratesbayknaben

The man screamed. Not in pain, but in memory . In that instant, Dregs saw Pirates’ Bay as it truly was: not treasure, but teeth. Not gold, but a gullet. He dropped the stone, and his eyes went white as milk. The light that erupted from it was not gold or fire

Saltbeard stepped forward, hook raised. “You’ll not take him.” The black sand turned white

The pirates looked at one another. Then, slowly, they looked at Knaben.