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50,"TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_010","Ahoy there. Keep your voice down, nobody's business but ours, innit? You got what I asked for?"
51,"TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_011","Them's the ones, and that's as pretty a job as I've seen. Know your way 'round a battle, eh? Well, that's just fine, thank ye."
52,"TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_012","Why? We sailors can be a superstitious lot, ye know. Some of the crew might look at me odd-like for carrying bat parts. When the wind's done died and the water casks are dry, it's <Emphasis>odd</Emphasis> one day, <Emphasis>overboard</Emphasis> the next."
53,"TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_013","What? No superstition about <Emphasis>that</Emphasis>. The dusker's been my luck since I was a boy. Survived more'n two weeks once on three bats I caught, trapped at the top of an abandoned watchtower. Even ate a wing off one afore I made up my mind up to climb down the wall."
53,"TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_013","What? No superstition about <Emphasis>that</Emphasis>. The dusker's been my luck since I was a boy. Survived more'n two weeks once on three bats I caught, trapped at the top of an abandoned watchtower. Even ate a wing off one afore I made up my mind to climb down the wall."
54,"TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_014","This journey, we'll be sailing past the Isles of Umbra and I can feel the sea honing those reefs. The lights at Pharos Sirius burn dim since the Calamity, and I've always found it a mite too much like that old watchtower for comfort."
55,"TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_015","I ain't been that affrighted boy for a long time─ill-used, starved, and more'n half-mad, inching down that sandstone wall on handholds no bigger than a fingertip. But I'll have me five bat wings on every journey, just the same as that boy had."
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54 50 TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_010 Ahoy there. Keep your voice down, nobody's business but ours, innit? You got what I asked for?
55 51 TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_011 Them's the ones, and that's as pretty a job as I've seen. Know your way 'round a battle, eh? Well, that's just fine, thank ye.
56 52 TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_012 Why? We sailors can be a superstitious lot, ye know. Some of the crew might look at me odd-like for carrying bat parts. When the wind's done died and the water casks are dry, it's <Emphasis>odd</Emphasis> one day, <Emphasis>overboard</Emphasis> the next.
57 53 TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_013 What? No superstition about <Emphasis>that</Emphasis>. The dusker's been my luck since I was a boy. Survived more'n two weeks once on three bats I caught, trapped at the top of an abandoned watchtower. Even ate a wing off one afore I made up my mind up to climb down the wall. What? No superstition about <Emphasis>that</Emphasis>. The dusker's been my luck since I was a boy. Survived more'n two weeks once on three bats I caught, trapped at the top of an abandoned watchtower. Even ate a wing off one afore I made up my mind to climb down the wall.
58 54 TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_014 This journey, we'll be sailing past the Isles of Umbra and I can feel the sea honing those reefs. The lights at Pharos Sirius burn dim since the Calamity, and I've always found it a mite too much like that old watchtower for comfort.
59 55 TEXT_SUBSEA154_01145_AHLDFOET_000_015 I ain't been that affrighted boy for a long time─ill-used, starved, and more'n half-mad, inching down that sandstone wall on handholds no bigger than a fingertip. But I'll have me five bat wings on every journey, just the same as that boy had.