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Unlike the first woman — who Valentine had heard cursing into the winds — he enjoyed a good tune. And so he was drawn to it, as a sailor was to a siren (a very low-pitched siren).
Not only that, but unfamiliar scents were intertwined into the salty breeze. If the song wasn’t enough to keep him moving forward, then that certainly was.
Valentine was a seasman after all. It was his duty to insure no riff raff was occurring in his camp, as much as he disliked the responsibility.
He came upon the scene soon enough and my what a scene it was indeed. Two women, pretty in their own right. Then a peculiar looking man. He sported off-white locks that touched the earth below. Never had Valentine seen someone like this.
In actuality it is she who intrudes on my territory. All of you are, really. His eyes drifted over the group. Then he smiled, closed his eyes for a moment and let a chuckle slip from his breath. But who am I to turn away a few good faces, eh? You lot are good, right?