The Black Skimmer cut through the dream-tides like a blade, her black sails cracked and patched with starlight stolen from forgotten skies. Ender the Pirate stood at the helm, his peg leg thumping a hollow rhythm against the deck, while the wind howled like ghosts that had...See more

At Café Shi, the smoke curled in lazy galaxies above the mismatched tables. The tiger — striped and tired — lit another cigarette and passed it to Ender the Pirate, who balanced it between teeth yellowed like old parchment. Ender squinted at the room, his glass eye...See more

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