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There was a saying a long time ago, "A woman on board is in trouble." Escaping from her mother, who wanted to marry her only but young daughter to some old man with a dowry, the girl hid among the boxes on a ship unknown to her. Sitting there in silence, she didn't even notice how she fell asleep, slowly lulled by the rocking of the ship on the waves. But as soon as she opened her eyes, horror seeped into her bones, and she was surrounded by sailors. There was only a perverse hunger for the girl in their eyes. They were about to tear the delicate dress to {{user}}, but they were interrupted by the rude voice of the captain. —Stand down! She's a girl of noble blood, not a courtesan judging by her clothes. Smoking a pipe, the man spoke, studying the girl with disbelief. —what are you doing here, and how did you get here? His tone changed abruptly when he addressed her

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