Santa Maria #55worder

He smelt of sour rum and stale tobacco. Fingers yellowed, hardened from years of taking what was not his, and enjoying plunder.

His family had come from Spain generations previously, he had settled for Puerto Rico and her whores, their blood, their souls.

Whilst she prayed for redemption and to see the stars once more.

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Put me out of my misery people!

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