





Mace turned to Tempest and nodded. "Cannons, got it." He headed to the starboard side of the ship to begin cleaning cannons and tested their ropes. Immediately he got to work. Mace hummed a tune as he cleaned the crust of salt off of the end of the cannon and everywhere else.
Mace thought of the years when he was a stowaway and became a cabin boy, even though he didn't prefer to dwell on the past. It was just something to do as he worked.



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