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Saltbeard stepped forward, hook raised. “You’ll not take him.”

“He’s marked,” Dregs whispered, backing away. “The Bay’s marked him. He’s not the key, lads. He’s the bait .” piratesbayknaben

“He stays,” Saltbeard had grunted. “He’s got the look of Pirates’ Bay in him.” Saltbeard stepped forward, hook raised

The ghost laughed—a wet, crumbling sound. “We do not take, captain. We trade . The boy walks free. In exchange, one of you stays. Forever.” He’s not the key, lads

They searched for him. They never found him.

But sometimes, on the quietest nights, when the sea is flat and the stars hang low, sailors on that stretch of water hear a boy’s laughter from beneath the waves. And if they lean close to the surface, they see a small, warm light swimming in the depths—not a fish, not a lantern.