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The Duende #4

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After a few hours sailing, strange magnetic disturbances affected the ships mechanical tools and electrical circuits.

We steamed in seeming circles, the compass swinging wildly and were alternatingly awoken by the sudden ignition of all our lights at night or plunged into darkness as they were extinguished during the day.

The captain became ever more agitated, taking infrequent meals by himself and ignoring his frightened wife. He obsessed himself with antiquarian navigation tools and charts. Hourly he sighted and gauged the alien landscape.

Fearing mutiny, Merrin took frequent council with the First Mate assuaging the man’s fears and assuring him.

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