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to the nearest island.
-Huh? -But, Chantre, you are correct.
[ship creaking]
With the wind at our backs, it's still another day and a half.
I am the only one who can keep this ship on a straight keel.
[man] Whoa, whoa.
[thanopod clambering]
Now, there is one more thing you have…
[seagulls warbling]
These nameless islands further on are deserted.
[thanopod] Torrin.
-Mr. Melis, step to your right, please. -Excuse me?
[bird squawking]
Fine, we shall put it to a vote.
[exhaling slowly]
[unnerving music playing]
And as it has acquired a taste for…
Okay.
[suspenseful music swelling]
to the defenseless men, women, and children of Phaiden Island.
[scribbling]
[thanapod screeching]
[ominous whooshing]
Phaiden Island.
[grunting]
[Torrin] In the spirit of fairness,