"Not quite all is lost" speaks a voice she knows all too well.
"Yes , it is me ; Don Calvi .....
And i had never expected to get out of that royal prison ,
By means of an ordinary jailbreak non the less !"
The old man coughs and spits on the floor
"What a smell here ... though it seems to be only yesterday , the glorious days of La Brise ,
My sons are safe but all our ships have been destroyed ...
This situation might look bitter but we calvi's have been known to turn misfortune into considerable fortune."
He pulls out a bottle of whine and 2 glasses.
"For now lets drink , and celebrate what is yet to come!"
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