The lantern burns low. Fireflies dance underneath the willows, the river churns softly under the moonlight, and the soothing chirp of katydids plays soundtrack to the loquacious Jane Austen novel that lays open across your lap. Suddenly, the howl of a jet engine pierces the serenity of the evening as bloodthirsy reavers pour from the night sky. It's a good thing a gruff man with a big gun sits beside you: this is no time for fancy words.
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