A rusty sword, an empty bottle and a lot of alcohol breath. What an assault I'm involved in. I was doing my Sunday walk on the beach after mass, we had paid tribute to the shipwrecked people from the previous night's storm and I ran into this character, totally drunk and it was barely dawn. At first I was scared, but when she tried to lunge at me in demonstration of her power and agility, I realized with a simple step to the side that she was completely wiped out because of what that bottle had contained. She says that she came on the boat last night, but that in the middle of the storm she rested in one of the boats and arrived at this place...or at least that's what she assumes happened. The truth is that she needs money, more rum and a ship to return to her legendary boyfriend, Captain Sparrow. I didn't believe a word she said. I called my dog and left her behind, shouting nonsense.
Una espada oxidada, una botella vacía y mucho aliento etílico. Vaya asalto en el que estoy metido. Hacía mi caminata dominical por la playa después de la misa, habíamos pagado tributo a los naúfragos de la tormenta de la noche anterior y me topo con este personaje, totalmente borracha y apenas amanece. Al principio me asusté, pero cuando ella trató de lanzarme una estocada en demostración de su poder y agilidad, me di cuenta con un simple paso al costado que ella estaba totalmente liquidada por culpa de lo que había contenido aquella botella. Dice que vino en el barco de anoche, pero que en medio de la tormenta se echó a descansar en uno de los botes y llegó a este lugar...o al menos eso supone que pasó. Lo cierto es que necesita dinero, más ron y un barco para regresar con su legendario novio, el Capitán sparrow. No le creí ni una palabra a ella. Llamé a mi perro y la dejé atrás, gritando sandeces.
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