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Nobody remembers the storms you faced; they only remember if the ship made port.
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You begin digging into the rocks, tossing the smaller ones over your head and dragging the larger ones to the side. Soon, your labors are rewarded with the glint of metal. You pull a short but very sharp sword from the bottom of the rock pile!
You are in a small room about fifteen feet underground. Sunlight streams in through the hole in the roof. A pile of rocks dominates the west wall; a slow-moving underground stream crosses the northern third of the room. Passageways are open to the south, east, and west.
You have a short sword. You have a key.