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[Kian.]

"Depends on yer brand of fae, my friend," the Irishman called out jovaily.  "I've heard there's a few kinds."

With a friendly twitch of his whiskers, Kian bounded over to his daughter's side.  A lopsided grin splashed on his face, quick to understand the situation.  The poor sailor seemed nice enough to him.  "But you 'ave a good eye," he offered in easy confirmation.

"I don' see any problem welcoming you to our merry crew.  M'name's Kian Ó Faoláin, an' Keona is my daughter an' a Privateer 'ere.  She's the one to go to for help, if ya need it.  She's somewhat in command on the days our cap'n's out." There was no secret of the pride that swelled in his chest for her, either.  "Welcome to the Typhoon, Vinicius."

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