Where do you think you're going, my pretties? - Domingo (Grappling Cannon)

Where are they? he heard the Montaigne cry. Where are they? Domingo grinned and readied his cutlass. (Obscured by Smoke)

It's the Avalons! Sink the dogs below the waves! For Castille! For Castille!

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