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The Imperadora groaned again, settling deeper into the mud. Somewhere in the engine room, a baby started crying. A man laughed—the hollow laugh of someone who had forgotten why.

They were both rusting hulls. Both haunted by grand visions. Both captained by dreamers who had rammed their ships into mudbanks of their own making. Dutch talked about escaping to paradise, but he was the one who kept beaching them—Blackwater, Valentine, Rhodes, Saint Denis. Every time they tried to sail, he aimed for the rocks. RDR 2-IMPERADORA

“If he comes here,” Arthur said finally, “he’ll destroy you. Not because he’s evil. Because he can’t help it. He sees a ship, he wants to sail. He sees a kingdom, he wants to conquer. And when the kingdom fights back, he’ll burn it down and call it necessary.” The Imperadora groaned again, settling deeper into the mud

The air changed. Somewhere below, a gramophone was playing a mournful fado song—the Portuguese blues. Arthur felt the ship groan, as if it were listening. They were both rusting hulls

Dutch’s face twisted. For a moment—just a moment—Arthur saw something like recognition. Then it was gone, replaced by the familiar mask of righteous fury.