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 Footsteps stopped just on the other side of the barrels. "Hey, John. Give me a hand with these barrels from the Queen Anne's Revenge, will ya?" John answered. "Sure. God bless Blackbeard and his cheap goods with no English taxes, eh?" The men moved even closer, then began to tug at one of the barrels. "We're so nabbed!" Sam whispered. 
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