[Annie is clutching a small blade to her chest, and she seems to be cooped in a very small space -- you can see the tips of her knees. There are bags under her eyes, and her skin is ashen. She is not, perhaps, best suited to a life at sea.]
I think I found some of the coins.
[She's whispering. Why is she whispering?]
But they're... ehm... below deck
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