Граф Орлов
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Meanwhile, Werner finished reading his prayer and began writing in his diary.
"Eighth day of sailing. We arrived near the Necropolis. There's no point in even trying to guide the few living people in this haven of evil onto the right path; I won't even go ashore. Sailing, praise the Creator, is going well so far."
The missionary sighed. Seasickness was getting worse. "Maybe I should go ashore and get some fresh air... No, I won't go there. I'll have to endure it."
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers