Former glory
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The figurehead revealed itself slowly—first the sharp curve of a helm, then the proud face of a Spanish warrior. Golden banners flowed across the surface, sculpted in lifelike precision. Pete, standing beside Harper, gasped audibly.
“It’s breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice full of awe. Harper nodded silently, words failing him. The figurehead wasn’t just treasure. It was art, it was history, and it was something no photograph or story could ever capture.
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