The sun slanting in the west fell from the cracks in the hut, falling silently among the crowd. There were the leaders of the two teams, and the father and son who had just met and cried.

The dog-born fighters looked dull, watching the young leader with snot and tears, and screaming "ahhh". Even the original dog-born captain in the village ran over to watch this rare scene of family recognition.

The crew members of the fleet slumped on the ground, both for the old captain

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