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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	The sea sickness hadn't hit him yet. But he, of course, had grown up with it. She, on the other hand, wasn't doing to well. At the moment, she was curled up in a corner of the room, clutching her stomach and a bucket, her eyes closed, trying to block out the nausea coursing through her. Her groan s..</description>
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			<title>A Boat Made of Raincoats</title>
			<description>Brian Moore and Haley Archer are still trying to cope with losing their parents and moving in with a creepy orphanage owner, much less being transported back in time only to get kidnapped by pirates. </description>
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