Cannon Smoke & Cutlasses - Part 1

They came dressed for battle, swords drawn and powder ready.
A world apart from the grey town square, yet rooted in it
as if the river whispered old tales and they came ashore to retell them.
Each step rang with purpose. Each glance hinted at legend.
And when the cannon fired, time paused
a flash, a roar, a drift of smoke swallowed by silence.
They posed not for vanity, but legacy.
You could almost hear the sea behind them.
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These moments are better when they find their way home.