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 But then the barrel stopped moving. "These are too heavy for us," growled John. "Let's gather up the men." The men's footsteps moved away, and we let ourselves exhale. "We need a plan, and fast," I said. "Well, let's see," began Sam. "I know this sounds really weird, but I think The Book warped us back to Blackbeard's time — sometime around 1700. We're most likely in South Carolina, since he pirated around there... I mean, around here." That DID sound weird, even for Sam. "So what do we do? I asked. 
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