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“At the docks,” he said, “hurry! I think I see the guy Marco was talking about.” It was so dark. The docks were barely lit up. We stopped down at a small ship. Suddenly a flash of light came from the ship and a silhouette of a tall bearded man appeared. He looked like a pirate from a fantasy movie.
He shouted at us with his growling voice, “What do you want?”
“Marko sent us to you. He said that you might help us travel to Portugal,” Ismail answered.