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The following is a work of complete fiction. Though the names of real places, towns, geographic features, 

nations of people, species of cetacean, and in some cases individuals are used herein, in this work they are 

entirely the product of the mind of the author, and should not in any way be misconstrued to represent the real

life entities documented by naturalists, geographers, colonizers and Wikipedia. Any inaccuracies, misrepresentations,

 and other measurable failings within this work are the sole responsibility of the author, who is a well meaning dolt 

who never learned how to properly research or study.

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