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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Steve, Jack, Loxi entitled Reap the Wild Wind.
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conversations.value: Reap the Wild Wind: As the film opens, Loxi Claiborne (Paulette Goddard) is running a marine salvage business started by her deceased father.\nA hurricane is passing through the Key West area, leaving behind at least one wreck on the nearby shoals.\nThe Jubilee founders, and Loxi and other salvagers race to claim the cargo.\nNot arriving first, Loxi and her crew rescue the captain, Jack Stuart (John Wayne), but do not share in the salvage rights.\nIt appears that the first salvor on the scene, King Cutler (Raymond Massey), may have actually planned the wreck.\nNursing Jack back to health, Loxi falls in love with him.\nWhen she visits Charleston with her cousin Drusilla (Susan Hayward), Loxi schemes to win a plum Captain's position for Jack by seducing Steve Tolliver (Ray Milland), who is running the sailing ship line Jack works for.\nSteve falls for Loxi and returns with her to Key West to investigate the truth about Jack's shipwreck.\nDrusilla goes home to Havana when Loxi and Steve return to Key West.\nSteve has come to rid the Keys of pirates like Cutler (and to be near Loxi).\nCutler, in turn, arranges to have Steve shanghaied by the crew of a whaler.\nLoxi hears of the plot and gets Jack to help her save Steve.\nLater, they discover that Steve has concealed Jack's appointment to the steamship Southern Cross on orders from his superior.\nAngry over a seemingly underhanded act, Jack meets with Cutler.\nHe learns that Steve's boss has just died and that Steve will be taking over the shipping line.\nJack realizes that he is unlikely to keep his command with Steve in charge and agrees to work with Cutler to sabotage his new ship; he sails to Havana to take command.\nRumors circulate and prices of the cargo of the Southern Cross fluctuate wildly, leaving Steve to suspect a wreck is planned.\nHe commandeers the Claiborne with Loxi on board and heads to Havana to stop Jack.\nLoxi, believing Jack is innocent, disables her ship; and they sit becalmed in a fog bank as the Southern Cross piles into a reef and sinks.\nUnknown to Jack, Drusilla had stowed away to be with her lover, King Cutler's brother Dan (Robert Preston), and she is drowned.\nJack is put on trial for wrecking his ship.\nThe testimony reveals a woman may have been on board, though none was rescued.\nTo determine if a woman is in the wreck, Steve agrees to dive to the wreck with Jack.\nWhile down in the wreck, Jack and Steve discover proof that Drusilla was on board and has been drowned.\nThey are attacked by a giant squid.\nJack saves Steve's life but is lost when the Southern Cross slips off the continental shelf into deep water.\nDan Cutler accuses his brother of murder and is shot dead by him, whereupon, Steve shoots King Cutler, killing him.\nLoxi and Steve return to Charleston, together.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Reap the Wild Wind
  It was a proud moment indeed when I earned my own sturdy box (recycled Canadian pulp, of course) from the talented, memorable Mike.
  Ten years since I wrote the first of these. Looking back at it? It's essentially the same list today: the wonderful people at DAW, my friends and partners, especially Sheila Gilbert; my family and friends; my colleagues and peers. Luis? For all this time, you've turned what I write into amazing visions. Thank you.
  My life and work since has been enriched by more people than I could possibly name. I remain humbled by the response of readers to the story of Sira and Morgan, my first story. I hope you enjoy revisiting that setting. This is, in many ways, for you.
  Last, but not least. Sir David Attenborough and all those who show us this world's wonders. What... you thought I made all it up?
  THE M'HIR WIND BEGAN OUT of sight, out of mind. It stirred first where baked sand met restless surf. It became fitful and petulant as it passed over the barrens, moving dunes and scouring stone. Sometimes it sighed and curled back on itself, as if absentminded. But it never stilled.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The chamber directly across from her wasn't fully sealed, having a large round opening near the middle of its "door." She watched, puzzled at first, as a Tikitik approached with a large bowl. Then a cluster of familiar gray protuberances appeared in the opening, wriggling like eager fingers.
  The outside Tikitik scooped its fingers into the bowl's contents and proceeded to offer the one inside what looked like mouthfuls of fresh dresel. Aryl licked her lips. After three such offerings, it put the bowl aside and began to use its own mouth protuberances to pat new material into the opening in the rastis. It worked quickly and efficiently. She could have sworn she heard it hissing contentedly to itself. In short order, the opening was completely sealed. The Tikitik collected its bowl and moved to the next rastis.
  An eye filled Aryl's view, then pulled away. She stifled a shriek, somehow managing words instead. "What do you want with me?" She thought that came out remarkably well, under the circumstances.
  As expected, the Tikitik began resealing her hole, spitting blue and bits of wood, its gray mouth-fingers working quickly to pat those in place. Too quickly, for the number of questions Aryl had. "Wait," she begged. "I need to know—"
  Everything, she wanted to wail, including what to say to be freed. Instead, she asked the first thing she thought it might answer. "Who are in the other chambers? Why are they imprisoned like this?"
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: "Who are in the other chambers? Why are they imprisoned like this?"." She watched, puzzled at first, as a Tikitik approached with a large bowl. Then a cluster of familiar gray protuberances appeared in the opening, wriggling like eager fingers.
  The outside Tikitik scooped its fingers into the bowl's contents and proceeded to offer the one inside what looked like mouthfuls of fresh dresel. Aryl licked her lips. After three such offerings, it put the bowl aside and began to use its own mouth protuberances to pat new material into the opening in the rastis. It worked quickly and efficiently. She could have sworn she heard it hissing contentedly to itself. In short order, the opening was completely sealed. The Tikitik collected its bowl and moved to the next rastis.
  An eye filled Aryl's view, then pulled away. She stifled a shriek, somehow managing words instead. "What do you want with me?" She thought that came out remarkably well, under the circumstances.
  As expected, the Tikitik began resealing her hole, spitting blue and bits of wood, its gray mouth-fingers working quickly to pat those in place. Too quickly, for the number of questions Aryl had. "Wait," she begged. "I need to know—"
  Everything, she wanted to wail, including what to say to be freed. Instead, she asked the first thing she thought it might answer.The chamber directly across from her wasn't fully sealed, having a large round opening near the middle of its "door.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: As she came beside him and looked up, Aryl felt strangely shy. "You think of others first. I know that. I promised to teach you and I will, if I can. Do you see a Council here to forbid it? Not," she added hastily, "that I know what it is—yet." She shivered again. "You did bring fire," she said wistfully.
  APOD BURST, ITS BRITTLE shell no match for the urgency of life. Rastis seedlings spilled forth in a determined confusion of reaching roots and stalks. This was a race, after all. First to grow meant first to the light. Fail and starve in the shadow of others. These sprouts had an unusual opportunity, for their pod lay on a mountain slope, dropped in a dispute between greedy wastryls. Though they lacked the cover of a wing, nothing grew here to challenge them. Rastis need only a roothold and light to conquer.
  But Cersi was a world meticulously divided and ruled. Rastis belonged to the lands of the Tikitik, not in the mountains or plains of the Oud.
  Sensing the lush young sprouts, other life roused from slumber and began to move, equally determined. Working together, slow and sure, they smothered the young rastis before the first fronds could open. Over time, they digested all flesh, even the splinters of podwood, until only rock remained. As it must, by the Agreement.
  Others would dare trespass. Some quick and hard to corner. Some with strange tastes and unfamiliar machines. Some hidden behind barriers and within walls.