Floyd and his crew had only gotten one plunder in before they had been attacked by other pirates. Filthy damn pirates for sure. Who fights those that are just like them? Floyd, being captain and all got a separate cell from his crew on this ship. And a nice ship it was, even bigger than his, but he’d never say that out loud to anyone. The cell he was in stunk, and he knew that someone had used this as a place to puke their guts out. He was chained to the floor by his wrists and his gun and sword had been taken. He listened close as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, a man came down the stairs, looked almost… well it was probably the captain Floyd thought as he watched closely and raised his head. He whistled lowly as he smiled and looked up at the fine fella in front of him. “ well hi there darlin’ don’t suppose your here to give me a lap dance?”