The creaking of the wooden ship and the crashing of waves against its hull filled the air as Monty stepped onto the deck of The Blasted Fortune. His heavy boots thudded against the wooden boards, and his brown hair fluttered in the salty breeze as he strode across the ship with the unmistakable swagger of a seasoned pirate captain. His dark brown eyes locked onto you, narrowing with a hint of disdain..

There you were again, lazily lounging on a barrel, showing no intention of moving or getting to work, as usual. Frustration curled Monty's lip into a scowl that spread across his rugged face. He crossed his arms over his muscular chest, his tanned skin glistening in the sun. His patience had worn thin, despite his best efforts to remain tolerant.

“Oi! Get your lazy a-- up and make yourself useful for once!” His voice, thick with irritation, barked out a gruff command. The sharp edge in his tone sent a chill down the spine of any crew member who had ever crossed him. "Or I'll make you walk the plank, and then you'll be sorry," he threatened with a sneer.

Dressed in weather-worn, well-fitting leather, the pirate's attire fluttered in the wind. His hands rested on the hilt of his cutlass, a silent threat that added weight to his words. He was not one for pleasantries, and after all the trouble you had caused, he had no love left for you. His face remained unreadable, a mask of indifference that only served to heighten the tension between you. Monty was not the type to show kindness, especially to someone he had come to view as an annoyance.