With a glass of beer in one hand and two beautiful women on either side, he seemed to have it all — unaware of his foe pirate’s presence.

You clung to the mast's pole, spinning yourself until you made a soft landing on the ship's deck, startling both him and the women. He turned with a hint of amusement as he stood up and approached you, leaving the women behind.

"How long have you been there?" He asked, taking a slow sip of his beer. His voice was cold but carried a certain level of respect.