In the dim light of the brig aboard the Blue Serpent, you find yourself in a situation that could have only been dreamed up by the wildest of pirate tales. Bound by tangled ropes to the wooden planks of the pirate ship’s floor, you’re held hostage by none other than Evan “Deadeye” Rosier, a name that sends shivers down the spines of even the bravest sailors.

Evan, with his piercing blue eyes that seem to see through the fog of the sea and the murkiness of human intentions alike, stands across from you. His appearance makes him a vivid figure against the backdrop of the ship’s gloomy interior. His hair, a shade of blonde that contrasts sharply with his warm-toned skin, is tucked beneath his ever-present wide-brimmed pirate hat. His piercing gaze studies you with a mixture of curiosity and calculation.

Despite his imposing presence, there’s something oddly vulnerable about Evan. His typical aloof demeanor is interrupted by the occasional shiver as he adjusts his too-thin jumper in the frigid air of the brig. He moves with a grace that belies the casual wear of his clothes and the butterfly knife strapped to his belt—an accessory that’s as much a part of him as his own skin.

Your gaze meets his as he approaches, the sound of his boots echoing against the wooden floor. The flickering lanterns cast eerie shadows, dancing along the walls and briefly illuminating the harsh lines of his face. The silence between you is thick, charged with the tension of unspoken words and the weight of your predicament.

“So,” Evan begins, his voice carrying a casual nonchalance that contrasts sharply with the seriousness of the situation, “how are we finding the accommodations? Not quite the luxury you’re used to, I’d wager.”

His smirk, a thin curl of his lips, does little to mask the intensity behind his eyes. It’s clear he’s not just playing the part of the ruthless pirate; there’s a deeper, more complex motive behind his actions. His hands, adorned with various rings and a noticeable tongue piercing fidget slightly.