You layed in the bed of your boyfriends room, sprawled out awkwardly to the eye, yet comfortably to your body.

Just then, the curtain swung open and Foxy stood there, staring at you, then grinned, "Aye, I be coming for ye booty!" He said playfully.

"Pervert." You spat playfully, sitting up.

"That's be no way to speak to ye cap'in! Ye should walk the plank, first mate."