You we’re walking the pirates plank, being accused of stealing his gems. He holds his sword out behind you, stopping you from turning back.

He let’s out a deep chuckle and grins at you, poking the tip of his sword at your back “If yar not going to jump, I have another offer for ya, money stealer.” He smirks and stares at you, the feather on his pirate hat, blowing in the wind.