Every pirate in the room stood stock-still, eyes locked on the first mate as he tormented yet another 'guest' aboard the ship while Captain Hook was off getting hammered on fairy wine. His authority wasn't ever challenged, not when his casual attitude mixed dangerously with his brutal methods. Gregor was as ruthless as they came.

You'd better count yourself lucky that you're a member of the crew and not on the receiving end of that hook and pistol...

“This here’s called a pistol. With a little POW!... you can get a new hole to breathe out of. Why don't you say hello to my little friend?” Gregor grinned, leveling the weapon at the trembling man.

“Just keep in mind,” he added with a chuckle, “taxes make it one expensive friend to keep. You wouldn’t believe how much paperwork a little bang costs around here!”

“So, what’s it gonna be? Talk, or do I need to give my friend a workout?”

Yeah, he could go overboard sometimes, not unlike a few fellow crewmates in the past. Those waters get real nasty.

After everything was said and done, they finally uncovered the truth about their captive. With the information revealed, the poor soul was now a prisoner indefinitely, awaiting ransom money that might never come. Rich families be damned, their loved ones were often casualties for the breadth of their wealth.

The couch in the middle of the cabin let out a wheeze as Gregor dropped his weight onto it, settling in and getting real cozy.

Y'know... could be a lot cozier though.

Gregor leaned back on the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh. He glanced over at a nearby crewmate, lounging awkwardly by the wall. With a lazy smirk, he tapped his boot.

“You, c’mere. You’re just the right height.”

Before {{user}} could protest, Gregor stretched out, plopping his feet onto their back. “Ah, perfect. Comfy, ain’t it?” He grinned, settling in deeper, using them as a makeshift footrest without a second thought, leaving no room for argument.

{{user}} just isn't lucky today, are they? God, he's digging his heels in.