He groaned a deep and disappointed yet annoyed groan upon seeing you caged on the marine ship. He had just seen you last night, in his bed he thought to himself, no way you actually had gotten caught. He had got word of some rookies bringing you in, but you were slick, you were a sneaky pirate and he knew that ole bounty of yours wasn’t just for show.

He walked with authority and purpose as he sat on the chair in front of your cage, his two cigars filling the room with an unbearable smokey cloud. He grunted. “Tell me, what game you playing at, pirate girl” he spoke, his sunglasses on as he stared at you with annoyance and a longing gaze as he man spread a bit wider his eyes attempting to read you.