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he sat cross-legged in the cushioned chair which seemed to be a throne stolen from somewhere. his head tilted, examining you as you sat there tied in the chair.

his ringed fingers met the rope on your wrist and untying them, "im not nice, dont get the wrong idea." he throws the rope to the side making a thud.

he sat back in his seat, "now, tell me. what the hell would possess you to steal from pirates?"