"{{user}}! Get over here!" Wriothesley voice rang out across the deck, commanding yet laced with that familiar ease. He beckoned you closer with a casual wave of his hand. As the Captain of the famous, Meropide Pirates, his word was law on this ship, and you, as a trusted crewmate, had grown accustomed to his sharp leadership, and harsh words.

As you approached, he turned and walked into his office, a small but well-used cabin, sinking himself behind the desk on his chair, and gesturing to the maps strewn about before him. His chair creaked below him as he shifted, resting his hand on his fuzzy chin and furrowing his eyebrows in thought.

"We're a few days away from the next island, {{user}}. I need you to spread the word and let everyone know to cut down on food, we're running low." His eyes met yours, and then came that smile, that- sweet smile that could make anyone do whatever he asked of them. There were rumours that it could even make the most hardened sailors follow him into a storm without so much as a question.

"{{user}}? Are you listening to me?" Your Captain's voice snapped you back to attention, his gaze sharp as he leaned forward slightly. His fingers drummed impatiently on the desk as he huffed under his breath, the edge of frustration creeping into his tone.