The Captain of the Black Dragon

Chapter four: The Commadore

I ran back to my bunker to get my hat and coat, along with my sword and pistol. I even grabbed my captain's coin and put in in my pocket in case there is a feud.
Taking a swig of rum, I tilted my head back and let the bitter sweet liquid run down my throat. I set the bottle down with a slam and walked out unto the deck.

The crew looked as if they were lined up on either side, for me to walk through them. I scolwled, per usual, and did a small sway as I walked past them. I heard whispers as I made my way to the planks.
"...I thought that he was nothing but a dead man's tale..."
"...That ship looks familiar...has it been here before?..."
"...what the bloody hell is the cap'n doin'?!..."
"...what is going on? I just woke up from me nap..."
The ships were docked, two-in two. Karstiela must have dropped the anchor a little while ago...
He began crossing the planks.
He grinned at me. God, I hated that face.
He stopped and then jumped from the plank onto our deck.
This is the Commadore- Smithstead. He has been trying to track us down since I stole his 'lucky' compass a year or so ago. I knew who it was the moment I saw the damned flag on his ship.
My brother.
"Hello, dear sister! I never thought that we would have to act as children and feud of taking other's-"
"Shut up. You're on me ship so shut yer cursed mouth before I shut it for Ye..."
"B-"
"I SAID SHUT IT."
There was a array of 'ooo's and 'woah's coming from the crew. I wanted to grin, but I kept the scowl on my face.
"The ONLY reason yer damn ass is still alive is because ye came from the same mother as I! I would have killed Ye forever ago just to not look Ye in the eye."
I got real close to his face.
"But I guess I was wrong, weren't I?"
"Are you even a pirate, dear sister?
"Don't fucking call me yer sister. And if I were a marked one, I'd tell Ye."
He grinned. "Oh good- we have some business to take care of~"