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It was all goin well. We had everythin planned out, he couldn't get past us but somehow he did. He knew our plan, my plan and now he has my crew and not to mention he has her. Each of my crew is chained together in one big group while Loke, my right hand, Sophie n' myself are held separately by his men.
Captain White eyes, we've been at each other's necks for years, he even got his name from me. His soulless white eyes from a vicious fight and he took a wrong step. Surprisenly he can still see but whit his fear-fueled look, beaten by a women none the less is still damaging to a man's pride.
"As I am in soul and I thought that I'd go for a mornin stroll and I found m'self some treasure." The crack man walks up to me and dares lay his filthy hands on my chin. I drag my head out of his hand, which he didn't like obviously. However, his cocky smile never left his fuzzy lip face.
"Nice to see you're still feisty, but I wouldn't act like is lassy, as your crew here-" He points to most of my crew behind me chained and against cutthroat.
"And here, wouldn't like to see the tip of those blades," I growl under my breathe as he reveals 3 more of my crew members behind him. This was the main reason I came here, was to get those back. They went on a scouting mission and only Loke came back, beaten and cut, telling us that he got ambushed and that's where all this started.
"What do you want Quim."
"Oh nothing much, just you my treasure." I prevent vile from shooting out of my throat as his perverted aims comes to light.
"Feck off jackass, you think I'm going to give myself over that simply?!" I continue to struggle in the grasps of the two men holding me.
"How did you know we'd be here anyway, sure I'll come back for me' crew but we were hidden." He begins bellowing at my confusion only makin' me more furious by the second.
"Why don't you ask your right-hand man?" He removes his sword from his scabbard and points it right at Loke. The man holding Loke releases him and Loke simply stands, looking nowhere but the ground just past his feet. The crew behind us begins to uproar hearing this, throwing names and curses at him. It can't be true,
