Blackbeak Bluff vér kalóz

"It's not an army I keep," he retorted, neither budging to move, his rank breath billowed around her nose and he breathed her own. "It's a crew. Ye can have a spot on it if ye swears yerself to me. Ye can share in all that we take from the shores and those who live on them. Treasures, drink, and food." Had he a ship, and had she been standing at the gunwalls, he may have convinced her another way; but he was brazen most on his own deck, and he liked the fine angles she bore and the fire on her tongue.