Blackbeak Bluff vér kalóz

"Treasures." He repeated with a slight drawling hiss on 's'. Bones, shiny things, and more, any pirate worth his salt was a collector of treasures. The amount of treasure in his coffers spoke of his success, and his years of experience. Ferahgo had a coffer stuffed to the gills in Tortuga.

She had stepped back but then she stepped closer, and he received her with a roguish glint in his eyes. Until she stated she knew what men desired, as if she had unlocked a timeless secret and held some preciously knowledge. He met this with a mocking pfffft that rolled off his tongue. "Do ye now? How long did it take for ye to figure that one out? A piece of ass, a drop of rum, a bite to eat... haw! Such mystery."

"Ferahgo," he stated. "But ye be callin' me Captain Blackbeard unless..." He hummed, pondering. "This bauble you speak of... ye want to be standin' at the Captain's shoulder, is that it? Are ye askin' me to trade position in me crew' for a taste of yer tail?" He could be off course, but it certainly sounded like that was the tree she was barking up.