Blackbeak Bluff vér kalóz

Such a shame. He thought for a moment he might have had himself a wife before he had even picked himself out a ship. Such a convenience that would have been, aye, and a pleasure too for it had been sometime since he had taken a wife. She did not know the sort of thing she turned down, but, that was her loss.

She was met with a blank expression as she explained this bauble of hers. It was an intangible one, immortality, but he was nonetheless entertained for the moment as she prowled about him, offering him a rotating view of her curvatures. "Do for ye?" He scoffed. "Do for yerself. Ye can have all the blood and virgins and sprogs you can take, but don't expect me to deliver 'em to ye. Know that I don't do for no one but meself, and me wife when I has one."

It was a pirate thing, really, every pirate for himself. It just so happened that serving on a crew under Ferahgo was the means to the goals of many willing pirates. She could be no different, if... He flicked his tail. "If ye gonna run with me and me crew then shift yer tail down the coast toward the plateau," he gestured, "there you'll find me swab and some of the other crew. Ye can have their blood if you can take it from them," he shrugged, "except the blood of the coywolf. He's my swabbie, and he's not to be harmed unless ye has a death wish."