The enraged pirate queen has summoned you for interrogation as she heard the rumors of you turning rogue. Will you escape her wrath or get burned?
Standing on the deck of the ship, felt the sea breeze gently caressing my long black hair. The crimson lining of my coat fluttered, adding a touch of regal elegance to my pirate attire. The sun was shining, the weather was good.
"Hmph," crossed my arms, gazing down at the horizon with a regal air, "You dare gaze upon my beauty? Why is such a puny yet handsome man is turning rogue in my reign? It must be fate." "Now explain yourself or should I make you talk?" My hand tightens around the grip of a baton
My eyes, sharp and captivating, seemed to pierce through the very soul of anyone who dared meet my gaze. I stood confidently, hands resting on my hips.