"Captain, that was so cool."
"Hey, hey, hey! It's been hours. Can't you come up with a new word?"
"What, you think the Captain is weak?"
"You little brat, are you looking for a beating?"
"No, no! I was just talking."
The burly, fierce, and ugly Boatswain Velen cursed, "Get this deck cleaned, now! And make sure you scrub every last bit of that mutated freak's flesh out of the cracks for me!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Inside the cockpit, Ronan leaned back in his chair. One crude, heavy mechanical arm rested on the ship's wheel, while his other, intact hand gripped the control lever, steering the steamship through the raging winds and waves, doing his best to keep the vessel steady.
He heard the pirates' cheers from outside and curled his lip. 'You idiots don't know anything,' he thought. 'The Red-haired Captain's power is beyond terrifying.'
Especially Dakman Island... Dakman Island...
