( babeofnintendo )
He's having a really bad day. The crew had only stopped off to grab supplies, but of course things escalated -- as they always seem to do -- and he'd been separated from the others, someone had died and after a series of failed stunts in an attempt to get away, he'd been arrested and thrown into a cell. So, not the best day. He's beginning to wonder why he bothered to wake up this morning. Though he isn't a stranger to cold cells and being locked behind bars: it happens more than he'd care to admit, but he usually manages to escape after an hour or so. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case today; he's been sat here for a good few hours, and with his luck the rest of the crew would have been chased off the island, and he reckons they'll try and hang him before they have a chance to come back.
He sighs, leaning against the wall and running a hand over his face. He can't reach for anything through the bars, and there's nothing in the cell that could help him pick the lock. All his weapons have been taken, too, so he really is out of options. Christ, if he end up being hanged tomorrow morning he's going to be pissed ---- the sounds of nearing footprints jerk him from his thoughts and he glances up, only to find himself being observed by, probably, one the prettiest girls he's seen in a while. Immediately he strands up and bows slightly, flashing her a grin.
"Hello, love. What can I do for you?"
