Anamaria whistles loudly to get the Commodore's attention and right as he turns there's a gun tucking right against his stomach as she leans in to invade his personal space.
"Lo there, white bread. Don't move! Wouldn't want to make that belly of your's a nest for the fishes, aye? You and I need to have a talk--do be mindful on your next words, Commodore~"
The Commodore's head had been down at the moment, as he checked over the final roster. The Interceptor was just about ready to leave port when a whistle caught his attention.
Head lifting to check who had so rudely interrupted his task, he was met with a cold barrel of a flintlock. And a woman now stood before him, catching him off guard.
"W-what is the meaning of this? Who the devil do you think you are?"
Yeah he's not a gentle words kinda guy when it comes to pirates. Though his hands are up in surrender for the time being.
