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There was a lot of talk about this bloke. King of fire and ash. Warmonger. Rebel. Downright bastard. That was all it amounted to... talk. He strolled onto her ship like he own the fucking thing. Looked like a mean bastard too. But then he sat himself down and spoke calmly of a deal.
He could have crushed her then and there. Set fire to her ship. Any number of things. He didn’t though, because he was a smart sort, and he knew striking out against one pirate would make room for yet another. Maybe one who wasn’t so damn good at manoeuvring around the god-fearing fleet belonging to the witch hunter King.
“You want me to work for you.” Rika repeated, eyeing the contract a moment longer before she lifted her attention to scoff him. “I’m a pirate, mate. I don’t work for Kings. Savvy?”
It was more of less the response he anticipated, if the knowing grin was anything to go by. He returned a simple question. Why not?
“I’ll tell ya why bloody not, I’m in it for the people. I don’t give a single fuck how rich your Kingdom is, or how poor, my lot have been cast out of hearth and home into this shitland as fucking property. I do this for them. Freeing my aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters, it ain’t a hobby. What I earn thievin’ off the slave-trading pisslords goes back into building up our community. I’m not interested in fattening up yer coffers.”
