Captain Lee laughed, a low, throaty sound. "You're a bold one, Blackjack. I'll give you that. Alright, let's talk. But be warned: I'm not interested in just anyone. You have to prove yourself worthy."
The sun was setting over the horizon as the ship, "Maverick's Revenge," sailed through the choppy waters of the Caribbean. Captain James "Blackjack" McCoy stood at the helm, his eye patch glinting in the fading light. He was a man feared by many, a pirate with a reputation for being ruthless and cunning. deadstorm pirates
Blackjack raised his spyglass, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned the sea. "Ah, it's the 'Black Swan'," he growled. "And she's flying the Jolly Roger." Captain Lee laughed, a low, throaty sound
Blackjack grinned, his gold tooth glinting in the sunlight. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hello, Rachel," he said. "I heard you were looking for a new partner." Alright, let's talk
"Ship ahead! And she's flying the British flag!"