Octavius raised an eyebrow when the interloper declared that she saw no reason to help him. What did that mean? He was one of the greatest pirate lords to ever live. He had never lost a fight at sea, never even come close. And now this woman didn't think it might be a good idea to get this man in debt to her? The captain was about ready to puke he was so offended. Then he watched the woman's hands liquefy as she slipped her manacles. Cuttlam's eyes widened in surprise, but that faded quickly when the woman said she had heard of him. Remembered reading about him a year previously. Not many would remember him, then. And he had to admit, the "shotgun preacher" moniker he had earned earlier in his career had always had more appeal to him. Then again, people could call him whatever they wanted, as long as they knew his name. But that thought disappeared quicker than cake left out around fat people, when the woman said she was leaving. The man chained to the wall was suddenly stricken by desperation. He would not be left here to rot, not like this.

"No! No!" he growled, unwilling to make too much noise, but still worried about his escape. "You know who I am! I'm Octavius Cuttlam! Pirate Lord! Villain extraordinaire! Fuck! By whatever gods you believe in lady, don't walk away from me! I'll give you whatever the fuck you want. Anything! Don't you walk away from me, lass. I'll fucking kill you. I will. You can have anything you want, anything. Just get me out of here." he wasn't sure if it was negative or positive reinforcement that was going to work for this woman, but he had to try something. "You'll die horribly if you walk away from me. But I'll give you anything and everything if you get me out of here." he was glaring at his temporary cell mate now. She wanted to just waltz out of here like it was nothing. No one walked away from Octavius, not like this. All she really had to do was get his shackles off. But if she wouldn't even do that, he would just have to devise a way to have her brutally slaughtered. There was no room for negotiating here. She could have everything, or she could die the most horrible death a sick, mentally broken hitman could come up with. Captain Cuttlam was not one for half measures in general, but now, most especially...

((good to know))