Octavius was eager now, brimming with bloodlust. He didn't care what happened to either ship, he just want to kill some people. It would make him feel better about the way his life was going. He wasn't aware of exactly what he was getting into until it was visible from the bow, but at that point, it would have been too late, had his decision been ridiculous. As it was, unless the other ship met them head-on it was surely doomed. It was only mostly doomed if it managed to meet the pirates bow-first. Either way, no one would be leaving the ship alive unless they got the life boats well away before the carnage started. Luckily for the enterprising cowards aboard the freighter, they were already deploying their escape vessels.

Of course, his first mate saw fit to interrupt his fantasizing with questions about him steering his own ship. He turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Go... fuck, yourself?" he asked in response, not sure what she wanted out of him. He was trying to de-stress at the moment, he didn't have time to be bothered with things like steering. "Are you asking a pertinent question, or just filling the air around my ears with sound to distract me?" he asked as a follow-up to his first inquiry. "I'm clearly trying to work on my stress-management skills right now. Steering is only going to get me riled up. You won't like me when I'm riled up." he sneered and then he started climbing up to the very furthest point forward on his ship. He hung onto a rope with one hand, and aimed his shotgun with the other. The ships were approaching one another rapidly now, with the merchant vessel now trying to turn and shield the life boats from the piratical onslaught. Such an act was noble, but those remaining behind were going to die horribly, despite their good intentions. Hopefully they believed in some higher plane of existence where the noble of heart could go to upon death, for otherwise their fate would be one most terrible...