Edoric Thatch - [i]One Sassy Imprisoned Pirate[/i]

Edoric's soul must have gotten lost on its way to heaven, since when he woke up, he was still groggy as all hell. He recounted his steps. He followed rule number 106 of being a gentleman pirate, making one hell of an entrance. Then some iron dove came by and marched him out like some convict, in which case he resorted to rule number 72 and escaped... Ahh, it made sense now.

He remember his face being introduced to something, presumably a fist and his last thoughts involving women and cheap citric fruits. Judging by the smell, he was on the prison cell of a merchant ship. He could smell the ship's previous cargo mixed with the scent of doom and gloom of his prison cell. Although, a more mysterious smell was also close by, it was... exotic to say the least. It smelled of natural sun and warmth that had been swirled around a delicate perfume of wild flowers. It was like someone had created a flower garden in the desert.

As his eyesight returned to him, his Black Cat's Eye wasted no time in adjusting the darkened conditions. Feeling the chill from his lack of clothes, the musky cell he was in not much too different from a high-security prison he had been in. Escaping that place was easy, rile people up enough and they'll break down a wall or two. He had a feeling that doing that wasn't a viable option here. The room was small and dark, like someone made a closet out of metal and added a slab of pig iron to the wall and added the clunkiest door they could find to bolt on the entrance. Being perfectly honest, it was better then what Edoric had been sleeping on before; old, rotting wood exposed to the elements.

As his normal eye regain full vision, the room became more clear and he could now see what was the root of that warm, flowery smell. From his corner, he saw a beautifully tanned lass with fiery crimson eyes smiling at his current situation. 

[color=f6989d]"Welcome aboard The Dawn's Guard, Edoric Thatch. I trust you find our hospitality to be quite satisfactory?"[/color], She laughed has Edoric had regained the sense of feel in his legs,  [color=f6989d]"I come to you with a, well, unique opportunity for people like you. Would you care to hear it?"
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He tried to get up, but realized noto only was his wrists bound, he ankles were to. After trying many awkward posistion to hopefully allow him more movement, he flopped down in defeat before returning to a sitting position.

[color=f6989d]"Ah yes, I've been rude. I never introduced myself properly at the Tavern. I am Annaveya Maria Kushrina, Captain of The Dawn's Guard, and Western Cross of the 2nd Kushrina Mercantile Navy Battlegroup."[/color]

[color=aba000]"That's lovely Anmarina."[/color] Edoric combined the entirety of Anna's name into one word, [color=aba000]"I'm Captain Edoric Thatch. Captain of the Chrysanthemum Throne, I'd like to request you release me so I may continue explore the Fog as its mighty difficult running a ship half naked from a prison cell. Although, it is more comfortable then what I've been sleeping on for the last day or two, so I'd rate your hospitality a soild 7 out of 10."[/color]

Edoric looked down at his unclothed body, [color=aba000]"Also, if you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked love. Or are you trying to explore a new fetish of tying men up?"[/color]