Edoric Thatch - [i]One Cold Pirate[/i]

Edoric looked at the girl and her fingers pointed at the heavens. He was severely doubtful a pistol would be able to produce a hole the size of grapefruit. He knew that most pistols, unless loaded with scrap iron instead of bullets, would create something smaller but just as citric-y. Maybe be a lemon or a mandarin, but not a grapefruit.

[color=aba000]"Love, I'll accept your offer."[/color] Edoric sighed as he shook his chains a bit more, [color=aba000]"But, I can survive anywhere, love."[/color]
He got up slightly and sat on his knees as he shook his hair out of his face, [color=aba000]"I want to know if I can thrive."[/color]

As the room fell slient, nothing but the low howl of the wind could be heard and felt. Then Edoric sneezed, almost hitting his head against the hard wall, [color=aba000]"Also, can I at least have my clothes back now? I prefer not to get hypothermia."[/color]