The man was silent for a few moments, before he spoke, “Me? I pissed off the wrong guy. Stole something of his, but he got it back. Of course that just means I’m here to rot for a good, long while, but still...”

After another moment, he asked, “So, three ships, huh? You’ve gotta be pretty strong then. If you do get out of here, what would you do? Go back to fighting pirates? Become a Captain? Join a crew?”

Before Wolfbane could answer, the door opened, a Marine stepping in. Looking around on his patrol, he walked through, not giving any cell more than a glance. As he passed between Wolfbane and the tall, shackled man, a glint could briefly be seen at the soldier’s waist, though the man did not shift from his position.

When the Marine was gone, the man asked, “Well? If I got out of here, I’d probably want to become a pirate Captain. I mean, there’s so much of the world I haven’t seen, and a bunch of interesting treasures to be found. Seems like a dream, almost...”