[center] Ruben watched as she walked to the end of the plank. It didn't seem she had any qualms at first, but then she'd said no. He and some of the other crew mates pointed their swords. "Well, that's all nice and lovely, dearie; but I'm not giving you an option." He told her, raising an eyebrow. He stepped onto the first stair of the plank, his sword almost touching her neck. "Are you going to go, or do I have to stick ye?" He asked, and the crew howled in laughter. [/center]