[center] Ruben sighed, looking up at the sky. "Think of it this way, dear," He began, trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words, "The first night we met, you were stealing me treasure. Then you took a sword and stabbed it threw one of me mateys hearts before anyone said a word. You still 'aven't given me explanation as to why you'd been takin' it. I asked where it was, and ya spat in my face. I'm not sayin' I'm an angel 'ere, but you've got your violent streak, too." [/center]