It Vic was 10 years younger, he'd be furious with himself for letting a poor girl become so frightened because of him. But because of what he'd seen, what he'd [i]done[/i], the trembling, small woman in front of him did not phase him a bit. He had a purpose which fueled his determination to get what he needed, no matter who or what he needed to step on to get it. That was one of his best and worst qualities. The selfishness to achieve what he wanted. 

He sighed at her remarks and nearly rolled his eyes. "Look, I know who you are, but I don't know your name. You're the Governor's daughter." He stopped his pacing and stood in front of her, amused at how she flinched whenever he moved. "Well, if it makes you feel better. I'm Vic. Known in these parts as "The Incubus," although I never was fond of that name. You're on my ship, The Black Star, some miles away from your precious port." He grinned at his last comment. "We left an emblem where we borrowed you from. Your father will know you are with me and my men. I have to say, he's not our biggest fan." 


His eyes scanned his room for the half empty bottle of rum he had left there. "Ah," he mumbled, walking over to his desk where it sat next to an intricately drawn map. He took a swig, slammed it back down, and walked over to the shaking girl in his wooden chair. He used the sleeve of his white linen shirt to remove remnants of the alcohol that were in his facial hair. "Alright, let us try this again. What is your name?" He glared at her unforgivingly. He did not want to waste this much time on mere conversation. "And do you have any skills to make yourself a useful prisoner while you are here?"

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