Vic was floating in the water when he looked up to see all of his men's heads focused on the middle of the ship. "Ah!" he yelled. "Sleeping beauty had decided to grace us with her presence!" He swam toward a rope hanging down the side of the ship and he climbed up. He was wearing nothing but breeches, which seemed pretty decent to his standards, and he climbed on board and shook himself off. His guess was correct, the men had gathered around the woman, staring at her either curiously or with hunger. 

"I must have forgotten my manners," said Vic in a loud, stern voice as he strolled up Alice, taking a spot next to her. "My noble and honorable men of The Black Star, I would like to introduce you to the Governor's daughter, Alice Rohan. Now, I despise her father as much as you do, boys. But he will not adhere to our demands if we don't return her as the lady she was when she arrived. With that said, no horseplay. Do not touch her, do not hurt her. God knows what you scoundrels have ravaging on your bodies," Vic said with a smile as the crew erupted with laughter. "She will be making herself useful while she is here, so please, bring her any garments that need repair. She will be staying in my quarters temporarily." He looked to her and nodded before continuing. "We will be arriving at Isla Imorda tomorrow. Let's do what we need to do before we arrive. Mop the decks, collect what we'll barter with, make room for more rations. Thank you, my fine gentlemen." The crew yelled back an "Aye!" and they dispersed. 

He turned to meet Alice's gaze. "Well, you may bathe if you wish," he said as he nodded to the ocean down below. "I need my quarters for mapping and to dry off," he said smiling, noticing her red cheeks, becoming aware of her eyes scanning his dark, scarred, and tattooed torso. She must have been very sheltered, he thought, as he recounted her actions since she'd been brought on the ship. Vic was used to only dealing with the drunken woman who were at the taverns, who were anything but innocent, or female pirates themselves. Seeing someone who seemed so pure and frightened was amusing, and it sparked a curiosity in him. She must have thought he was a monster. Maybe he was.

He bowed sarcastically to the woman and headed for his quarters. He removed the wet pants he was wearing and slipped on a dry pair, and he walked back out of his room momentarily to hang them. Upon returning, he plopped down at his desk and cracked his knuckles before picking up the feather and dipping it in a jar of black ink. When they arrived at Isla Imorda, he'd have a letter ready to be sent to the governor, demanding that he lift the ban on pirates accessing the island. The fact that the man could come and interrupt an unspoken agreement between the high class society and the pirates that had been held for a century infuriated Victor. The Pirates brought goods from other territories that those at the port greatly enjoyed, and the Vic and his crew would earn tremendously. They had tried to negotiate with the new governor to no avail, so Alice was his last resort. He sighed as he stared at he blank scroll before him, at a loss for how to word his ransom letter.