Guy stood there, dumb founded. Is this how he looked? He was more handsome than he thought. Why did she go after the men with the barrels? Did she need them? Were they hers? As he contemplated, Guy looked at the sword that stood next to him. The sheath alone was in superb condition and looked more elegant than the clothes he would force rich people to hand over when they attacked. He reached over to uncover the sword, but in fear of what she would do to him, he stopped and looked away from it.
The last crew who thought he had betrayed them didn't let him off so easily. They tied a rope around his midsection and scrapped the barnacles off the side of there boat with his flesh. The only flaw in there plan was that guy happened to be wearing a heavy coat, which guarded him from most of the punishment. When they brought him back up to see how he fared, he half the crew a good one two punch before they were attacked and he was put into slavery.