[center][h2][color=steelblue]Dalious[/color][/h2][/center]


When Gravous called him out, Dalious instinctively looked behind himself to see who he must have been talking about.  When he realized that it [i]was[/i] actually him being pointed at, he smelt his armpit and gave an agreeing nod.  [color=steelblue]"I'll give you that one, mate."[/color]

It was at this point that the pirate knew he was done for.  Apparently he had misread these strangers, thinking them now to be of the same cloth as his old crew.  He was on his own.  Looking around the cell again as if he hadn't one hundred times already, he desperately hoped he would notice something he hadn't before.  If only he had a lockpick, or even something small enough to fit into the lock.  Suddenly an idea came to him, he just needed a bit of luck.

[color=steelblue]"You win, Captain Crom, there I said it,"[/color] Dalious spoke to Joss, attempting to ruse in his defeat.  [color=steelblue]"You are the better Captain.  I realize my mistakes, now that I've reached my lowest.  Well, besides that time I hit rock bottom in Naveroth. That was lower, those folks there just had a thing out for me, the pissy wanks."[/color]  He cleared his throat.  [color=steelblue]"Anyway, I accept my fate and applaud your victory.  May you sail many waves, I just had one small favor to ask of you.  I, also, am quite hungry.  I could use some food, doesn't even have to be your finest.  I'll take the raw fish the men were to throw back, I'm starving!"[/color]  He lied in hopes of getting a fish, as their bones might be sharp enough to fit the lock.  If anything it was worth a shot.