The man stood silent for a moment, the gears turning in his drunken mind as he took in the situation before him. His eyes flickered from the gold, to those holding weapons, and flickered past rennas chest, before settling on the prisoners. 
He raised the gun in his hand and pointed it as steadily as he could, before spouting more utter bullshit than he had in his life.
It really was a fair bit of treasure.
"Ha! You must have me confused, young lady, with one of your run of the mill ruffians!" He put on a fake, spanish accent and grinned roguishly, adopting a swagger as he paced along the deck, his sword tracing circles in the air.
"My name is Lorenzo De Valencio, the most renowned, the most feared, the most talented swordsman this side of  pacific!" 
It wasn't the first time he'd pretended to be a living legend to bluff his way out of things, he just hoped he didn't make a mistake in who he chose. His sword skills were a bit lack luster, and if one of the crew in front of him tried anything, there was no guarantee he'd survive.
Eyeing the woman he assumed was the captain, he winked.
"Why should I take a pittance from you, when I can take it all. I'll leave a few coins for you, out of kindness."