[center][h1]West Blue[/h1]

[h2]Aboard The Ship of a Certain Man[/h2]

[h3]Jason Spade[/h3][/center]

Jason was sat on the deck of a rather large ship, rope wrapped tightly around his body, which was unfortunate for him as this was the sort of place you’d like to be able to use all your limbs. Sitting in front of him was a rather tall, obese man, drinking from a barrel of rum. The alcohol pour down the man’s chin and chest… he didn’t seem to really care. “Rurururur! You’re in it now boy-o!” The man laughed as he slammed the barrel onto the ground. 

[color=00a651]“Scuse me?”[/color] Jason tilted his head. “You found yourself on the ship of the great me! Cap’n Bilsco! Captain of the Rum Runners!” Jason looked around, it was your basic crew of cutthroats… though they were drunken cutthroats, so… you’re basic crew of cutthroats. [color=00a651]“So… what are you going to do with me then?”[/color] Jason asked. “We’ll search yer boat! Take your treasure! And then throw ya over the edge!” Jason nodded, [color=00a651]“mmhmm mhmm, see I don’t exactly have any more, or food. Or water.”[/color] He smiled. [color=00a651]“So it’d be pretty great if you didn’t do that and just let me go!” [/color]

“Rurururururu!” Captain Bilsco laughed again. “No such luck boy-o! If ye ain’t got nuttin worth while then ye ain’t worth nuttin to me!” He held his hand out, prepare to give his men the order to toss him overboard. [color=00a651]“Wait wait, hear me out! Hear me out!”[/color] Jason stood up, his arms still bound by rope. “[color=00a651]How about you, me… we make a little wager huh? You like to gamble right? You a gambling man?”[/color] He grinned. 

“Rururururu…. I’m listening boy-o….” Captain Bilsco grinned as he leaned forward.