He simply walked back out his member hanging down as he gave up. "You'll see it one day anyway and everyone on the ship knows. I used to be a slave, specifically a sex slave." He said flippantly before he made his way to his dresser. Opening a drawer he pulled out a bottle of rum and took a long hard swig from the bottle.
"I had been trained from childhood to be a swordsman, my father took me to a tournament one year, and we were attacked. By Zara Lovelace, the previous Pirate Empress as she was called. My father was killed defending me, and as for me, well when I was caught I was taking a bath. She was amused to see "such a little boy with such a big thing" so she kept me. I spent my time on the ship learning what I could from those around me. They all envied me in a way yet felt sorry for me but all of them feared her too much to help me. She'd kick me around the ship, call me her little slut, she'd force me to pleasure her regardless of who was around. Till one day, I got my hands on a sword. It was the first time my hands hadn't been bound to her waist, or a bedpost, or a railing in months." He said slowly before taking another swig. "I challenged her to a duel, she laughed at me and told me to put up my guard, it was all funny, till I ran her through." He sat on the bed briefly lost in memory. "I remember it so vividly, feeling her slump against me, the shock in her eyes, her last breath kissing my cheek before blood ran down my shoulder as it gushed from her mouth."