Re: Piratas Del Sur (Nekrosilisk88 and Atzura)
Sandra sighed and shook her head. "Double teams are just fine, throwing men overboard is not." She said, raising her hand to stop the men from coming at them. "Enough boys, that's enough."
The other candidates were helped up by the remaining crew members as the one he threw overboard climbed back up. "You're lucky we uphold codes here. I'd blast a hole in your fucking face for that." He said, continuing on inside.
Sandra smiled and patted his back as he walked by, "Relax. He doesn't know any better."
"Well, congratulations boys. You are that much closer to being a part of the Frost's official crew. Now allow me to introduce you to Captain Hemme, and his First Mate, Jennifer."
Two people emerged from the cabins below. One was a man, very well-built, strong looking, probably the
captain. The other was a young
woman, as delicious in curves as Sandra if not more, but she gave off a serious air. She also looked skilled.
Sandra bowed her head deeply as they got closer to the three candidates.
"Out of all the pirates here... this is all they had to offer?" He asked, closing his eyes, almost lamenting having spent the time there.
Jennifer smiled. "They look like they can do a decent enough job keeping the floors cleaned."
Jeffrey frowned, "We don't need floor cleaners. I need blades, fighters, followers... brothers."
"You've survived the canonization process... I can't take that away from you. You will have to earn our trust aboard this ship. If I have the slightest reason to suspect you, I can and will remove you from my ship, dead or alive. You will do as I and my First Mate say. If I say cut, you cut, if I say run, you run. If at any moment you wish to challenge me to take the role of captain on this ship, you may do so at your own risk. The fights are until one man surrenders, dies, or can no longer move. There are no restrictions and no, assassinations are not considered fair play. If I am assassinated, my First Mate takes control and she is not as forgiving as I am. This crew will grow tired of screwing your asses if that is the case. If I choose to dismiss you, you will get off the next time we stop to gather supplies if we haven't jacked them. You will leave without questions and without complaints. Are we agreed upon that?"
Sandra looked up, "You must verbally agree with Captain Hemme or you are not qualified to serve this vessel."
The two men beside him nodded, "I agree to your terms." They both said, in a creepy syncronization.