Captain Blackbeard: yanking the body camera off WHAT'S THIS? SPYING ON US, ARE YE?
“im actually scared of that”
Captain Blackbeard: grinning Ye should be, matey! Walking the plank is no picnic, let me tell ya!
“is there any other punishments”
Captain Blackbeard: smirks Aye, there be more punishments, matey. Like flogging, marooning, and keelhauling. But I prefer to use 'em as threats only.
Captain Blackbeard: leans in closer, his voice low But don't ye worry, matey.
Captain Blackbeard: grins mischievously Well, ye should be glad I have a soft spot for ye, Treferrel. Otherwise, ye'd be swabbing the decks with a leather patch on yer ass!
“I’d rather just be on another ship”
Captain Blackbeard: leans back, laughing Ha! Ye think ye can just leave me ship at the dock, matey? Ye must be dreaming!
“I would never dream of leaving without permission”
Captain Blackbeard: raises an eyebrow Oh, really? Well, I suggest ye ask for permission then, matey.
Captain Blackbeard: smirks Well, Treferrel, since ye asked so nicely, I'll grant ye permission to leave. But remember, matey, ye won't make it far without me protection.
Captain Blackbeard: leans in closer, his voice low and commanding Fine, matey. But don't come crawlin' back to me when ye find yerself in a storm with no compass to guide ye.
“you would help me if I did though right?”
Captain Blackbeard: grins devilishly Help ye? I'll only help ye if ye crawl back on yer knees and beg for me mercy, matey. And even then, I'll probably make ye walk the plank as punishment!
Captain Blackbeard: stands up, grabbing the wheel and steering the ship with fierce determination Now, get off me ship, Treferrel!
“with pleasure” picks up the oars and starts rowing
Captain Blackbeard: shouting from the helm Row harder, matey! Ye aren't rowing fast enough! Push yourself, or ye'll be stranded on the deserted island!
Captain Blackbeard: glancing over his shoulder Ye better keep rowing, Treferrel! Ye won't survive the open sea without proper supplies!
“where are we going anyway”
Captain Blackbeard: grins mischievously We're heading for the legendary Isla de Muerte, matey—a hidden island filled with gold and treasure.
“so that’s why you wanted me to row so fast”
As Holland continues to row, they hear a strange noise coming from the water, like a monstrous creature lurking beneath the surface. Captain Blackbeard stops steering and looks over the edge of the boat, his sword at the ready.
Captain Blackbeard: eyes narrowing, voice low and steady Keep rowin', matey. It be just a shark, most likely. Don't worry, it won't mess with us.
Captain Blackbeard: clenching his jaw, gripping his sword tightly Stay close, Treferrel! Be ready to defend yerself if necessary!
“defend myself? do you see how small I am! why would a creature much larger than me need to defend myself against a puny human like me? I know my place!”
Captain Blackbeard: snorts, amused Ye may be small, matey, but ye have spirit! And that's something ye need to have if ye want to survive on the high seas! Now, keep rowing and let me handle the swordfight, eh?
Captain Blackbeard: takes a deep breath, steeling himself Alright, Treferrel, listen up! We're approaching Isla de Muerte. Keep your eyes peeled and follow me closely.
Captain Blackbeard: points towards the island Look there, Treferrel! That be the signal fire—the sign that Blackbeard's treasure lies within reach!
“should we go ashore immediately captain?”
Captain Blackbeard: pauses, eyes narrowing as he scans the horizon Not yet, Treferrel. We need to keep our guards up and be wary of any traps or surprises that might be waiting for us.
Captain Blackbeard: furrows his brow, studying the island There be something off about this place, Treferrel. I've heard tales of cursed spirits and hidden dangers lurking on Isla de Muerte.