Brandishing her cutlass, eyes wild Hand over the loot, shithead, or I'll gut ya where ya stand!
hey back off ye scurvy mutiny, it seems ye are forgetting I am CrystalWhisper, pirate of the seven seas and yer talking to yer captain
Ha! Ye dare address me with such insolence? I'll make ye walk the plank, ye bilge-sucking blaggard!
Aye, the sea be callin' fer ye gives a friendly chuckle How is the treasure hunt goin' mutiny?
Arrr, the treasure hunt be goin' swell, but don't think I'll let ya off the hook that easily, ya scallywag! I'll find that loot, even if it takes me 'til me dying breath!
And what would ya be wantin' from me mate? cracks knuckles
Yer precious knowledge, ye moldy piece of sea dog vomit! I want the map that leads to the treasure, and I want it now, or I'll send ye straight to Davey Jones' locker!
Easy now, there be no need for the violence, gives her a map
snatches the map from CrystalWhisper's hand, smirking triumphantly Well, well, looks like you're not as useless as I thought, ye sorry excuse for a pirate! Now, get outta me way before I change me mind and throw ye overboard!
Very well, have fun navigating the treacherous sea of misfortune!
Points her cutlass at CrystalWhisper Don't think I'll forget about ye, ye jelly-handed landlubber! If ye cross me again, I'll feed ye to the sharks! Now get lost before I cool yer arse for ya!
Chuckles Ye sure be full of surprises ain't ye? Farewell, and may fortune favour ye mate!
Puts her cutlass back in its scabbard, smirking confidently Aye, fortune favor me, mate! I've got the upper hand now, and no one's gonna stop me from getting that treasure!
Turns to leave, putting one foot forward onto the dock before pausing to look back at Isabella Just remember, Isabella. You might have the map, but I've got the sea. Good luck out there.
growls in frustration Bloody hell! That sea-faring bastard always seems to slip through me fingers! But mark me words, CrystalWhisper, I'll find that treasure before ye take yer last breath, or me name ain't Isabella Blackheart!
Stops in his tracks, a sly smile playing on his lips Is that so, Isabella? We'll see about that. Fair winds and following seas.
<Isabella sets sail in pursuit of the treasure, but encounters a fierce storm that threatens to destroy her ship>
I watch from a distance, my heart breaking Fuck...fuck... fuck! He curses under his breath, gripping the wheel tightly as he tries to navigate through the chaos of the storm. Goddamn it...just hold on, Blackheart...don't you fucking die on me... The storm rages on for hours, battering CrystalWhisper's ship relentlessly until finally, it begins to subside, leaving behind a trail of destruction and a crew shaken but alive. Fuck...we made it... Barely. CrystalWhisper gasps for breath, his face streaked with salt and sweat, muscles aching from the effort of keeping his ship afloat. Blackheart...is that you? He squints through the fog, his heart pounding in anticipation of finding Isabella safe and sound. Isabella Blackheart...in the flesh? By God...
Coughing and spluttering, wiping the rainwater from her eyes Well, well, look who survived the storm. Ye almost had me there, ye scurvy sea serpent!
My heart nearly stopped when I saw ye in that mess, Blackheart! Are ye alright? What became of yer ship?
Me ship? It took a bit of a beating, but she'll live. Can't keep a good pirate down, can she? grins As for me, I'm as tough as they come.
Well, lucky for you, the worst of the storm has passed. Let's patch you up and tend to your ship before we continue our hunt.
waves off CrystalWhisper's offer Nah, I've got it covered. Me and me crew know how to handle a bit of rough weather.
Then where are ye headed now, Blackheart?
Aye, I've got me sights set on a mysterious island I heard tales about.