Screams rang from the deck, piercing down to the ship hold. Up on the deck there was rumbling, as the merchant's crew fought against the pirates.<br/><br/>Captain Noir watched his crew subdue the other crew, nonchalantly marching around with his cutlass drawn. A fine, trimmed and proper beard the colour of soot covered the lower half of his chin, and long hair trailed down to his lower back in ebony waves. A loose cotton garment covered his torso, paired with trousers the same shade of ugly gray mottled with bloodstains. His midnight eyes scanned the ship deck for any issue, but he found none. Truly, the merchant ship had pathetic protection. Or the easy invasion was partially due to the overwhelming number of pirates he had with him. Only three men of his had died - two who were being foolhardy in their youth, and one who was surprised by a suicide attack by one of the crew members. The remnants of the merchant crew were pushed back and piled up at the bow, and soon they were disarmed and forced to kneel. Captain Noir stepped forward, standing firmly in front of them. ""Never will be part of the likes of you fuckin' pirates." one man growled, spitting on the Captain's boot.<br/><br/>"Didn't want you fuckin' sailors, anyway." he replied indifferently, beheading the man without hesitation. He wiped the blood off his blade using his sleeve, slipping the blade back into his sheath. He grabbed the headless corpse of the sailor, as well as the head, lugging it effortlessly to the edge of the ship where he heaved the two parts into the ocean. "Men, same with the rest of them. Do honor them if they'd prefer to die by blade rather than salty siren tears." He returned to where he had been standing, watching the rest of the merchant crew resist for their lives, begging for mercy, before ending in screams as they were thrown overboard. He let out a content sigh, with a small smile forming on his lips. "Waste of hardtack if we let them live."<br/><br/>He tread over to the stairs that led down to the ship's hold, climbing down the stairs with a casual ease. Below he could observe several immobile figures, bound and shackled. By their appearance, he could tell they were not sailors, but slaves of Dusanian descent. He strode over to them, examining the slaves. "... Let me introduce myself, slaves. I am Captain Noir. You are now under my control. Failure to recognize my authority will lead to your swift upheaval into the ocean where you will drown and be fish fodder," he stated. "But we will have no problem, yes? You are slaves. You can recognize authority."