Clay's hard eyes were peering up at her now. He knew how to make her panic now. How to make her squirm and speak the truth. However that harsh look in his eyes came from her thinking he'd ever trust her to leave by herself. He grabbed her, one hand on each hip as he dragged her to him in a flash. His hand hooking her her chin and making her look at him. Those hard green eyes peered at her. "Do not take me for a fool, little girl. I would never let you leave this ship without me by your side. If you plan on hunting treasure you will not do it without me." He whispered. His deep voice a chilling growl that one could almost call sinister as he brought himself close to her. His hot breath on her lips as he whispered to her now. "Trust is not something I give to many girl. In fact there is only one who will ever have it. by no means is it you." His face relaxed and he smirked at the frightened look on her face. "Sad to think that you don't even know how to use yourself to your advantage. Instead you coward in my arms like a beaten puppy." He shoved her away and turned his back to her once again letting his feet hang off the side as he thought about her offer. Proof.  He huffed and looked out to the sea. This girls confidence told him she wasn't lying but for her to think he'd ever allow her to leave him, it was very wrong.<br/><br/>He half glanced over his shoulder now. "We port in two days. Then we will be at that port for a week. The men miss the women, miss the ale. They will take a week break without any arguments." He paused and now faced her. "A week should be enough time for you to take me there. Give me what I want and you can leave. Never to be seen again. All I have to say is that I lost my temper. It wouldn't be the first time I murdered. Or I could just tell them I sold you. The loot would be proof enough." He paused turning towards her fully now. Slowly creeping forward until he was towering over her. "You take me with you. YOU give me what I want and you can run away with a boat to wherever the hell you want little girl. There's a catch though, you'll have to be good while we are on our trip. Just you and me, understand. You don't go unless I come with." His gentle touch ran a rough thumb over her lips. "One more thing." He purred now dangerously closed to her again. "If you want to go, you must behave. no more screaming, no more kicking and fighting me. It's getting old and only brings me to want to break you." He chuckled darkly as the back of his hand brushed over her mouth. Her dreads hung over his shoulders swinging to the sway of the boat. "Can you behave for my Little one?" He purred at her taking his hand away and setting it next to her head as he loomed over her waiting for an answer.