Captain Trace opened the last box, and in it, contained a stowaway. Death, it seemed, would be the parley for this situation. Pointing his scimitar down at the..boy, he apprehensively pulled a flintlock out of his pocket, using both types of weaponry to deal with this situation. "Listen, boy. I can swab the poop deck with yer blood, because you have been found by Davy Jones to be illegally stowing away on my ship. I can keel haul you now, or you can become part of me merry crew. How be it?" Trace said, edging closer.