<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">In his cabin, Captain Cousteau was scanning a map. He hadn't blinked for what felt like hours as he stared intensely at the paper, trying to take in every minute detail of it. It would be his, yes it would - the greatest treasure of all time. When the world was still young and unexplored, the seafarer Ziparro had reportedly gathered a humongous heap of gold from the natives. Whether the gold had been taken through force or reluctant sacrifice didn't concern Cousteau. He was just tired, dead fucking tired, of being referred to as 'Cap'n Coo' simply because pirates these days were illiterate and had a crude sense of humor. He sniffed and wrinkled his large nose. What was that weird smell coming from below? He returned to his map. Once he had Ziparro's Stash, they would learn to fear <span style="font-style: italic">Captain Coo.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/HIaYY7L.png">[ img ]</a></div>Shitsack seemed to have earned his name. Mallory envied him that, even though she didn't fancy the name itself. One day, the world would know her as something other than Mallory. Mallory the Brutal. Mallory the Scary. Pirate Queen Mallory. Now, she liked the taste of <span style="font-style: italic">that</span>. She would have to invent something equally terrifying, but not as imposing for Blake.<br/><br/>A hatch opened above them, illuminating the dark, damp hold. Shitsack and Co. squeaked and ran to a corner (not the one with the dead (?) girl). Mallory sneered. Cowards. It wouldn't take long for her to establish dominance and take over the ship with Blake at her side if they were <span style="font-style: italic">this</span> scared of grown men many times their size and strength and who were also undoubtedly ruthless killers. Just one such man stuck his head down the open hatch.<br/><br/>"Come on up," he said gruffly. "Cap'n's speaking. Dunno why he wants your sorry arses up there but he does, so get moving or I'll come down there and personally throw you overboard." He grinned, a whole mouth of shiny gold teeth reflecting the light. "And you wouldn't like that one bit. Filled with sharks out here."<br/><br/>The filthy boys wasted no time in scampering up the ladder as soon as the pirate disappeared, leaving Mallory and Blake with the strange girl. Mallory cast a glance back at her before jerking her head toward the ladder.<br/><br/>"C'mon, Blake. Lessee what we're up against."</div></div>