<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Clive, noticing John's brawl and admiting Ta'er</span></div><br/><br/><em>"I haven't opened my legs to anyone, Sir... not since I found myself thrown to your bed last..."</em><br/>“Don’t forget I know your wicked tongue well,” he said, his voice a low, threatening growl. “Your lie-smithing will earn you a slit gizzard one day, my sweet little cunt. And the only thing I would mourn is the price of the dress ruined by it.”<br/><br/><em> "Mm? The slave? Perhaps we will be lucky and he'll be killed now... would you like to bet on fatalities, Sir?"</em><br/><br/>Govad watched the escalating brawl, recognising the white haired sylph join in, moving with such speed and viciousness it made the captain grin. He’d not laid more than a hand of this girly before her brother came growling. He couldn’t help but wonder now how much fight she would put up if he did manage to get her alone.<br/><br/>He drank deeply of his beer and said, “Less of a brawl now than an all out battle. I’ve had enough bloodsport tonight, unless you want to open that mad slave’s throat. I might be in good enough humour to forgive you, then... elsewise, think up another way to gain back your place on my ship.” It was a constant threat he threw at Clive when he got in a rage over his other lovers, real or imagined. He would never leave Clive behind, but he enjoyed making the boy work to please him.<br/>