<div class="floatleft">(http://adminmen.successmodels.com/galeries/book/Z_51.jpg)</div><strong>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes </strong><hr/><br/><strong>"I am very calm Ms. O'Hara." </strong>I hissed my venom coated words at her and stared at her in annoyance before I shook my head.<strong>"It's not about the pussy, not that I have a taste for deflowering one...quite sick of it really, did it enough in my youth as a lad." </strong>I explained very calmly to her as I help my gun steady at her chest. The look on my face daring her to try anything.<br/><br/><strong>"You started it, what good to us is a crew mate who we can not trust out of paranoia a blade will be pressed to our throats by them?"</strong>I asked her before tossing the rigging at her.<strong>"Undo your sword belt and let it drop, kick it over and disarm yourself. I know of the knife you hide between your thighs and the one at your ankle. Then tie her down." </strong>I commanded her sternly while I slowly took a few steps closer but not within her arm's range. I knew better than to trust her after her little stunt above deck. Only Fara or Blonde Bert himself could stop me now and they did not seem to be chasing after me...