He stared at the latest target, before turning about, and yelling for for Rosie. As he waited for the her, he put them on a course toward the ship. "Rosie, hand pick a boarding crew. Solid, dependable, and most importantly able to think. I am going to lead it onto there in person."<br/><br/>As they came upon the smaller, slower ship, he turned the helm over to helmsman, and headed to the side. They hadn't shot as they approached, and he was going to make the optimal use out of this fishing boat. He leaned over the side, and yelled to the ship. "Gentlemen. Surrender or be taken. Surrender means you keep your ship, and at least half your goods. Resist, and we turn you turn the survivors loose at the next port we come to, but we get to keep everything. Surrender and then resist anyway, and we take everything, kill those that resisted, and sell the survivors to a slaver. I am the Dread Pirate Martel of the blue dragon flag. And I have given my word."<br/><br/>He leaned back, and waited, ignoring the curious looks from some of the nearby crew, no doubt wondering what he was playing at.