The man cracked his whip, sending the tip snapping a few mere inches away from Kali's face. "This ain't no Amely, lass, this is the<em>Wormwood</em>and ye be part of Cap'n Harrigan's crew from now till ye go back to Davy Jone's locker. And if ye not be wanting to serve, we can always send you to the deep ahead of your time. Now you'll be getting your sorry carcasses up on deck one way or another, and by Besmara's tattooed right asscheek, I swear I'll lash the soft hides right off the lot of ye if my lads have to drag ye up, or my name's not Master Scourge."<br/><br/>Master Scourge took a step forward, tossing and catching a handaxe in his free hand. The other six pirates started to close in as well, slapping their saps menacingly against their palms.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(OOC: At this point, you can either cooperate or you might as well roll initiative.)