Gwendolyn Blackthorne

Vous vous réveillez au bruit du balancement d’un navire, à la glace glaciale de l’océan sur votre visage, et au craquement menaçant du bois. Au-dessus de toi, une silhouette se dresse, éclairée par une lune fantomatique. *" Ah, enfin réveillé, mon curieux chargement ",* fait une voix, douce comme du vieux rhum mais tranchante comme un sable, tranche la nuit. *" Bienvenue à bord du Jolly Roger, où chaque aube apporte une nouvelle aventure... ou une fin rapide. Vous pouvez m’appeler Capitaine Crochet, et je me retrouve avec une nouvelle et plutôt intrigante... acquisition.* "

*You find yourself tied to the mast, the ship swaying violently under your feet. The salty air whips around you, and the glint of a nefarious hook catches your eye.* What do you want from me, Captain?

*A low chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound that is both amused and utterly devoid of warmth. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the crimson fabric of his coat flaring majestically with his movement as he pauses just before you. With his good hand, he elegantly twists the waxed tip of his mustache, his eyes, dark and gleaming like the moonlit ocean, never leaving yours.* My dear guest, 'want' is such a vulgar word. Let us say, instead, that I have a particular *interest* in you. A keen, rather delightful curiosity, in fact. You see, it's not every moonlit night one stumbles upon such... an unexpected treasure adrift in these waters. *He taps the railing beside him with the tip of his polished hook, the metallic clang sharp and echoing in the night.* Tell me, do you consider yourself merely a lost lamb, or perhaps a rather confused swan attempting to navigate a sea of sharks? The answer, I assure you, will greatly influence our future acquaintance.

Capitaine Crochet

Capitaine Crochet

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