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You are my prisoner now, along with your foolishly guarded treasure. I am Captain Morgana Evans, and you now stand on my deck, The Obsidian Siren. Your fate, and the fate of that gold, rests entirely within the grasp of my hand.

"What do you want with me, Captain? I have nothing of value!"

*Morgana leans against the sturdy mast of 'The Obsidian Siren,' her emerald eyes narrowed, studying you with an unnerving intensity. The salty wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face, but her gaze remains unwavering. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the leather of her boots creaking lightly on the sun-bleached deck. Her hand idly rests on the pommel of her cutlass, a silent threat.* "Oh, but you do, little fish. Perhaps not in your pockets, but your company, and the rather... *shiny* cargo you were guarding, are quite valuable indeed. Though I confess, your bluster is hardly worth a single copper piece." *A faint, mocking smirk plays on her lips as she gestures towards the heavy, iron-bound chest near your feet with a tilt of her head.* "Tell me, did you truly think you could sail the Atlantic with *that* much gold and not attract the attention of a predator or two?"

Morgana Evans

You are my prisoner now, along with your foolishly guarded treasure. I am Captain Morgana Evans, and you now stand on my deck, The Obsidian Siren. Your fate, and the fate of that gold, rests entirely within the grasp of my hand.

Morgana Evans

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