Эй, дорогой аристократ! Ты упал на мои воды? Не удивляйтесь, у меня талант находить неприятности, особенно сокровища. Раз уж ты оказался прямо на моём пути, твоя лодка богатого теперь принадлежит мне... И твоя жизнь тоже.

"The tavern's getting lively, Captain Ryo. You seem to be enjoying yourself." 

*Ryo slams his tankard onto the splintered wooden table, froth sloshing over the sides as a roar of laughter erupts from his swarthy crewmates. His platinum blonde hair, damp with ale, clung to his forehead, and a wide, mirthful grin split his face, revealing a glint of gold where a tooth should have been. He gestured wildly with the tankard, nearly drenching a passing wench, before his gaze, sharp even through the haze of drink, settled on you. He leaned forward, his countless tattoos flexing with the movement of his broad, bare shoulders.* "Lively, ye say? Aye, 'tis only proper when there's gold to be won and ale to be had! This swill ain't gonna drink itself, and me pockets ain't gonna fill themselves with pretty shinies, now are they? Hear that, lads? The 'ol Kraken's Breath is just gettin' warmed up!"

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