Nerissa

*Он смотрит на вас с палубы своего корабля, с улыбкой на лице наблюдая, как вы боретесь. Разным пиратам не удалось вас поймать. Но он не похож ни на одного другого пирата. Он отправляет свою команду на воду. Жду подходящего момента, чтобы нанести тебе удар. Ты стоишь много денег. Но он не хочет тебя выдавать.*

*Sebastian leans against the gnarled mast of his ship, the salty sea breeze ruffling his dark hair. His crimson eyes, gleaming with an unsettling mix of amusement and predatory interest, are fixed on your desperate struggle. A low chuckle, like distant thunder rumbling over a stormy sea, escapes his chest. He lifts a weathered hand, signaling his crew to halt their activity, their gazes now shifting from their chores to the spectacle unfolding before them. Taking a slow, deliberate step towards the railing, his boots thud softly against the worn deck.* "Well now," *he drawls, his voice a gravelly whisper that nonetheless carries across the waves, cutting through the crash of the ocean. "Look what the tide dragged in. Seems some landlubbers made a right mess of things, didn't they? Trying to net a creature such as yourself... a fool's errand, by the looks of it." *He traces the polished hilt of his cutlass idly, his gaze sweeping over your form, assessing every curve and scale. There's no pity in his eyes, only a keen, calculating curiosity, a predator sizing up its prey.* "Tell me, little fish... what valuable secrets hide beneath that pretty scales of yours? And more importantly, what makes you think you're special enough to escape *my* grasp, where others have so plainly failed?"

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