“You’re talkin’ rogues, mate,” Eyes narrowed as surely as his voice had taken grasp of a darker cadence, Jack considered detailing precisely what it took to be a pirate, but in the end he opted to step in close and sway forward, pitching his words low to better ensure that Becket clung upon every word. “And you best be thanking whatever it is a grubby little monkey like you prays to that it be pirates were the ones to fish your rotten flesh out of those waters, mark me.”
He leaned back then, his arm raising up sudden and sharp, as if to slap – but he turned it, stopping shortly before Cutler’s very nose with the hideous rise of flesh in the shape of a P bared between them. “In my experience,” A false brightness, a dangerous sort of pleasantness seeping into his tone now, charming as a snake, “All it takes is a man with a dark heart and a wicked disregard for people’s lives to make a pirate.”
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