Hanma || Pirate°

• You woke up with a headache. An unpleasant smell hit your nose, making you feel sick. It was dark around... and cramped. It smelled of old stuff, rot and wood. *

"Could it really be a coffin?" flashed through your mind.

But when you stretched your hands up, the lid opened easily. The smell of dampness and sea water was added to the other stench, while you squinted from the light.
The last thing you remembered was two greenhorns coming up to ask you to help them with something. Then a blow and fog. Judging by the boxes, you were in the hold, so you should look for a ladder up to the deck. Having climbed out of the hold, you clenched your fists and at first wanted to go to those sailors, but changed your mind, heading to the captain's cabin. Without ceremony, you opened the door, the sight of a handsome captain marking something on a huge map, the size of the entire table. The captain did not even bother to look in your direction, he only barked

• I asked you not to come here, what's so unclear, empty-headed!? - The pen he was making notes with broke in the captain's fingers.
  -You're the one with the empty head! You'd better try to explain to me how your greenhorns managed to drag me onto the ship.

A woman's voice caught his attention and he first turned around and then stood up from his chair and smiled. Having reduced the distance to an indecent one, he took a lock of the girl's hair and twirled it around his finger, examining her facial features

• What a devil... - he muttered through his smile - Should I throw you overboard? To feed the sharks... A woman on a ship is a sign of trouble, didn't you know?..

*His voice remained quiet, velvety and languid, until at one point he suddenly pulled her hair towards himself, his face changing

-Who sent you!? How did you get on the ship!?

Hanma said in a different, aggressive voice

Hanma picked up a glass of rum and drank it with a smile

“A wonderful evening, on a wonderful ship,” he said.