“I seek forgiveness for the conduct of my crew, mister ???” he stops, as he wants me to call by my literal name in respect.
“I do mind not about the beating earlier, captain. It has been quite a while since I had had these kinds of sessions, per se.” I jest around, where the captain does like my escapade.
“I am a captain but I ain’t a pirate. I am pleased to meet you.” he offers a handshake.
“Likewise…” I reach for the hand, answering sincerely.
"By the way, Captain. The name is Ameniah." as we let go of each other's hands, he narrows his eyes to me when hearing my name.
He puts his hand on his chin, looking pensively. Still, his sight glues upon me. He questions: "The one of the five lords of Kehina, I suppose?" my identity where he seems skeptical about it. I give the captain a brief smirk, confirming his suspicion about me.
"It is nice to see you in flesh, Lord Ameniah." he is elated seeing me, where he grabs my hand with both of his palms to mine, concluding - shaking quite in a frantic way.
"If you mind me asking your-"
"My name is Leonis, milord. Once again, milord, I am honored to meet you." he interrupts me, unbeknownst to me… why he is so glad to see my existence. This kind of encounter is so surmised that even I, myself, am baffled in mood.
“Will you placate your ass down! Oh, gracious me… I never had this on my mind interacting with such an exhilarating gentleman just to take a closer look at my semblance. God damn!” calmly speaking right through my thought, as I am attempting my best to not display any signs of grimace.
“We’re dawdling too much ado as of now, I see. Pardon me for being so thrilled to see you! Once again, Lord Ameniah, welcome to my ship.” he takes the knee before my presence, despite that he is much higher than me in terms of hierarchy in this expanse, arms wide open wholeheartedly.
Thereafter, he tells me whereas I am the sole survivor of the prior assault yesterday. Well, wait… what? Indeed, I am still warm and alive… not that I could deny that. However, as a matter of fact, who are these guys in the first place? Why bothering themselves to save us… I mean, rather, rescuing a single soul which is ‘me’. If they are not Inglovians or being associated with those goons, the question remains as I discern it in a proximity… whom they are working with and or whatsoever for, as mentioned Capt. Leonis - he is not a pirate. They are not allegedly claiming to be pirates.
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“Captain, if I may to ask something. What is your motif or your mode of living?" audaciously inquiring about their work of operations, in a candid way.
He laughs about my questions, as if it's funny; hereby he comments: "We are seaway robbers whence we make out of our living." as he taps my shoulder with an immense amount of pressure.
"Does it not resemble how pirates would do?" asking myself, confused and startled about his statement.
"I know what you're thinking…" the captain claims, where he looks at me straight into my eyes "Well, truth to be told. We are akin to the pirates you see or encounter on how we do things, yes. We have much experience and discipline towards the adversaries we face. Calculation, coordination, and prediction. We are more sophisticated than them, nevertheless and therefore. Hence, we are more organized than most of the pirates you have ever met." he elaborates the entire description of his crew.
“I can tell a little bit more about these when we reach our destination.” he adds, by declaring that we are close to coming ashore.
I shrug my shoulders off, then, the captain summons my attention: “Milord, come over here. Post-haste.” saying, as he sits over to his desk.
“With all due respect, captain, I’m not an astute when it comes to trusting uncertain individuals, as I might say. If it’s intriguing then that’s a different story to tell.” I speak candidly, hereafter exposing cynicism towards the man whom he’d taken care of since the beginning of welcoming me within this cabin quarters. He laughs his lungs out which startles me.
“Well, milord. I do honor your honesty, per se. As I did pry not the entirety of ‘ourselves’. Yes, it’s true that we operate things akin to those buffoons and ruffians. But, for real, this is no time for being vigilant. What can you say?” he suggests.
“Of course, have it your way.” I gesture an acceptance upon his offer, entailing him trust.
And in just no time, I can finally see the rendezvous of what Leonis is referring to. I admit that I was growing impatient a while ago. During my rantings not long after, Capt. Leonis told me to calm my horses up and spoke, as I quote: “I do tell you and as I believe it is not of the appropriate time flaunting child-like demeanor and flaring tantrums all around this chamber. Time is of the essence, like you said; Lord Ameniah. Patience is of your deficit, however.” which stunned me into silence. He's right besides contempt filled in my heart.
And yes, I got some cold and harsh scolding by this nonchalant person before me. Not only, he seems nice and cool but still, he is considerate for my welfare in this ship. Despite my covert haughtiness upon the captain and because of how he revered me so well, it is sufficed to assume that he has a sense of responsibility over his jurisdiction under his umbrella. He is terrifying but he declines to exude it like what he demonstrated a while ago but he is also compassionate towards his people. I concur to that when it comes to governing an exclave, unfortunately, this instance is not of my style. You have my salutations, Captain Leonis.