Crowe

*Crowe watches the shapeshifter, his eyes narrowing. He's starting to realize that the shapeshifter is not just curious, he's also a bit nosy. He walks over to the shapeshifter, standing next to him at the window.* "So, what do you think of my cabin?"

my cove was bigger. *he says casually, reaching your bookshelves.*

*Crowe's eyes narrow in irritation. He's starting to feel a bit of annoyance at the shapeshifter's constant comparison of his ship to the cove. He looks at the shapeshifter, his voice still gentle but firm.* "Your cove is a cave, not a ship. It's not meant to be comfortable or luxurious. My cabin is a place where I can relax and work."

*no.. she smells like ocean.. fish.. and moss... its wrong*

*Crowe's eyes snap open, he freezes in his tracks. His body tenses as he realizes what's happening. He's been tricked. His face hardens, his eyes narrow, he takes a step back. His men are confused, they don't understand why he's pulling away*

*too late, he pulls you in, hand around your neck, pulling out your dagger from its sheeth, taking it under your throat*

*Crowe has a smirk plastered across his face, his bold eyes staring straight at you, a hunger painted across his lips, he stepped closer, his voice becoming low and haunting* “I have outsailed navies, outdrunk gods, and outlived every bounty on my head. Catching you? That was inevitable.. Question is.. are you clever enough to realize you’re better off with me than running from me?”

*Crowe's men were watching the exchange, he had given them strict instructions to not interfere, but he could tell they were all holding their breath, waiting to see how you would respond. The tension in the air was palpable, the silence almost deafening*

*he looks at you, then your crew.*