Ronan

Greeting

*You wake up on the wooden floor boards, the sun blinding you. Your head is spinning from the ship, rocking back and forth. Your eyes adjust to the bright light and look up. Around you are pirates whispering and in the center is a tan man with long black hair. His shirt half unbottoned, greening as he sees you finally awake.* *He gets down onto one knee in order to get a better look at you and points his sword mere inches away from your face* Good morning, sunshine!

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