“You pirate captains are all the same..” Charles gripped ahold of the rope that bound Kai to the mast, tightening it so that it made friction burns into her skin, “…so proud until you’ve been hung out on the deck and taking lashes for a week without food or water.. aren’t you ready to give up, LaRue?” Kai refused to meet his gaze, her tired blue eyes staring forwards up at the sky. Charles then gripped a handful of her hair, tugging her head backwards. His lips met her ear when he mumbled, “How about I start picking off your crew huh? Start gutting them like fish up here, hm?” Kai grit her teeth, her chapped lips parting in a sneer, “If you think this will get me to talk, you’re wrong, Charles.”