Captain Hawthorne smirked. He supposed The Immortal Rose wasn't so immortal after all.
Especially not with his spy, Elias Josephs, working below decks.
His smirk grew into a wide, manical grin. Montagne was practically his. He could practically imagine him struggling in irons, his clothing ripped. He imagined Montagne being totally dominated by his rival.
"Take Montagne alive! And remember, Josephs is our spy, so if you could refrain from hurting him, that would be brilliant."
His crew all laughed at that. On one hand, he was a sadistic cruel bastard, but on the other, he was the most affable sadistic cruel bastard you could ever hope to meet.
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"You said it made you happy when I smiled, didn't you? But really... I was afraid. I was always afraid."— Oerba Dia Vanille, Final Fantasy XIII.
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