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He smiled. A challenge, perhaps? "Very well, Captain, you lead the way." His eyes flashed with mirth. Every move she made could be made to seem like a victory for him, with the right tone. Let her tire herself out hacking the reeds clear for him. Plus she would begin to grow hot, and sweaty, and frustrated, and his words could slide ever more effortlessly under her armour, so to speak.

"Well, Mistress Captain, Last thing I can remember is consuming far too much of someone's- that is to say, my- whiskey, and passing out in a calm night, probably in a Port Royal boozing den. Not the first time i've woken up in strange lands after a fine night of fun, I can tell you! But, first time I've had a face as lovely as yours to wake up next to, no mistake." He flashed another wicked smile, carefully picking his way through the chopped reeds, following close behind her now.