"Well, it was a gallant effort, but it seems I've won this round," Xerxes announced joyfully, placing a blade at the legendary Crimson Lady's neck. Well, he considered it a win at any rate. True, they might have lost her ship in the storm that was conjured by and subsequently escaped the control of one of his precious spellblades (by the gods, they were indispensable!), but that wasn't before the lovely dark skinned captain had boarded his ship in an attempt to take his head. He grinned.
"I wager that your crew be off to Nassau if they did sink or, more likely, off each other trying to decide who to replace you. Welcome to the Dancing Flame, milady," he told her with a sweeping bow, eliciting a chorus of laughs from the rest of his crew. His First Mate leered at her.
"This is quite a treasure, captain. I'd hope you weren't intending to keep her for yourself," he murmured, reaching to caress her cheek, drawing a few guffaws from the crowd. Xerxes shook his head.
"I wouldn't do that," he told the older man, "She might take it off. Besides, there will be treasure for all soon enough."
He strode towards the edge of the ship and smiled.
"The legendary Tri Isles, seat of the Siren Queen from ages past," he announced reverently, "I'd say tonight is as good a time as any for a feast."
He turned to Robyn and smiled roguishly and reached behind her waist and pulled a piece of parchment from her pocket, "We have your half of the map after all."
He pocketed it and bowed once again, "You will be my guest of honor, of course."