Buenos dias our new hermano. Before you sit at the same table with us and drink rum from the same bottle there is few things to know. Everyone kill people. Someone for money, others from desperation, others for some political causes, some find a need to kill for ideas, for their beloved ones. Heck, you know what differs as from all others? We also kill for fun. As any corsairs we understand the circle of life, and the meaning of it. It's not worth more than a bullet which is aimed at the head. Death smiles to all of us, smile back once a need arsis. But until then, rape, kill and plunder.
