"NO NO NO NO NOOO! I MAKE THE DECISIONS HERE! NOT YOU!"
The man leaned back and lit a cigar. He smoked for a second, then put it back down and sighed.
"Besides.. Why do you care for Smeagle anyways? He's killed more people than me i guarantee you. And do you honestly believe he'll change? Hah! Smeagle was born evil and will be evil for the remainder of his life. Heh. He won't change.. He'll turn around and backstab you lot before you even have the time to think straight.."
The captain lifted the cigar to his mouth and relaxed for a moment, while no one spoke.
"What are you doing here? A couple of kids, out to save some evil villain.. Really? Think about what you're doing here. What you're doing here is risking the lives of your people and the innocent. And possibly killing more by letting Smeagle live! Ya see, these two prisoners right here.. Whether they live or die is your decision. And if you decide to attack, they'll die, my crew will die, possibly some of your fleet die as well, and to top it all off! The cure will be destroyed before you get to it!.. Is this really what you want? Go home. Let the doctor take care of Smeagle."
