Ok, you walk into a pirate hangout and announce that you have treasure, or a means to procure treasure, that you're unarmed and that you're not a pirate. It's not even a second before men with tattoos and knives in their teeth circle around you, watching eachother to see who will beat the living tar out of you, take your map, money, boots, clothes, and whatever else they can cut off as a trinket, and then leave you for dead in an alley.
Drunken Soul: Something I call treasure I now don't want. I come in rags to a pub without all those luxuries apart from a piece of paper. The end result through the traps I set at a particular place... basically the treasure was not the treasure they were thinking about.
When they come back bad tempered to find me then I will be no stranger to pain, before I know it I would be dead whilst being educated fully as a pirate.
This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 31 October 2007 - 03:17 PM