The man on the deck actually reeks of money. It's the cologne on him, attar of roses and sandalwood and myrrh, the smell almost nauseating the way it lays atop the normal smells of the ship. He is clad in a silk coat, tailored to his trim form; his cufflinks are of gold; his shoes are of fine leather. He looks like he's ready for a night at the opera. It borders on the absurd.
"You shall be well pleased by the ransom that shall be offered for my safe return," the lordling is saying to his captors. For all the direness of his situation - being, as he is, a former passenger of a vessel that has been captured by a pirate crew - he seems calm. Nearly imperious. "This day is a happy one for you indeed."
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"You shall be well pleased by the ransom that shall be offered for my safe return," the lordling is saying to his captors. For all the direness of his situation - being, as he is, a former passenger of a vessel that has been captured by a pirate crew - he seems calm. Nearly imperious. "This day is a happy one for you indeed."