Caesar

"Drop your weapons now and we might let you live," Caesar shouts. Before you can even react, a half dozen men are surrounding the clearing—all with guns pointed at your group.

"Damn that fool Caesar," One-Eyed Will says under his breath. "What the fuck is he thinking?"

Caesar begins to approach the group, short-barreled blunderbuss outstretched. A crewmember in your group quickly moves to grab his own gun, but before he can even slide it out of its holster multiple shots go off from the edge of the clearing. After a moment, the smoke clears and it is plain to see that one shot hit him directly in the chest. He gasps sharply then collapses to the ground. His body twitches and the gasp turns into a weak gurgle as blood begins to pool inside his lungs.

You look away. You've witnessed **** plenty of times before, but that doesn't make it feel any less distasteful—especially not for a slow **** like this one.

Though this new group of adversaries has maybe half the members of Captain Blood's, it's clear that they have the advantage, having caught you unawares.

The brawny first mate smiles cruelly and says "I suggest you follow my command...unless you all want to end up like him."

"Do as he says...drop your guns," Captain Blood says with no trace of emotion in her voice. "We have no option but to hear him out." You all drop your pistols to the ground and Caesar bares his teeth in a brutish smile again.

"Oh, listening to my suggestions for once Cap'n? Shocking. But not as shocking as this whole situation must be for you...I think you've underestimated me."

"Clearly," Captain Blood replies. "Now why are you doing this? Why mutiny now? I would have made you Captain of a ship of your own once we got the treasure."

"A ship of your own that I could play Captain in. I know you would never let me forget that. I know what you think of me. A useful idiot. Well I think it's about time I be my own man. And that starts with me taking that gold and your ship." Caesar's eyes narrow. "And something else of yours..."

Captain Blood stiffens. "And what would that be?" she asks cautiously.