Fight Rosamondo

"So, Rosamondo the Red," you say. "I heard you know the way to a buried treasure of great power."

"So what if I do?"

"Well, I want it. How about you take me there?"

"And why d'ye think I'd be sharing that with the likes of ye?"

"If you don't, I'll keep spanking this barmaid."

"No ye won't."

"And why not?"

"Because I'll be chasin' ye out of this bar at the point of me cutlass, is why." Rosamondo advances towards you, cutlass at the ready. "Ye think ye can intimidate a pirate queen, do ye? Ye be about to learn a most valuable lesson."

You stand up, letting the pantiless barmaid slide to the ground. She gathers her skirts around her legs and scurries aside, cheeks pink, cradling her sore bottom, as you brandish her panties in the air and smirk at Rosamondo. "A pirate queen, are you?"

"Aye."

"Bet you must have the respect of all your shipmates."

"Every sailor on the seventeen seas knows to fear the name of Rosamondo."

"So if you lost that respect, that wouldn't be good for you, right? Say you were defeated by a random stranger in some public and humiliating way..."

"I don't think that's likely to happen, lad."

"Well, you never know," you say, and make a gesture. The panties in your hand burn away into thin air, fueling your magic. This is going to be fun.