Oh, aye. Sure sign of a despot is in the smile, you're right about that.
Only it happens to be that you're wrong. Pirates love a tyrant. You're not a proper crew unless it's pissing rain and you've not had a meal in a day and a half and some captain's shouting in your ear, calling you a son of a flea-bitten whoresdog, mangy nugfucker, a distempered puppet of fate. That treatment, that's how you know you belong.
If you're serious about it, I'll show her to you. She's called the Fancy. I've had her years now. Not when I met Yseult, I was only a deckhand then. And a pirate, though she didn't know it. Thought me some charming sailor, which I was, really. Not much difference between a sailor and a pirate but the name and who recognizes your legitimacy to sail around commandeering from others.
For you? I'll only shout a little. And I'll make sure there's an eye patch laying about, if you want it. Can't promise anything about the parrots. They've a mind of their own.
[Though, fairly--and without destroying any dreams outright--]
In all honesty, it's not going to be what you're expecting.
Well, now. It could be a trust born of how intimidated the crew is by me, yeah? With all the yelling and the smiling. We've established that I'm a tyrant, so they're not likely to cross me, eh? Even if I'm not around to menace them to their faces.
Honest answer is that they're a good lot free to make whatever coin they can while I'm off otherwise occupied and saving Thedas from fate and evil. My first mate, he's called Garr. I'd say I trust him as I would a brother but I never had any brothers that I know of, so I wouldn't know what the trust is like either. Trust him as I imagine someone with a brother would trust their brother, if they liked him very much and felt he was worthy of that trust. Responsible with his possessions, respectful, that sort of thing. Honest, for a man known to cheat at cards.
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Only it happens to be that you're wrong. Pirates love a tyrant. You're not a proper crew unless it's pissing rain and you've not had a meal in a day and a half and some captain's shouting in your ear, calling you a son of a flea-bitten whoresdog, mangy nugfucker, a distempered puppet of fate. That treatment, that's how you know you belong.
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If you're serious about it, I'll show her to you. She's called the Fancy. I've had her years now. Not when I met Yseult, I was only a deckhand then. And a pirate, though she didn't know it. Thought me some charming sailor, which I was, really. Not much difference between a sailor and a pirate but the name and who recognizes your legitimacy to sail around commandeering from others.
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[ Don’t correct him. Don’t destroy his dreams. ]
But I am serious, ouais. I would love to see her. If you need to shout at me the whole time, for appearances, I can take it.
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[Though, fairly--and without destroying any dreams outright--]
In all honesty, it's not going to be what you're expecting.
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[ Sometimes terrible. Sometimes great. He’ll survive. ]
Is it normal for a crew to be trusted with a your ship without you there? Or does it mean they like you?
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Honest answer is that they're a good lot free to make whatever coin they can while I'm off otherwise occupied and saving Thedas from fate and evil. My first mate, he's called Garr. I'd say I trust him as I would a brother but I never had any brothers that I know of, so I wouldn't know what the trust is like either. Trust him as I imagine someone with a brother would trust their brother, if they liked him very much and felt he was worthy of that trust. Responsible with his possessions, respectful, that sort of thing. Honest, for a man known to cheat at cards.