Alessio sat silently at the table, his hooded face in shadow, barring the tip of his snout, and his eyes, which glared at the four men before him. They seemed aggitated, and the Captain looked angry.
"Wheres our gold then, rat?" he asked, practically spitting the last word. The men shifted when he said it, worried about what the 'rat' could do to them. Alessio looked silently at them, and shrugged, his silent way of saying that he had none.
"You sayin' you aint got none?" growled one of the men, a huge man, round as a barrel, and with upper arms the size of Alessio's thighs. Alessio rasied one hand and pointed at the man, nodding, and grinning. One man spat on the floor, before downing a slug of rum, and throwing the glass to the floor as well. he entire crew had been drinking for the last hour or so, and had been eating in the galley. It seemed that some built up some courage, but that didnt matter much.
"So how you gonna pay us?" demanded the Captain, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Alessio gestured around the assembled men with one hand, and drew a finger of the other across his throat. The men simply laughed, one laughing so hard he had to sit down, wiping tears from his eyes.
"You'z gonna kill us all?" screamed one, barely able to control his laughter. "With yer little knives?" As the men laughed, Alessio reached calmly into a pocket, and pulled out an empty bottle, setting it on the table for them all to see. They stopped laughing, and glared at him, wondering what he was going to do.
"Wha's'at?" asked one of them, pulling a weighted hammer free, failing to notice the sitting man developing a strong cough. "Wha' game you playin'?" Alessio pointed first to the bottle, then at the men, then drew his finger over his throat again, a satisfied smile crossing his face.
"Poison!?" shouted the Captain, grasping for his sword. "You've poisoned us!?" Something wet splashed on his hand, and he looked down, recoiling in horror as he saw blood on his hand. The coughing man slumped to the floor, coughing, and spraying blood everywhere, as one of the others started to cough as well.
"Get 'im!" shouted the largest one, jumping onto the table to reach the Skaven, as the other coughing man slumped to the floor, the toxin killing him instantly. Alessio lashed out with his claw, and cut the mans legs out from underneath him, before dropping to the floor, rolling under the table to attack the Captain.
A leg came away and the man fell with a curse, and Alessio pulled out a knife, and stabbed the last man through the gut with it, before lashing the claw across his face, chopping his skull to fractions. The Captian looked up in shock, feeling the cough rising in his chest as the Skaven grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled him up, bringing the claw back for the death strike.
The last thing the Captain heard before the blades entered his chest, was the sounds of his crew coughing bellow deck.

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"I am not a retard,
I am the retard,
Mr Retard to you."