He was headed back to the land which he called home; the only land he'd vowed never to attack. Sure, he'd gotten into his fair share of fights there. But what real man had't had a scarp or two in his youth? Of course, there were more than a few; he smirked at the thought. He'd always been a fighter, even as a boy. He'd even taken to the seas at a young age, got his first ship at the ripe age of seventeen. This was his second beloved, as the first had caught fire not five years ago. Lost in a battle between the royal fleets and himself. He'd taken them on with only himself and his best friend, and had actually almost won. But it was too much for him at that age. He'd managed to escape the gallows, but the circumstances were not so bright for his poor friend.
His mind shifted to his current dilemma, though; word was someone had been stealing from him. His hands clenched angrily on the wheel at this thought. He thought of his oath, and he pondered his options; he'd normally kill any man-- no. Any swine who'd dare steal from Ruthless Ruben, the most feared pirate on the seas. Who could possibly be so foolish to steal from a pirate? Could this possibly be a rouse? a joke? It could be nothing more; no one had dared cross him. Did they know who they were taking from? No matter; he'd get to the bottom of this. He'd find a way around his word and teach this man a lesson.