[@Demonic Angel]

Warranting a threat to Evelyn would be more akin to trying to tell a five hundred pound grizzly bear or a horde of ravenous, bloodthirsty vampire bats not to chew your face off, but unfortunately the pirate had made that grievous error.  Oh the many horrible, gruesome, gory things Evelyn imagined doing to him, such twisted, vile thoughts carving across her face a sinister grin.  Her eyes were gleaming like blood rubies.  The [s]butt[/s] pirate wanted to see two fine gems?  He was about to get them as Ev turned to face him for once, snickering with an insidious undertone, her voice....like a beastly growl, [color=ed1c24]"You don't know who you're messing with, sailor boy.  I make little pirates like you into skeletons I can dance around with in the fog of cemeteries, while the devil plays his fiddle."[/color]  She punctuated her own threat with a...slightly insane giggle.  If this punk had the best intentions of keeping his guts inside his flesh...he wouldn't want it to get violent.