Alan's teeth shone and gritted together at the sight of the blade. His heart pumped, his eyes dilated, the adrenaline fueled his singing voice to only be louder. "HUA HUA HUA, YOU CAN'T KILL ME THEN? I TOLD YOU I LIKED MY ODDS!" Alan's laugh was throaty, neck dancing around the blade, outlining the edge. Flesh taunted steel. Alan's pupils shot downward, and his toothy grin became one-sided. "SAY, IS THAT JAGUAR SHIT ON YER' FOOT?" Alan said. Before the pirate could respond, Alan would bring a steel-toed boot down onto the pirate's foot, aiming for the toes. Alan's wrists were tied together in seastone, but his hands were free to grasp at short ranges. In the midst of the pirate's pain, Alan would turn swiftly and attempt to rip the key away from the pirate's belt with big, meaty hands, hiding freedom within the palm of a hand.