"Turn the ship around!"
Feeling the pressure on his throat begin to rise as Ackster started raising the hand around his throat, the sailor gave in. They had fished up trouble. And since it was more than they could deal with, they could at least try and save their lives.
"Good."
Ackster sat the blond sailor down again and patted his shoulder before squeezing it with enough force to remind the sailor that his throat was still unsafe.
"What are you waiting for?!"
Surprisingly enough, the other pirates obeyed and started shifting the sails, manning the oars, and turning the ship's wheel.
The blond pirate glanced at Ackster after bending over and coughing a little.
"How did you know?"
Ackster shrugged before answering.
