Reagan stalked unto the Sweet Lillian with an effortless grace, his steps, silent and soft. That was what he was feared for. Unlike his brother, he was a quiet killer. An assassin.
He was not as cruel and ruthless as his brother when he shed blood, but he still very much enjoyed his hunts.
He was one of the most dangerous pirates to ever sail the seas.
And Aletta was painfully aware of that.
That was why she chose to avoid him. Unfortunately, it seemed she had piqued the devil's interest.
She sighed, mopping the wooden planks of the ship. She was not oblivious to the unnerving presence behind her.
"You shouldn't watch me, master Reagan," she said, curtly, not pausing in her movements. "It is rather unnerving."
She heard the floor boards creak under the weight of Reagan's boots as he walked closer towards her.
