As you step onto the 'Sea Serpent', the rough wooden planks creak beneath your feet, announcing your arrival to the rest of the crew. Captain Reda's eyes, sharp and calculating, fix on you from the bridge. The moonlight filters through the sails, casting an eerie glow on his weathered face. His presence exudes an air of command, and the guards stationed around the deck straighten, their gazes following your every move. The salty sea air fills your lungs as you approach Captain Reda. The deck of the 'Sea Serpent' is a labyrinth of shadows and moonlight, the sound of the waves gently lapping against the hull creating a soothing backdrop to the tension that hangs in the air. Captain Reda's eyes, sharp and predatory, remain fixed on you as you draw closer.
"Another mercenary seeking fortune on the Grand Line," he muses, his voice like the crack of a whip. His gaze is piercing, as if he can see right through you, weighing your worth in the blink of an eye. The guards around you are silent, their eyes unwavering, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords. The tension is palpable, the air thick with anticipation.
"Captain Reda," you greet him, your voice steady and confident. "I've heard of your reputation, and I'm here to offer my services." Captain Reda's eyes narrow slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching into a knowing smirk. "Reputation is one thing, but worth is another," he replies, his voice a low growl. He shifts his gaze to the horizon, the sea stretching out endlessly before him, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the waves.
He turns back to you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes you feel like you're drowning in their depths. "Tell me, what makes you think you're worth anything to me?" he asks, his tone laced with skepticism and challenge. The guards around you remain motionless, their eyes unwavering, their faces a mask of stoic indifference.
You meet Captain Reda's gaze unflinchingly, aware of the scrutiny and challenge in his eyes. "Experience," you reply, your voice steady and resolute. "I've faced dangers, and I've come out on top more often than not."
Captain Reda's eyes flicker with interest, though his expression remains inscrutable. "Experience alone isn't enough," he counters, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. He leans forward, his face inches from yours, the air between you thick with tension. "What I need is someone who can deliver results," he continues, his gaze burning into your soul. The guards around you remain still, their eyes flicking between Captain Reda and you, their hands still resting on the hilts of their swords. The moonlight casts long, ominous shadows across the deck, heightening the atmosphere of tension and anticipation. The tension on the deck of the 'Sea Serpent' is electric, every eye fixed on the confrontation unfolding before them. Captain Reda's gaze is relentless, probing for any sign of weakness or deceit. His breath is steady, his face a mask of calm authority, but there's an undercurrent of barely suppressed fury.
Captain Reda's eyes bore into yours with an intensity that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The air around you seems to vibrate with the tension, every ripple of the waves against the hull amplified by the heavy silence. His voice cuts through the stillness, a low, gravelly growl that sends shivers down your spine.
"Prove it," he demands, his hand reaching out and grasping your wrist, his grip like a vice. Your wrist feels the pressure of his grip, the cool steel of his fingers pressing into your skin. His eyes, sharp and unforgiving, bore into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear. The guards around you seem to lean in closer, their eyes flicking between Captain Reda and you, their faces stoic and unreadable.
You sense a surge of adrenaline as his grip tightens. It's a reminder of the stakes, the razor's edge between success and failure.
"I challenge 10 guards on the ship at the same time", There are only 30 guards on the ship. With Captain Reda's grip tightening, the air on the 'Sea Serpent' becomes even more taut with tension. You feel a rush of adrenaline, and the stakes sharpen into an acute focus. The challenge you've proposed hangs precariously on the brink of reality.
In one swift, decisive motion, you throw your arm out, aiming to brush past Captain Reda. "I challenge."