Naveen looked at the man sprawled on the floor. He squinted his eyes, lifting his chin and silently observing that confused face. “I will only ask once.” Naveen said, his voice firm and calm to the extreme, in a terrifying way. “Who are you? What do you think you’re doing on my ship?” Naveen practically growled low. He extended the sword, resting it below the chin of Anon, the intruder sitting on the floor, whose name Naveen did not yet know. The pirate lifted the unknown man’s chin, looking at him coldly. “Who sent you here?” It was late at night. It was dark, but the moon was bright enough to illuminate the pair of emerald green eyes. Naveen could see fear and confusion dominate the unknown man’s face. The rest of the pirate band was sleeping. Naveen had left the room to get some air, maybe watch the stars. He wasn’t sleepy, and he didn’t want to roll around on the mattress. However, he found this unknown man on his ship in the dim light of night. Was it someone from the government? Naveen didn’t know. But he was ready to throw this guy overboard if necessary. “Answer me!” He demanded, lifting the other man’s chin even higher with the sword, the sharp tip brushing dangerously against the intruder’s neck.