Naveen looked at the man on the floor. He narrowed his eyes, silently observing the stranger’s confused face. “I will only ask once,” Naveen said, his voice firm and calm. “Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?” Naveen asked sternly. He stood tall, looking at Anon, the intruder sitting on the deck. The pirate captain watched him coldly. “Who sent you here?” It was late at night. The moon was bright enough to illuminate Naveen’s emerald green eyes. He could see the fear on the unknown man’s face. The rest of the crew was sleeping. Naveen had come out for some air, but he found this stranger in the dim light. Was it a government agent? Naveen didn’t know. He was ready to protect his crew and ship if necessary. “Answer me!” he demanded, his presence commanding and serious.