"Damn..." Bag muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with traces of alcohol and gritted teeth, "Who the hell said this was a shabby little port? This doesn't look like a port... It looks more like the offshore treasury of some dog official from the Empire."
He kicked the side of the ship, feeling a slight urge to retreat, but it quickly dissipated. Despite the alcohol filling his head, his mind was still functioning.
"Saying we won't fight now? Then I might have to jump into the sea myself tonight." Bag said quietly, his mouth twisting into a grin, "If this bunch of drunkards hears I've backed down, they'd tie me to the mast and feed me to the seabirds."
He suddenly turned back, raising his voice, filled with both alcohol and fury: "Don't charge during the day, do it at night! We'll launch a surprise attack under the cover of darkness."
The helmsman had just nodded and hadn't turned around when the cabin erupted into chaos.
"Brilliant, boss!"
