"That's not to say your idea wouldn't go ahead, lass. It would just need a little reworking." He narrowed his eyes as he thought, observing a semblance of a plan forming on the wood floor below, but couldn't see how to stitch them together.
Another hum of a laugh rattled inside the mans chest. "You are correct. Women, especially red-haired women, are considered bad luck." He managed to catch her gaze and leaned in "To the average pirate" before playfully swinging himself back, turning himself side on to stare ahead at the wall, his back to her.
He raised his cup to take another mouthful. "But when you're a ship full of already cursed & dead men, what's one more pot of bad luck?" The ship creaked & groaned in another dramatic sway, the sound carrying like a low, sad cello strike.
Ralston set his cup behind him on the table once more. However, this time, when returning his arm, his elbow knocked it over to which he didn't care about doing so. Its contents inside trickled out slower, more thickly, than a normal cup of wine would, & its colour ran in different blend than wine would.
"Travelling these seas for as long as I have," he started to answer her question, addressing his words to the wall still "even with a ship full of crew, it gets lonely. Their hunger, so ravenous that eating with them is more effort than its worth."
Ralston turned in his seat, elongating himself to reach out towards Viola, like a cat reaching sleepily towards its prey. His eyes had changed from their dark brown, to glimmering red. A long thick web of drool travelled down from his lips, his breath almost hitching with his hunger. Four of his canines had grown sharper & longer. His eye was fixated on Violas throat, his tongue lapping at his lips. "Sometimes, dining alone with your own personal feast is exactly what a captain of a cursed, dead ship needs." His hand reached out to grab hold of Violas dress, tearing his eye from her neck to hers once more "And you are the finest cut of meat I have seen for a very long time." His red eyes were darkening again, his expression threatening "How could I not want you all to myself?"