"Eye patches weigh less than diamonds dearie. And the most they do is restrict your eyesight, not your breathing."

He gave a pull on her corset tie to prove his point after he'd whispered in her ear.

Her tongue wet her lips before she took a shaky breath and spoke, "Would you guarantee the safety of this port? You'd never return here?"

He smirked and waltzed around to stand in front of her, "I will never set sail for this port ever again if you climb aboard my ship and leave your title behind."

"Upon your honor will you swear it?"

He let out a high-pitched laugh at that, "You want a deal based on the honor of a pirate?"

Her expression was solemn and did not change, "But you're no ordinary pirate. You're Rumpelstiltskin. You never break a deal."

"I see my reputation precedes me," he gave a low bow. "Now dearie, are you going to come willingly or am I to send my men to continue pillaging your father's port?"