[Prompt - "What makes you think you're going to live to see another sunrise."]
"What makes you think you're ever going to live to see another sunrise?" The marine barked pulling Thatch's head back by his hair. The man scowled when Thatch smile back with blood coated teeth. The marine growled, letting go of his hair and shoved his head to the side.
"You clearly haven't done your research, grunt." Thatch gave a wet chuckle, spitting out the blood that gathered in his mouth. "You see any moment now my family is going to burst through that door and release me from the bonds. When they do and your fellow dogs are pissing their pants, I am going to kick your ass for ruining my hair."
Thatch turned to the door and the marine followed suit. "Any second now" he continued several seconds after stareing. Turning back to him with a disappointed hum, the marine laughed.
"It seems to overestimated your crew, pirate" the man spat "not that I'm surprised. You lot are all the same." With a snap the door was opened and several other marines entered. As they unstrapped him, Thatch studied each one until they fell upon the shortest that stepped in front of him, undoing his wrists. He fought the smile as he glanced into the familiar blue eyes of the twelfth commander.
"Whoa, whoa whoa." Thatch said as he was forced to stand up. The officer turned back to him.
"Ready to beg , scum?"
"No, not really. I just wanted you to be facing me when I said I told you so."