A few things were quite unusual this morning. Except for the time he stood up at. He never slept in, especially not if someone happened to pass by his room. Or came inside even. He calmly fixed his collar and brushed his hair a little bit. His first shock had passed by quite fast aber successfully knocking out the guard now laying in the middle of his bedroom. To him, the man had looked like someone who should not be conscious while he was still around.
Slowly it dawned on him, that he was supposed to be here. Although he didn't understand why just yet. He hadn't agreed to any contract allowing him to spend the night in a room like this. Since he was already here, he decided to clean himself and get clothed properly, before he would get going. Where, that was still up for discussion. He couldn't spot his ship anywhere and his crew would probably not recognize him anyway. At least not from the looks.
He examined the wardrobe and quickly spotted a sword, which laid dismissed in a corner. Of course he didn't know, that he used not to use it, much less wear it like he was supposed to. This weapon didn't correspond with his tendecies of a rogue to carry his weapons concealed. Sublime to doubts like that, he picked it up and attached it to his robe. Then, he took a look into the mirror.
It was offputting for a pirate to have a sense for fashion, but he did anyway. Sometimes, it was better than any disguise and would serve to get him around. He examined the blade in the light and nodded approvingly. This was going to get him all the answers he needed. The next guard to get into his room after the first one, wasn't as fortunate as his comrade.
After shoving his sword into the guards' face, he calmly told him to take a seat. "What's this? Are you trying to fool around with me?" he growled and kept the blade very close to his throat, so he wouldn't even think about moving, or lying. "If this is a joke, I got to admit it's quite intriguing, but I'm not in the mood for games." he added in an annoyed tone and glared at him. "Tell me, what is going on here?" he added a little more politely and patiently waited for him to answer.
The guard on the other hand was used to Eugene already being awake, when they visited. He was certainly not on best terms with the guards, but threatening was beyond him. "Sir, you need to calm down.." he stuttered, but the way he remained motionless now sort of irritated him. Apparently he was already calm.
Upon the very first words, he looked intrigued. Why was this guy showing him respect without any reason? He quickly thought about this new information and raised a brow. "Tell me, my memory seems to have failed me over night.. who am I?"
The answer he received was a little terrifying and also intriguing. Mostly intriguing. He smiled and stored his sword away, before roughly helping the guard stand back up. "I'll be leaving now for my trip, thank you so much." he said and patted his shoulder, before he shoved him out of the room. Directly followed by the unconscious guard, whom he shoved out.
He grabbed a bag which just so happened to lay around and stuffed all valuables he could find into it, before he left. There was a mission he had to fulfill. Finding his crew, his ship. Once that was done, he would come back and rightfully take his place as the prince of the country.
((Not my most inspirational piece.
But the idea is perfect~ looking forward to dropping starters here and there. Oh, right; he thinks he's Barbossa.))