“Release me, and I’ll make it worth your while,” the pirate, Barton, hissed as he twisted in his bonds, chains clattering against the deck.

“You’re going back to Charleston where you’ll be hanged,” Captain Phillip Coulson declared, “and no amount of money will sway me.”

And at that, Barton ceased his struggles and fixed the Captain with a lascivious smile, murmuring, “Who said anything about money?”