You wait and stare at the captive, taking in more of his features. His hair is ginger, and his outfit is ragged, course it is he's a captive. Plain brown or grey clothes is all they get. He's a big guy, probably about 6 foot big, definitely on the higher ends towards 7 foot. His chest is muscular and covered in hair, makes you think of the captain, this man would probably make a good pirate. Looking over his body one last time you look to his head and take in their features. His beard is short and neatly cut, looks like this captive was lucky enough to get time to groom himself. His hair though is long and messy, he's been running for a bit since getting dropped off into this place.
The captive continues pointing the gun at your head, waiting. "Well mate, yer going to send me to davy jones locker or do I have to walk there meself?" The captive continues holding the gun at your head and stands resolute, you then see his lips move as he mutters something to himself. You look down at your own wound, the blood's stopped dripping and it seems to be healing up, you can pounce this guy soon. The captive starts backing away into the cave, gun still pointed at your head Stay there or I'll put you down." "Matey, I'm a werewolf, not a dog, yer is a fool if ye think I'll sit here patiently." Despite your taunts, the captive says nothing more and moves into the cave, you're starting to feel good again. Once this guy comes back you'll be ready.
You see him moving towards you, gun pointed but this time he holds a bottle in his other hand. Taking this as your chance you pounce but are met with a bullet to your chest. The bullets hit close to your recovering wound and the pain is extreme, you start kicking on the ground and wine. The guard moves forward and grabs your head, you try to push him off and eventually succeed, but not before you feel some foreign liquid going down your throat. As the liquid goes down you feel burning all over your body as you look to the captive. Tears in your eyes from all this pain you start begging him "Put me down, Matey please just put me down." The captive moves to you and puts his hand on your head, "I can't fix you fully, but maybe I can have an ally". An ally? Is this captive thinking you'll betray the captain? You're his lookout, a member of his crew why would you- OW! The pain rises again as you look to the captive, images of serving the captain are replaced with images of serving this man, your protests slow as eventually you weakly walk to this hand and nuzzle your head into his chest. Your fur begins changing color, as it matches the ginger hair of this man. "You feeling alright now?" "Aye matey, I'm happy to join yer crew". Your captain speaks to himself, "That old hag was right... but if she was right it'll only affect one werewolf. Gotta make him last, and take care of him..."
Your captain nods as he pets your head. "You're my first mate, alright? now we've got to get out of here."