Things had been quiet for so long that the lean pirate finally got curious and slowly turned back around. To his surprise, Tail found that the captain had slipped off into sleep again. An uneasy sleep, judging from the little frown line between his eyebrows.
Not too surprising, considering you almost strangled him then tried to beat him up.
Tail crushed that little sympathetic voice with irritation. Why the hell couldn't he just hate the man across from him? Things would be a lot easier if he could.

But that was the point of the matter; beyond the first wave of blinding anger, Tail was finding it increasingly hard to just be mad at Captain Haze. Especially when he was distracted more and more by a vague feeling of recollection about the man sleeping nearby.

Of course, I know him by reputation, every pirate does, whether the talk about him with scorn or fear. But his face, so very familiar, yet I've never met him in person before...
Tail's gaze wandered to Haze's face, studying his features and trying to puzzle out the sense of knowing the captain. While he slept, Haze let down his defenses and his face was not the cold mask he showed the rest of the world. He looked almost unbearably young, with his full lips, that women would have called sensuous, slightly open and his long dark eyelashes laying upon his pale cheeks. His short, almost savagely cut black hair seemed out of place with his childlike face.

Haze stirred slightly and Tail realized that was because he himself had started humming again. Ever since he had found himself on Captain Haze's ship, Tail had found his thoughts filled with melodies that were both achingly familiar and totally foreign. The tall pirate had never considered himself musical, though he never really knew for sure; he had never found any need to try to compose. But Tail had never heard music like the stuff in his head in any port or spaceship. Was his mind unconsciously creating it? But why now? Bugger it, what is with this ship that's messing with my mind? Maybe a gas pipe cracked when we were hit.

Tail absently ran a hand through his spiky hair and looked around the fairly small room. The scar on his face, poorly hidden behind a gaudy eyepatch, was beginning to ache, telling the pirate that he was stressing out. Tail grimaced and gently massaged the old wound. He hadn't been kidding when he said his life wasn't easy, the laser scar had taken much too long to heal and had never really healed properly in the first place.
I can't stand it. I don't want to be in this room with him any longer. I need out.
The pirate got up as quietly as he could and began feeling the walls of the room, trying to find a loose panel or poorly-shod joint. He began tapping lightly, looking for hollow places that he could somehow drill through.

"Leaving here won't get you very far," Haze said in a calm voice without opening his eyes, causing Tail to whirl around in startlement. "this is the only deck that functions and has life support. Everything and everyone else is dead."
A cold chill ran down Tail's spine.
Everything and everyone else is dead.