Fantasy A Pirate's Life For Me!

[HolyMacaroons]

Nicoli listened to what Antonio was saying, lifting an eyebrow at his demand. 1000 script hm? He smirked a little, "Now Tony, you know that's a tad bit for some words that I'm not even sure are true." He murmured, leaning against the counter as he ordered a drink, "I would offer you one, but I know you have that weird thing with alcohol." He rolled his shoulders, always curious of the pirate's lack of taste in alcohol. Most pirates, from Nicoli's experience anyways, have always been drunk of their asses for the better part of their lives. His black hair fell into his eyes as he took the drink in one gulp, "I'll give you 500." He stated. He was curious. And in the off chance the captain was telling the truth, he could have a real treasure in his hands. But he refused to pay 1000 for something that wasn't proven true, and he felt like Antonio knew that. Like he was testing him, or maybe he was just being carefree and ambitious like always.

Kyon

 

[Kyon]

Antonio ordered a glass of milk and laughed a bit at Nicoli's offer. "Half price, eh?" He drank the whole glass of milk with one gulp. "Smart man, but me offer doesn't waver." Antonio tilted his glass around, watching as the little bit of milk left over moved from side to side. He then moved it around in a circular motion. "Such a shame. Surely such a magnificent crew has plundered at least 1000 measly scrip from the dozens of ships you've ransacked." He was slightly tugging at Nicoli's past. "Or tell me, Nicoli. Do ye still not kill for money?" His smirk grew ever wider. It was an attempt to persuade the Nicoli to accept the offer by tainting his pride. "Do ye still kill for the excitement? The feeling that ye feel as yer sword enters the body of another man?" Antonio managed a single chuckle. "Did ye at least achieve more than satisfaction on the last ship ye raided, Nicoli? Or were the men simply murdered, not a single piece of gold to come from it?" He looked into Nicoli's dark eyes, seeming to almost stare straight through them and into his memories. He finished with one last line. "At least I tried to help ye, mate." His eager smile continued to unwaver.

HolyMacaroons

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the other captain made an offer she was sure only an idiot would take. Naturally Nicoli refused, his murmur chilled her and Azalea found herself sliding a bit farther away in her seat from Nicoli. Then the other captain obviously began to push at Nicoli's buttons, or past seemingly. She did not want to see an angry Nicoli.

But as the other captain pushed at Nicoli and went into graphic detail of the "glories" of killing a man. Azalea began to visualize the memory of Nicoli killing her husband. She shut her eyes to try and bring up another memory but it only visualized it more. She didn't even realize how hard her fingers dug into her palms. She almost pictured Nicoli brutally stabbing her husband. Again and again. And again.

Abruptly, at the end of the other captains speech. Azalea scooted her chair away from the table, and Nicoli in the process, she moved to get out of her seat. "I need a drink," Azalea said, breathless and her voice was barely audible as she was unable to stand the two people she was sitting next to.

HolyMacaroons Kyon

 

[HolyMacaroons]

Nicoli's grip tightened on the glass in his hands, but that was the only sign that the words that came out of Antonio's mouth were getting to him. "Sit down, Azalea." His voice was cold, stern, and a storm slowly rolled beneath them. He could feel the blood of all the men he had killed on his hands like a stain, seeping into every nerve. When he had first killed someone he had knelled over and emptied his stomach onto the cobblestones, his body heaving. He could still remember his knees digging into the stone, still remember his father clapping him on the back in congratulations at his first kill, before telling him to stop being a baby. That it got easier. But it never did. Ever. He still felt sick from the different bodies he had cut through.

But, it was who he was. Who he was raised to be. His part to play in this fucked up world. He smirked at Antonio, his eyes turning into a thunderstorm ready to clack as he said, "Why don't you find out, Captain?" The threat evident in each syllable as he let the glass set back on the counter. A hush fell over the room again, people glancing over at the two captains and Azalea, holding their breaths. Waiting.

Kyon Ms. Sparrow

 

[Kyon]

Antonio's eyes filled with excitement! A bar brawl, he thought to himself. "Now, Nic," an old name Antonio used to call him by, "I'm not exactly sure if a fight right here is a very good idea, especially with all of these people here to watch." He took a glance around the room, looking at all of the dropped jaws preparing to watch a fight. "I think it sounds like a GREAT idea!" With that, he leaned back and his chair tipped over. Tony caught himself with his hands by placing them above his head and kicked the chair up toward Nicoli with his feet that he had wrapped around the chair. A fun first move indeed. Of course, this wasn't meant to harm Nicoli. He knew he would most likely have enough time to react. This was to give Tony some time to get on his feet before Nic could draw any weapon he may have had on his person. "Your move, mate." He finished off by taking someone's drink at a nearby table and drinking the whole thing, regardless of the contents. The bitter and burning taste of whiskey filled his mouth, giving him strong chills down his spine. A grin lied on his face as he stood there.

HolyMacaroons Ms. Sparrow

 

[HolyMacaroons]

In one smooth movement, Nicoli was on his feet, tugging Azalea up with him and keeping her behind him. At times like this, he really hated going out in public with her without one of his other crew members with her. Though if she ran, they would find her eventually, it would still be more trouble than it was worth. He batted the chair away. Hearing the wood clatter against the floor made a grin that matched Antonio's light up his face, "Nice trick." He purred, eyes narrowing. People around the room either gasped and moved out of the way, or crowded the pair as they screamed bets. With the shouts humming in his blood he rose to the challenge. He didn't want to use a weapon, should any of the pedestrians get in the way and make a unattractive stain on the floor he was sure the owner wouldn't appreciate. "But you're gonna need more than that to best me, mate." He smirked, moving fast and brought his fist straight across Antonio's jaw.

Rage was rolling over Nicoli's body, his eyes bright with almost deadly intent as he heard the instructions of his father in his head. Move quick, duck low, punch hard. He had the words memorized by heart and the echoed in each step of their dance. And that made him even more pissed off.

Kyon Ms. Sparrow

 

[Kyon]

Nic's punch caused Antonio's teeth to clack against each other. A slight taste of blood blended with the sharp whiskey. "Fighting flavor," Antonio said, not seeming to make sense to others. Antonio swung twice, the empty glass still in his left hand. Both punched floated just over Nic's head as he dodged them. Tony spat blood into his eyes, following with a firm kick to the shin. "So where did ye find the girl, dear Nicoli?" He threw the glass at him, missing as it veered to the right. He never had a good throwing arm. "From her expression, it doesn't seem she's here by choice." He chuckled. "Taking slaves now, aye?"

HolyMacaroons Ms. Sparrow

 

[HolyMacaroons]

Nicoli cursed from the ache in his shin, his eyes narrowing before he wiped the blood off his face, "Don't ask about her while you're fighting me. May make me jealous." He seethed, swinging a punch but his footing was a little off and he missed Tony by a breath. His black hair fell into his clouded eyes, that took in every step, every movement the two of them made. Calculating. Always calculating. He ducked another punch, getting low enough to have leverage as he darted forward and tackled the other captain to the ground. People moved as they rolled across the floor, Nicoli on top for a second, throwing a punch straight into the other's nose before he was pushed off. Blood stained his hands again, but he could handle it if it was Antonio's. He definitely wouldn't weep over the spilled crimson that splattered on the wood.

Kyon Ms. Sparrow

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea glared daggers at Nicoli as he demanded she sit down, normally she would have said something sarcastic in reply, but the tone in his voice stopped her blood cold and after a moments hesitation she plopped angrily back down in her seat, silently fuming, but her entire body was alert, ready to leap for the doorway at a moments notice. When Nicoli made his very clear threat, Azalea poised, ready to jump but all hell broke loose and she found herself yanked up by Nicoli and pushed behind him.

Azalea backed up to the edge of the gathering crowd, which was currently blocking her exit. It was times like these she wished Nicoli would leave her on the bloody ship. She ignored the brawl behind her and stood on her tippy toes to look for the exit, however, upon mention of slave, Azalea whipped around with narrows eyes. She despised that word. Resented it. She wasn't a slave. She wasn't.

Nicoli's reply made her smirk. Rotter. What an arrogant- she shook her head and went back to looking for the exit, or a knife lying around. Something that could be potentially useful later.

Kyon HolyMacaroons

 

[Kyon]

Antonio took the punch, though blood poured through his nostrils afterward. "Good punch, though you made quite a mess." He stood up and cracked his crooked nose back into place. "How do ye expect me to get the ladies with a face torn by yer knuckles?" His nose was throbbing and the bleeding wouldn't stop. He stole another man's drink. It reeked of pure alcohol. Tony splashed the glass onto his face. It stung, but felt good at the same time. He then threw the glass at Nicoli again, hoping for it to land. Then more glasses flung at him, all the while Antonio's laughter filling the room as rum and liquor splashed everywhere. He had never had his intentions on a real fight. He just wanted to embarrass or hurt Nicoli's honor. Then he stood there in silence, smirking as he stood. "So Nic, is 1000 scrip still too hefty a price?" No fear, this man had. Perhaps it was drowned out by pure blindness to danger.

HolyMacaroons Ms. Sparrow

 

[HolyMacaroons]

Only one of the glasses had really hit Nicoli, and it was just on the foot, where his boots protected him. He was on his feet, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Tony, weighing the options at hand. Now he just wanted to boot this fucker out of the bar, wanted to scrape the captain's face against the cobblestone path near the docks with the heel of his boot against his cheek. But he wouldn't. Not yet anyway. He smirked, his rage still evident on his face as he held out a hand, "Alright, Tony." Then his eyes glinted, "If you're lying about this, I'm coming after you and your crew and let mine have the fun they deserve, yea?" He asked, putting as much blood lust into his words that he could muster, though the thought made his stomach churn. He could already hear the screams in his ears. But, he didn't think he could muster to care too much. He killed someone from Antonio's crew once, he figured he could do it again.

Kyon Ms. Sparrow

 

[MermaidShireen]

Marion truly enjoyed the sight of blood. The warm, thick, ruby liquid that swelled out of a human's body was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen, and she made it a part of her life to see it often. The feeling of sinking a blade into another creature and it's life essence flowing out of them and onto her. It was the most addictive thing she's ever tasted.

Finished playing and depositing the corpse of the prostitute somewhere someone would eventually find her, Marion returned to the bar to check up on the captain. Imagine her surprise to find him in the middle of a fight with Antonio. What a waste of a good face on such a goodie-goodie-two-shoes. "And he told us to play nice," she grumbled to no one in particular.

Rolling her eyes, Marion stood to the side, grinning like a she-devil at the sight of more blood. Wonder what set him off this time? Rolling her eyes again, Marion stole a drink from a patrien who wasn't paying close enough attention to the world outside of the fight and glared at it, dissatisfied that the man was drinking rum instead of anything useful. Disgusted, she gave it back.
Ms. Sparrow Kyon HolyMacaroons @forgotwhoelsewasaroundorheadedtothebar.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

As the fight went on and "Tony" started to throw glasses at Nicoli, Azalea managed to squeeze herself between the crowd, her smaller frame disappearing in the crowd of people, she deftly slipped through the people until she reached the bar area, she looked for a weapon of some sort laying around, but it seemed everyone was smart enough not to lose sight of their weapon. Instead she found a pile of scrips on the table, most likely to pay for more then a couple drinks. But the bartender was too focused on the fight to see it. Making sure none was looking, Azalea quietly slipped the scrips into the bodice of her dress.

She'd been collections for some time now. Hiding her stash in a barely loose floorboard on the Renasence. She figured if there were ever a planned opportunity to escape, she'd need to currency to do so, to buy a boat and get as far away as possible. She couldn't very well steal from the Renasence, so she'd occasionally...steal a couple times they stopped. Not that she enjoyed it, she didn't like stealing from others, but she couldn't very well walk up to Nicoli she say 'Hey, could I have some scrips for when I escape your miserable, rotten ship and sadistic crew?'

No, she could imagine how that conversation would go.

Generally she wouldn't steal so much, but when Nicoli's fight came to an end, it didn't buy her enough time to run and her far away enough to actually have a chance. She was hoping if the bartender didn't get his coin, perhaps another fight would break out. Azalea watched Nicoli with caution before she glanced at the now barely visible exit amoung the crowd.

HolyMacaroons Kyon
MermaidShireen

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

Sherwood was beside himself. In his mind, there was a large, elaborate fireworks show to signify the fact that someone important was talking to him - in a nice way, at least. After all, Sherwood craves friendship and attention more than anything else - it's who he is. The only reason he keeps Richie, the parrot, around was to keep him company after all. Sure, the fact that his parrot eats the bugs infesting his rations helps, but in truth he just wants friendship from him.

As he sees the smile that Edyth gives him, with the friendly sentence she gives him, Sherwood can't help returning a smile. "Nice to meet you, too! You know, it's nice talking to someone who isn't shouting back orders and insults."

NekoQueen49

 

[boo.]

"Good, you're done." Shit. "I think we're done here." I was really hoping he would would get stabbed. "I think we should head back now." I'm not sure how much longer I can put up with this.

Bard led the way out of the marketplace, walking at a brisk pace. The sooner he could get away from Tyrese, the better. The distance back to the port was small, but something caught Bard's attention much sooner than the sight of his ship. Instead, the sound of a rowdy bar fight was emanating from a nearby pub, implying that two of the occupants had a disputes to settle.

Never one to turn a cheek from violence, Bard poked his head inside the doorframe, expecting the pugnacious two to be drunk, illiterate nobodies, but instead, it was his captain and another stuck-up pirate. He wasn't particularly shocked, but Nicoli had wanted to keep out of trouble. So much for that.

GiantSugarCake

 

[NekoQueen49]

Sherwood was beside himself. In his mind, there was a large, elaborate fireworks show to signify the fact that someone important was talking to him - in a nice way, at least. After all, Sherwood craves friendship and attention more than anything else - it's who he is. The only reason he keeps Richie, the parrot, around was to keep him company after all. Sure, the fact that his parrot eats the bugs infesting his rations helps, but in truth he just wants friendship from him.

As he sees the smile that Edyth gives him, with the friendly sentence she gives him, Sherwood can't help returning a smile. "Nice to meet you, too! You know, it's nice talking to someone who isn't shouting back orders and insults."

NekoQueen49

Edyth laughed lightly at Sherwood's last comment. "I can see why. Well I hope that we get more opportunities like this, yes? But I have things I need to do." She said so but the truth was that she had grown weary of the conversation. Not that you would be able to tell. To anyone else, Edyth look truly apologetic.

It wasn't a lie despite her insincerity. Edyth still wanted to see what Umma had to offer.
The Fabulous Emerald

 

[GiantSugarCake]

His eyes doing a quick once over to on Bard, Tyrese figured that the pirate probably hadn't hurt anyone in the process of buying their ships supplies and that in itself was waste of resource in Tye's eyes, the man had a weapon and he knew how to use it so why pay for goods? Rather than spend time speaking Bard or even have his mind on Bard for any longer than he already had, he shook his blond hair so that it was less in the field of vision of his good eye walked through the port back to the bar, figuring a drink would do him good. As he approached the area though the sound of glass breaking and men calling bets rang in his ears so of course he couldn't turn away at the aspect of someone getting hurt, he could give them surgery. Utilizing the quickness that was from his small frame he ran to the bar and easily squeezed through the tall people that were blocking his view, did he mention how much he was starting to hate tall people?

Deciding against simply stabbing everyone that barricaded his way because though it would be fun, he didn't want to start a mass panic at a bar so eventually he made it through the crowd and his eye widened at the sight that he saw before him. There, standing above the crowd like a bloodied demonic angel was his Captain Nicoli, the mans pants were damaged a bit in the shin area which, though it wasn't detrimental to Nicoli's health, it would give Tye an excuse to call the man to his room later so that he could "inspect the wound." His honey brown eyes had stars in them as he recognized the bloodlust inside of the mans voice, too bad there was whole group of people around and speaking of people. In his peripheral sight he caught the ever trying to run Azalea at the bar stealing cash, his eyes turned to a glare as he stood beside the slave, the one that would be dead faster than any other crew member if he had the chance. Grabbing the female wrist he pulled her to him roughly, "If you want money so badly, go prostitute yourself."

Ms. Sparrow HolyMacaroons MermaidShireen

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea took one step towards the exit when she felt a rough hand harshly grab her wrist and spin her around and she found herself facing the one she most disliked of Nicoli's crew, Tyrese. Azalea's hazel eyes narrowed in an fiery glare as she attempted to yank her wrist free of his grip. At first, she had only assumed Tye disliked her for being a slave. But it didn't take long for Azalea to realize it was painfully obvious he was jealous of her. In all honesty it kind of amused her.

"You know," Azalea said with a smug smirk, "If you want Nicoli you can have him, I certainly don't, " she paused and sucked in a breath, her tone a mocking, childish tone and she gave a fake pout, "But oooh-wait, Nicoli doesn't really seem to want you does he?" She smiled icely "Shame." She said with a shake of her head. Azalea was perfectly aware she was pushing buttons she shouldn't but gads was she tired of being pushed around.

GiantSugarCake

 

[MermaidShireen]

Marion of course saw tye enter the bar and saw the girl was stealing money. Marion didn't really care, let her. Maybe she would even try to find her hiding spot and steal whatever she's found. Then Tye caught her and both the idiots had to open their Mouths. Moving quickly, Marion interjected herself by swooping in and kissing Tye right on the Mouth. "Now, now children. Play nice. Tye, Don't kill the Captain's plaything. You'll have even less of a Chance then."

Stepping away from Tye, Marion turned to Azalea," it's not wise to anger a jealous lover, girl." She grinned smugly, "and be aware than neither of US have had our way with you is because you're the Captain's" sighing, she creepily stroked Azalea's arm. " Let her steal whatever she wants from these drunks. Even if she Steals enough to actually buy something, it's Much harder to escape the Renascenes than she thinks."

GiantSugarCake Ms. Sparrow HolyMacaroons

 

[GiantSugarCake]

As he squeezed tighter onto Azalea's wrist as soon as he saw the smug smirk worm itself on her face, he hoped he left bruises on the she-devils skin, at least that would give him something to relish about. The mocking tone that the women used when talking about his relationship with Nicoli made the blade that hung in his shirt weigh a lot more than it originally did, all he wanted was to slice into her skin and remove a few veins, maybe see how well she can speak without a tongue in her mouth. However, before he could release an even more bitter response or slit her wrists he felt his lips being invaded by another pair of lips so he, by instinct, simply stood and let the interaction happened before she set him free. It was a good distraction from the moment, that's for sure, he hadn't kiss a woman in a while after all, his good eye still glared at Azalea before he let go of her wrist.

Tyrese let out a breath in exasperation before turning to a stranger at the bar who was distracted by the fight and pushing him off the stool he sat on. The man looked up for a moment at Tye but taking from the aggravated aura that surrounded Tye he let it go and the blondie moved onto the wooden stool and crossed his legs. A low whistle played out for the young boy as he ignored it turning back to Marion gave a nod of his head. The Renascenes would be her cage, till she eventually would be set free and at that time he would finally give the final blow. Though, Marion was right, for some reason the slave was important to Nicoli so if he killed her it would be bad for his chances. He'd look over Azalea at this time, just make sure she didn't escape because if he was going to hate her being here she was going to suffer while being here. Tye glanced over to Nicoli, awaiting the end of the battle between him and the enemy ships captain, he reached over and grabbed a loose drink and tipping the smooth whiskey down his throat.



Ms. Sparrow MermaidShireen HolyMacaroons

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea gasped as Tye's grip tightened harshly on her wrist, sending shoots of pain through her arms and making her knees weak, she was certain he would break before a woman of the crew she recognized as Marion stepped in an randomly kissed Tye. Azalea arched an eyebrow in surprise, however his hand didn't waver on her wrist until after the kiss had ended, she breathed a silent sigh of relief, holding Tye's glare with equal hatred as she rubbed her red, throbbing wrist which was sure to bruise later.

Azalea had an expression that said she didn't regret what she said one bit as Marion turned to her, she couldn't help but allow the smallest smirk to play up her lips when she mentioned angering a jealous lover, but the smile quickly faded as Marion mentioned them having their way with her, a topic that made her ill just to think about, Azalea instinctively flinched away from Marions touch with a look of obvious discomfort and disgust. But her last words resonated in her head, cutting sharp jagged letters in her mind.

It's much harder to escape the Renasences then she thinks.

But she didn't say it was impossible.

Azalea smirked wryly to herself, staring thoughtfully at the door and ignoring Tye's staring to make sure she didn't make a run for it. Her opportunity was gone. But that didn't mean there weren't more waiting to be snatched. Azalea drifted off in her own thoughts, thinking about home with her siblings, and her throbbing wrist, her emotions a mixture of discomfort, hope, and of course, anger. She'd get out of here if it's the last thing she did.

MermaidShireen GiantSugarCake HolyMacaroons

 

[Luckz]

Naddie's head popped out from her home, the water glistening her skin as her pale white eyes darted back and forth. Docks, with two great ships. She smiled. Oh how exciting! Pirates! Real pirates!? "Do you reckon their docking for supplies!? They must be, look there's someone carrying surgical equipment oh! And there's food and barrels! And then the other ship! OHHHH stand off!" She garbled excitedly as the naiads pretty features admired the craftmanships of each.

A merman swam up beside her with a shrug, two swords wrapped around his waist. "That's the ship I got these bad boys from Naddie, be careful, but then again I stole them off someone who was drowning so it's all good," his green tail glistened just under the surface as his strong muscles held onto the large rocks that jutted out into the shallow parts of the sea.

Naddie smiled as her best friend joined her. "The other ship looks so pretty too though, your boat is scary and I love it, I'll have a look around on deck! " her body seemingly appeared out of thin air as she climbed upon the rocks and then floated onto the deck using the salt spray and gentle waves.

"Be careful,"

"Aye aye Blu,"

Naddie touched down on the deck and giggled at all the ropes. "Oh look I can pull this," she took hold of a rope that pulled rigging in safely and 'accidentally' untied it. Her pale body, wrapped in white fabric gracefully moved towards the barrels, she undid lids slightly, messed around with the firing thingy ball things and just started being a nuisance. "Oh this is cute," her body danced upon the deck as she laughed delightfully like an angel. Before doing the exact same to the Tynedale, undoing ropes and leaving the deck messy. The naiad then joined her friends side with a small smile. "It slipped," she shrugged and the two laughed.
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The merman heard laughter and rolled his eyes with a smile. He swam away from the rocks below the surface and carefully entered the water betwren the two docking, a child walked by on the deck pointing at him. He waved and brought a single finger to his lips before disappearing below again and round the side of the Tynedale. He had a better view of the dock from here and not to mention Naddie was now by his side.

Now to wait for the crews to come back to an absolutely dirty deck and screwed up supplies and ropes and thingys the two didn't understand much themselves.

For when both crews arrive at their ships.

Appearances:

Spoiler

Blu

Naddie

 

[Lurker]

Captain Corsair was surrounded by his two favorite things. Women and rum. The ladies were laughing at every single joke he told and the alcohol seemed to never stop pouring. He was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life.

Then, tragically, Bart woke up. He still had the bottle of rum from last night in his hand, the other arm over his face. He groaned loudly, trying with all his might to go back to sleep but he just couldn't. His head still felt incredibly hazy from all the drinking he had been doing but it was nothing new. With a shrug the muscled man sat up, turning the bottle upside down over his waiting mouth. When nothing came out he sighed, letting the bottle fall from his calloused hands and roll noisily along the floor. With great effort Bart pushed himself to his feet, stretching and causing a loud pop to be heard from his back.

Once the man was fully awake he made his way to the deck, holding up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. A brief moment of clarity washed over him as he realized he had no idea where the ship was or even where everyone else was. He let his hand fall back to his side, looking around for any signs of Rum. Bart noticed the deck was a complete mess but he was preoccupied. "Only way to fix a hangover is to drink more..." He muttered to himself. He gave the ship a brief once over before realizing if there was any booze left, it was probably gone with everyone else. There were still a few people talking on the ship but he wasn't awake enough yet to actually speak to them.

Bart hobbled off the ship onto dry land, wobbling even worse. A couple people gave him odd looks as they noticed how disoriented he was and what ship he came off of, but he paid them no mind. "'Scuse me...Where's the bar?" The powder monkey asked no one in particular. When no answer came he decided he would have to just find it on his own and so the massive man began hobbling towards the loudest commotion. Whenever there was people yelling, it usually involved alcohol or fighting. Either way, it would serve to wake Bart up.

By some miracle Corsair had managed to make it to the bar without falling over. The throng of people blocking the door annoyed him and he shouted at them to no avail. The man decided to just push past them all, which was pretty easy when you were 6'5 and all muscle. Some would call him a meat head, and that might be true. After a few rude looks were thrown his way he had made it past the bulk of people. His target was finally in sight, the bartender. Bart began pushing past people with renewed vigor, like an alcoholic zombie. He needed the alcohol to get rid of this damned headache. The few people unfortunate enough to be in his way would just get shoved to the side as if he were a bear and they a kitten.

The new obstacle in his way were two girls that looked somewhat familiar. His brain was too tired and dehydrated to make the connection though and he would shove past them rather forcefully. Finally arriving at the counter, Bart fished into his pocket and pulled out a few coins, slamming them onto the table. "Bottle of rum please." The bartender wasn't even paying attention to him. He seemed to be watching a fight or something. So Corsair did the only reasonable thing in that situation. He climbed over the counter and grabbed two bottles for himself, putting the coins he had put on the counter in their place. It wasn't enough, sure, but it was something.

With alcohol finally acquired, the hulk of a man collapsed into a chair, uncorking one of the bottles and nearly downing half of it in one gulp. The liquid instantly made him feel better and his mind started clearing. He realized all the commotion had been caused by a fight. The fight was in fact between the captain of his own ship and someone else who he didn't know. He briefly, very briefly, wondered if he should join in but dismissed the idea. Less time to drink if he did that. He noticed another crew member was in the seat beside him. Bart turned towards him, tilting his head in the direction of the captain. "Should we do something about this?"

Talking to : GiantSugarCake
Shoved : MermaidShireen , Ms. Sparrow

 

[GiantSugarCake]

The sensation of warmth bubbling inside of Tye's chest as he downed another shot from a distracted patron allowed a few of the angriest thoughts inside of his dismiss themselves, he wasn't drunk thank goodness but he was a bit tipsy which made him a bit looser. As the flavored liquid ran down his throat he felt some slip past his lips which he quickly wiped it off looking to the side for a moment to notice that he had caught the attention of what looked like a typical prostitute, or maybe she was a normal girl? Who knows, he didn't care. A smirk made itself onto his face as he took another drink and the female made her way towards him, he had said it had been a while since he'd kissed a girl after all minus the distraction kiss from Marion so why not do it? The women smiled sweetly at Tyrese despite the fighting that occurred around them, leaning to him and playfully taking his hat and putting it on her head.

A chuckle escaped his mouth as his fingers reached and played with the large breasted women's black curly locks, he smiled at her before he uncrossed his legs and delivered a swift kick to her stomach. The woman let out a crying gasp, tears filling her eyes while he watched sadistically, truely he did find her attractive and probably would have slept with her but he liked when girls liked pain, which apparently she did not. Still huffing and puffing, tears rolled down her pale skin and Tye brushed it off though the sound was becoming annoying, grabbing his hat from her head her pulled her hair so that she was closer to him. " What a boring girl, I can get more from my crew mates than I can from you," the women rose her hand to slap him but he just pushed her aside and returned to watch his captain. Tyrese stretched his legs out, being tipsy made him a bit more expressive than normally, it felt good but also made him way sexual and rude, so more fun.

As he had turned his body and reached across the bar to the liquor he felt the presence of another person from the crew come along beside him. Not bothering with introductions he stayed there with his elbows on the bar before he managed to grasp the cool bottles surface and brought it back to him, resuming his previous position and crossing his legs. The crew mate, who he now recognized as their Powder Monkey, did the same but with rum and Tye rolled his one good eye when he saw the coins on the counter remembering the ones that he took from Bard that were still in his pocket. What was with these people and paying? Listening to the guys words Tyrese could gather that the obviously older male had just awoken for the drank and leaning toward his he moved his short blond hair from his eye sight, fixing his hat. " I recommend staying out of the captains business, if he needs us he'll call us and I'll be there to treat his wounds~" Okay maybe he had a bit more to drink as he licked his lips and adjusted his hat correctly, he probably shouldn't get drunk now but whatever happens happens.



Lurker

 

[TenshuZninja]

Kalgura had been hanging loosely from the shroud (the netting to climb up the masts) when Antonio had given the order to bring in the sails for anchoring at Umma's port. She had immediately began her ascent to do just that ignoring the other members on board. As she finished the last on the foremast she happened to see a small commotion down below between her captain and another ships captain. From her vantage point she could read the name on the other ship.
The Renascence
She wondered if their was bad blood between the two when something about that struck her memory she couldn't quite place it. She filed that feeling of recognition to the back of her mind until she finished her job. She had worked her way from the bottom up so when she threw herself down from the top of the mast; her leather gloves finding a nice grip on a rat line straight to the ships bowsprit it irked her to find the ship in total disarray. Years of being used as a Cabin Boy hadn't worn off so she began placing everything back in it's rightful place including the rigging that she was quite confident she had secured earlier before she left the boat in favor for a bottle of smooth rum.

Upon entering the rowdy bar she saw the crowds to one end and a nearly empty bar on the other she walked away from the side with commotion not bothering to stick her head where it didn't really belong. She had after all only come to get some booze for herself and head back to the ship for a relaxing time up in the crows nest she might chat with the Maxwell the Navigator but then again maybe not. She was pretty sure he had left to pick up a few things anyway. There were few people near the actual bar, a thin boned red headed woman with dark eyes. A muscled man with dark hair who nursed a bottle of rum like it was his beloved child; A blonde headed boy with one eye covered by an eye patch that despite looking very much like a child she highly doubted he was. And then much like a sudden pour of cold water to her face she was looking at someone she thought she would never see again.

Forget the booze and all the other patrons around her, there was her only friend from years ago Azalea. Kalgura's face lit up into a beautiful smile that was all the more so for its rarity and her meek persona and tendency to be closed off to others. She rushed to Azalea and swept her up in a bear hug so fierce she wondered if she hurt the petite girl who was a year older than she. As the thought crossed her mind she stepped back away. She looked away shyly wondering if the the woman even remembered her from before. She did look very different after all. No longer wearing rags and the ever somber look of awaiting death not to mention after being found and accepted as a crew member for the Tynedale she'd stopped looking so bony. She awkwardly picked at the hem of her tunic as she looked back at the female still with that smile.

"Azalea It's really you right? Do you perhaps remember me? I know it was a long time ago; almost two years. And I realize I look very different from before the last time we saw each other," She stammered and stuttered and worst of all she couldn't seem to stop the words from nervously rolling off her tongue. In an attempt to shut herself up after the last question she bit her lip as she waited for response.

Ms. Sparrow