St. Nicholas Cage
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Bella watched the young dark haired man and the young barmaid exchanging words. She had heard him mention looking for a crew as he looked around the room before hand. This might be my ticket out of this place. Though she didn't immediately interrupt them, instead leaning against the bar allowing herself to follow their words until she was sure he was actually looking for a crew.
She half sat half stood against the bar stool bottle raised to her lips. The brown liquid in the bottle burned as it traveled down her throat, several gulps emptying a large portion of the bottle. She turned towards the man with the black hair, let's see just what this lad is offering.
She stood turning swiftly towards the black haired man nudging him in the shoulder with the bottle, "Aye lad, I over heard you yapping about needing a crew. Just so happens I have some experience working the guns. Luck's the name and ain't a finer gunner around, I can guarantee that. Though you seem mighty young for a captain, albeit most wouldn't think me capable of working the guns aboard a ship." She said a lovely white smile crossing her lips as she waved her hands dismissively, the brown liquid inside of the bottle sloshing around flinging a few droplets off in several directions.
She half sat half stood against the bar stool bottle raised to her lips. The brown liquid in the bottle burned as it traveled down her throat, several gulps emptying a large portion of the bottle. She turned towards the man with the black hair, let's see just what this lad is offering.
She stood turning swiftly towards the black haired man nudging him in the shoulder with the bottle, "Aye lad, I over heard you yapping about needing a crew. Just so happens I have some experience working the guns. Luck's the name and ain't a finer gunner around, I can guarantee that. Though you seem mighty young for a captain, albeit most wouldn't think me capable of working the guns aboard a ship." She said a lovely white smile crossing her lips as she waved her hands dismissively, the brown liquid inside of the bottle sloshing around flinging a few droplets off in several directions.