On the High Seas - IC

[TearsoftheWorld]

Alicia let her fingers lightly play with the sparkling green pendant that hung loosely around her neck as she sat on a stool in some random tavern. It had only been a few hours since her ship The Blood Lust docked and she had already gotten into three fights. Naturally Alicia won out on all three, and she decided to celebrate her arrival by stopping in for a quick drink (using the money she won from her fights to pay for it, of course).

"What'dya want?" a coarse voice asked her as she 'patiently' waited to be served. Her violet eyes looked up and connected with the dull gray ones of the bartender. He was overweight and smelled of fish, and inside her head Alicia so desperately wanted to tell him to take a shower before giving her any sort of drink. But seeing as how she was such a polite lady, Alicia decided to be nice to the poor bastard. From where she was sitting, and how she was sitting, she knew that he had to have gotten a good look at her body.

"I'll uh..." she started off, "I'll have some ale. Please?" she asked kindly, making sure to be sappy for the bartender in the hopes he would give her a break on the price. In addition to asking so nicely, Alicia made sure he got a really good view of her body. Placing her head in the palm of her hand while her elbow propped herself up, the bartender raised an eyebrow before turning his bulky body away from her and began to fill up a mug.

"Thanks." she said with a smug smile, her hands wrapping around the container. Alicia figured she was in the clear with a free drink, but was sorely disappointed when she heard him cough and stare at her.

"It aint free, y'know?" the bartender stated, his palm outstretched at her. Alicia frowned.

"Aww come on. That's no way to treat a lady." she complained, but the sweaty male in front of her simply moved his fingers in a manner that read 'pay up'.

"Fine." she grumbled, reaching at her side for a small pouch that held a small sum of coins. Her fingers reached into the bag and she quickly deposited the amount into his waiting hand. As he turned away to wait on another customer Alicia brought the mug to her lips.

"Go pay for a shower, you oaf" she muttered under her breath before taking a swig. After she set the container down, her eyes darted back and forth around her, looking to see what kind of folk had accumulated in the tavern. For the most part they were fat and rugged looking men, the kind that would kill for a shower if they could. Trinidad was supposed to be a tropical paradise... instead she was greeted with this disgusting bucket of humans. 'Oh well' she thought to herself, taking another swig.

 

[NiteCrowe]

Wild smelt the place before he entered it, and it was a smell that reminded him of two things.

Fish and Beer.

Entering the bar, he noticed that he got the usual looks that people got when they entered such places and he happily ignored them, as he made his way to the bar, where he sat 3 seats away from a young lady.

He nodded a greeting to the lady, then turned his attention to the large overweight fish smelling oaf that could only be the bartender.

He asked for an ale and downed it and asked for another, and when it arrived, rather than drinking it, he stared down at it, thinking, wondering.

Usually he would have checked the girl sat near him out, but he was in no mood for such things, having just run into a few old crewmates from his old ship who were carrying a grudge.

Though, he had to admit, now they didn't have any grudges to carry, hell they didn't even have heads.

He downed the ale, and nodded to the barman for another.

He had never been so glad for his weapons, and as he felt the several concealed weapons he kept hidden on his body as well as his sword, he felt himself slightly at ease.

Though of course, that could have simply being the beer.

 

[Elengil]

Jelisa was busy replenishing the stocks of herbs that she needed as ships Healer when she was roughly grabbed from behind. All she did was pull out the dagger on her hip, and thrust backwards, and the battle was over. "What the hell???" The man slumped as the fire raced through his veins. She was glad she had brought her "fire" dagger with her, it was coated with a fast acting toxin that caused the victim to feel as if their very skin was ablaze.

"You demon you!" She chided him, "Thats not a way to act around a lady I'm afraid..." and continued on her way. He would survive, but would go through quite a bit of pain for the next 10-20 minutes, far long enough for her to be far away.

She was glad she had joined up with Alicia, as she was a fair captain, and the crew was respectful of her talents, doubly so after she had shown just how much pain she could put them into if she wished. The bastard had caught her below decks, and had thought a rough hand over her mouth would suffice to keep her quiet while he had his way with her. He had spent the next 5 minutes hallucinating that his skin was melting off, thanks to the dagger Alicia had given her.

She had saved the crew much pain and problems over the last 6 months, with her keen knowledge of herbs and venoms, taught to her by her mother before she had died almost 3 years ago. She had gone from simple child, to apprentice, to adept, to master, to runaway, to valued healer, to coveted trophy, to runaway again, and finally ended as a valued healer on a pirate ship no less.

They had stopped here after a battle with what turned out to be a slave ship. Alicia HATED slavery, as she had almost been impressed into another form of slavery, an arranged marriage. They had killed all but a few of the crew, who had protested, even under her drugs, that they had been forced into this life, and weren't even allowed off ship when it landed.

Both ships had been damaged in the fight, so they had set course for the nearest "friendly" land. Alicia had managed to sell off the ship, and had split most of the profits between the slaves who had lived. The crew had protested, but one look in Alicia's eyes, and they gave it up. Jelisa had been given a good bit of money with which to restock, as bringing the remaining slaves back to health had stripped their stores considerably. She was already mostly done, and was busy acquiring a few "less needed" herbs, that would make their time at sea considerably more pleasant.

She was quite looking forward to meeting up with Alicia at the tavern she had mentioned. They had a few days here as they worked to repair the ship, days with which Jelisa hoped to explore the island a bit, with Alicia at her side.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Nyahhh...Bashephem."

Charlie stared blankly at the dock before her, her arms folded as she slowly gave a frown. There had been a ship here, she knew that. All she had done was wander the shops to pick up some more rope and a new set of knives in preperation for the crew's unboarding from this very ship....

And the bastards up and left. Well, how fair was that?

Now she was upset. And when she was upset, she got thirsty.. Which meant a looong trip to the tavern. Most people would figure she had already taken a few trips there from her misplaced swagger and lack of vocal skills at the moment, while in all truths this was actually a very sober Charlie wandering the main walkways. Not that it was by choice, of course. Not many taverns were willing to let a gal drink for free, especially a gal that insisted on using a dagger to accentuate her speeches.

Wandering her way into one of the taverns, she inched to the main bar and pointed a leatherwrapped hand towards one of the bottles on the wall. "Wyntcha gimme datder...," she growled out, scowling again as the barkeep gave her a confused look. "Damn Rum. Give." Her voice was definitely clearer that time, her light eyes becoming increasingly darker. She really did hate to repeat herself. Didn't people know how to listen anymore?!

 

[dragonrazor]

The man calling himself Akatsuki had busied himself with geetting supplies for Alicia's ship, or rather, supplies of a different nature compared to the ones the healer went to get. He restocked the munitions, such as cannonballs and shot, and even got metal blanks to make anything they might need along the way. The supply of oil and wood for the small, makieshift forge onboard, as well as the lamps, was also a must. Then he worried about small things, like needles and thread, for repairs to the various fabrics on the ship. Once he felt everything was in place, he headed off after the captain. He caught up with her after she'd sat down in the tavern.

He strode up to her, and bowed his head slightly. "Ma'am, I've taken care of the remainder of the supplies. I've not seen our healer yet, but I assume she's taken care of her list. It occurred to me that we might wish to take one of the uninhabited islands as a base of operations. It would be easier to keep the ship safe, and would also cut down on the amount of things we require coin for."

 

[DrStein]

Alejandro swaggered through the docks, carefully looking out for this so-called Blood Lust. Coral Anchorage was one of the few neutral ports left where pirates could safely dock, but even then they didn't stop by often it seemed. He raked a hand back through his main of curls and replaced his hat on his head as he spotted a ship that matched the description he was given.

He took a moment to look it over. The last decade had given him a working knowledge of all things nautical, and he knew a damn fine ship when he saw one. He smiled as he imagined how fast this thing could move on the open sea, and his mind was soon filled with thoughts of all the gold and mayhem that would come with it.

He spotted a figure moving about the deck and took off his hat to wave it and get their attention. "Hello up there!" he called out in a thick Spanish accent. "Allow me to introduce myself. Alejandro Domingo Cervantes Villarreal." He folded himself into a deep bow before righting himself and replacing his hat.

"I do no suppose you could answer a question for me, yes?"

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Alicia had finished roughly half of her ale when someone had taken up a seat not too far from where she was. He didn't have the rough looks of a sailor, but she could tell that he wasn't exactly a nobleman, either. He sure had the thirst like a sailor, though, and drank down ale in the span of a few moments while it took her a good while to finish just the one.

'Great. He'll be piss drunk in like ten minutes.' she thought to herself, taking a swig of her own alcohol. It was the same thing no matter where she went: there had to be at least one person at the bar who thought he could hold his liquor... probably to impress her. Her eyes lazily moved away from him and fell upon this other drunkard to came bargin in. The only difference this time was that the drunkard was female. Well... she looked drunk anyways.

Setting her mug down, Alicia looked at the woman with keen interest. Then her eyes shifted to the bartender as he looked at her stupified.

'Come on, you big oaf. Can't you see she wants a drink?' she thought to herself. If the sloth moved any slower, Alicia was positive this girl would ram a knife through his chest.

"Ma'am, I've taken care of the remainder of the supplies. I've not seen our healer yet, but I assume she's taken care of her list. It occurred to me that we might wish to take one of the uninhabited islands as a base of operations. It would be easier to keep the ship safe, and would also cut down on the amount of things we require coin for."

"Hrmm?" she hummed outloud, turning her attention as one of her crew approached her. It was Akatsuki, and he had bowed his head.

"My only base of operation is on the water. But I'll consider that thought." she said, turning around on her stool to face him, crossing her legs in the process.

 

[NiteCrowe]

Wild finished his third drink and rose, having decided that he didn't wqant to leave the place drunk out of his mind.

He smiled as a young girl walked in, and then nodded to the others n way of saying good bye and left the tavern.

The streets were dark, but then he heard an oh so familiar voice.

'Hello Edward m'boy.'

Bloody Bill and several others from the old crew surrounded him.

Wild didn't give them time to think, as he sent Bill flying through the tavern window.

The others began to approach him swords raised, and as Matt drew his own sword he was once again glad for the lack of guns that had been present for the crew.

He let the light glint of the sword as he heard Bill rise inside the tavern and yelled to his crew. 'Get him ye fools.'

And they did.

And Wild fought back, 'Now six to one is hardly fair, so hows about i make it fairer and put an arm behind my back.'

The fight was on.

 

[dragonrazor]

Akatsuki simply bowed his head, and was about to sit down, when the noise from outside erupted into a fight with the hurling of a man through the window. He looked at his captain, then shrugged. He turned around, leaning against the bar itself, and watched the brawl. He could step in, of course. But not yet. Not until she gave the order. He folded his arms across his chest, putting one foot up against the front of the counter.

 

[Elengil]

Jelisa reported back to The Blood Lust and noticed there was someone on the docks, trying to catch the attention of people on board. She decided to store the purchases first, talk later, as she had quite a bit with her. She noticed that he watched her board the ship, wondering just why a woman was allowed on a grand ship such as this. She quickly stored the herbs, as well as a new venom she had acquired and was anxious to test out.

She walked out, noticing that the man was still there, and still yelling at the crew. How rude!

She walked right past him and noticed that he followed her now...

If he saw her as an easy mark, he was wrong, if he wanted to talk with the captain, she could care less, all she cared about was getting to that tavern, before dark.

 

[Katamari Roller]

In one of the tavern's corners, there sat an enormous pile of papers, ink bottles, quills. Books about navigation stood on their edges, covering the person working there, and two small cups of coffee still full waited patiently to be consumed by whoever was working there.

Marie yawned loudly, stretching her arms behind her head and high up in the air. She had been working on these maps for two hours, and they still weren't quite complete. And what was worse, she had to let others measure distances for her, but the merchants' guild paid well for these things and, what was one to do? Lose a nice sum because of a few mistakes? It wasn't like there was a perfect map in the world. Most so-called cartography experts were mostly armchair explorers who had never left their homes, much less true sailors. It was the unknown geniuses (like her, she might add) that really had the ships running without tripping on a coral reef.

Marie knocked one of the books over, and reached for her coffee. It was murderous to work like this, one marathon in the night, and another in the morning. But these things would be finished soon. A map that encompassed all of Trinidad, both land and sea, including currents and what-not...

"Oi there, pretty doll!"

Marie looked up over her pile of work at the ugly, smelly man in front of her. She sipped some of her coffee, thinking that perhaps her senses were a bit dulled and that was why he looked so damn ugly. But no, the guy was, as a matter of fact, pretty unattractive. He grinned smugly at her with what teeth he still had left, and with his huge arms crossed in a posture of confidence. He was fatter than a barrel of tar.

Marie knew what he was after. All of them were always after a pretty thing, or after some big 'pillows'. And Marie had both of the latter in great measure, the pretty thing was in the eye of the beholder.

"I'm working here, mister, in case you did not notice. So, as they say, go get..."

The brute grabbed her wrist, pulling roughly. But that wrist belonged to her hand that still held her coffee, and some of it splashed out onto the map she'd been working on. To say she was displeased with this would be an understatement.

"Oh, come on, dolly! I's just... woah!"

A man was sent flying through a window close by. The window broke, splintered, its glass breaking down into hundreds of shards. On the good side of things, though, were two things. First, the tavern was now better ventilated. Second, the obscenely fat brute was momentarily distracted.

Now, Marie wasn't a particularly violent woman. Not, at least, according to her. But it was reasonable that she got angry over God knew how many hours of work wasted. Therefore, taking all facts into consideration, her gloved fist connecting with the huge, ugly man's chin was not quite unexpected or strange. He fell onto his back, yelping in surprise and not much in pain. But Marie, jumping over the table, had every intention to fix that last part.

"Fil de putain!"

That curse was followed by some more colourful French swearing as Marie snarled like a rabid dog at the fat man. She drove her boot's heel again and again down onto the man's face, putting all her anger and weight into it. Why did she have to deal with this bullshit? Just because her breasts were huge and she had nice hips? Didn't men ever learn to treat women respectfully? Well, this one was going to learn his lesson, she mused as her boot put the point across like a jackhammer on the man's face, then belly, then genitals. And boy, did Marie put special emphasis on that last part...

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Alicia had her attention set on the crowd that had gathered at the tavern, the name of which escaped her for the present moment. At first everything was calm, or relatively calm considering that there were at least 1 or two fights going on at any given point of time.

"Well, at least it's quiet." she said to her shipmate as he stood next to her.

As Alicia reached behind her for her mug, her ears suddenly perked up as someone came crashing through a window. She turned around and brought the container to her lips, her eyes looking off to see what the commotion was about.

'Get him ye fools.' a particular brutish looking man called out as he stood onto his feet. Alicia figured that he had been the poor bastard to have been tossed through the glass. Akatsuki looked at her with a calm nod, but she knew he wouldn't toss himself into a fight unless absolutely needed, or unless she said so (whichever came first). Alicia simply grinned. There was no need to get involved in a tussle, but it was amusing to watch.

"Fil de putain!" a female voice spat out from the corner of the tavern. Alicia turned her head over her shoulders and saw a rather well-endowed woman leaning over the body of another pudgy male. What was it with these guys? Couldn't they control their sexual desires for like one night, if possible? But the girl didn't just stop at cursing... she kept beating the living crap out of him. She watched her with more than keen interest, a smile on her face. Nudging Akatsuki as he stood next to her, she alerted him to the second fight that had broken out. She wasn't telling him to go fight, just wanted to let him see the fight.

"This is why you don't grab a girl if you don't got a good reason. But you already knew that, right?" she asked him teasingly. She couldn't help but chuckle as the woman drove her heel down into the mans groin.

"Eww... that's gotta hurt." she said, bringing her mug up to her lips.

Alicia thought about whether or not to become involved with this tussle. Naturally as these fights broke out people either went screaming, watched with curious intent, or joined into the fray. Unfortunately for her, someone made that decision for her. Taking her large mug, Alicia brought it down on the head of a man that had lunged at her in the confusion. The container simply broke into a dozen pieces and the poor sap fell down unconscious. The end result? Alicia didn't have a drink anymore.

"Why don't you go help whomever's outside. I'm going this way. Oh, if anyones dead might as well take their money purse if it hasn't been looted yet." she said to Akatsuki as he still stood next to her, nodding her head over at the women who was still beating the daylights out of that one poor oaf. As much as that man deserved what he got, there was a point at when one should at least cease their attacks... especially when they're unconscious.

"I think he got the point." she said to the woman with sandy blond hair. Alicia kneeled down and let her hands roam over the big guys pants, searching for a money purse or a weapon. She found neither.

"Damn. Oh well." she said with a shrug, standing to her feet. Placing both hands on her hips, Alicia smiled.

"I don't need to ask what his problem was, but you handled yourself really well. Care for a drink? Some poor ass already ruined mine." Alicia said, nodding in the direction of the oaf that was lying on the floor, pieces of a ceramic mug lying scattered around him.

 

[dragonrazor]

Akatsuki followed his captain's gaze, and grinned. The poor guy really should have known better, given that a demure, easy mark of a lady wouldn't be caught dead in a tavern, let alone one of such ill repute as this. Then he winced sympathetically as the woman slammed her foot down repeatedly on the guy's genitalia. That guy probably wouldn't be having kids...ever.... Which was just as well, since a guy like that shouldn't be allowed to enter the gene pool anyways. He shook his head, then turned away, just in time to see Alicia drop her mug of ale onto a guy's head. "I take it we're brawling now?" He grinned at her words, and bowed his head again. Then he walked over to the larger brawl outside, grabbing the burly bug of a male captain by the scraggly beard and dragging him over to the window, before tossing him outside.

"Kindly keep the trash out of this establishment, please." Then he jumped over, landing on top of the man, his feet hitting the head of the unfortunately man and knocking him cold. Then he stretched, and looked deadly serious at the men fighting. "So. What's it going to be. Crossing blades, or royal beatings?" His hand dropped to the Eastern blade sheathed in his belt, sticking out just far enough that he could draw it free with little trouble. He loosed it in its scabbard slightly, in case he needed it.

 

[Dynosius]

Trinidad, the lush paradise of the Caribbean with its white sandy beaches and beautiful green jungles. Grandfather always told so vividly about Trinidad, its port, its taverns. The ships that docked and sailed out, the colorful inhabitants whom lived their lives in an almost eternal sun shine. Yes, Trinidad, nothing short of paradise.

Indeed to his left ships, and indeed to his right taverns. His grandfather was right about that. But what he neglected to tell, Thorsten soon found out. Trinidad was not paradise, the sandy beaches were nothing more than wooden planks worked over the dark and wet sand under the port. The colorful inhabitants were full of colors, no doubt about it. As long as those colors were red, black, blue.

Thorsten sighed. He sighed deeply, as if he could blow this whole facade away. All that his grandfather had told was not real. Trinidad and Coral Anchorage. Two names the Danish traveler would never forget. The place where Thorsten got lost, found himself broke, and was splashed dirty by all the dockworkers. His once white tunic was now a smudgy gray. Ashamed, that was how he felt. It was a tunic that his mother had made, for this special occasion.

Yes, Thorsten Hundgren would be the first person from Jardgrudfjord to sail across the Seven Seas. He could be certain of his place in history and in the tales of Jardgrudfjord. That was his childhood dream, to become famous and learn about the world. Still young, Thorsten was sure he was able to achieve anything if he wanted it.

Well... No, he was not able to achieve everything he wanted. Thorsten scolded at himself for that. He was helpless in this port. Up until now he had taken random ships to random ports and havens. All of which were respected and clean, held in control by the Royal Navy. But this... This port was a disgrace. And so was he...

Thorsten took a deep breath, releasing it in a worried and heavy sigh. Moping around would not solve his problem. Action! Up and at them, ask for information, ask for a job, do something, anything but sitting here on this barrel of... Of something. "Black Powder" they called it, and they were very careful with it. Thorsten did not understand the words, but hey, what could go wrong?

He got off the barrel and undertook action. Yes, action. That was good. He did see many of the men and women around here enter a tavern. But every time he wanted to enter one Thorsten just could not. Either too scared, or just plain simple unable to speak or understand a word they spook. Now, he could speak a few words in their language, but... Well, not much.

And there he went. Thorsten Hundgren, a Danish traveler from the village of Jardgrudfjord into the nearest tavern he saw. He was so blissfully unaware of what happened inside that establishment. Thorsten stood a little bit helpless in near the door. "Hallo, kunne nogen hjælp mig?"

Before Thorsten question could be answer, he heard a brawling sound behind him that caught his attention.

As he turned to look a fist came out of the blue. At least, that was the general picture Thorsten had when he went out. He fell to the floor, knocked down by a vicious punch probably not intended for him.

 

[NiteCrowe]

Wild was enjoying his fight.

So far they were attacking in two's rather than one at a time (he hated it when they attacked one at a time, as it made it too easy), which he felt was a small challenge but still easy enough, he glanced inside the bar and saw others fighting inside.

Then he slid his sword into the chest of his former ship's cook who had tried to attack him with a rather rusty looking knife.

Two down, eight to go.

No problem.

 

[DrStein]

Alejandro was a little confused at first. It was a rare ship that allowed a woman anywhere near it, nevermind on deck. Clearly, she knew something about this ship and since none of the crew were prepared to give him the time of day, this seemed as good a lead as any. If nothing else, she was certainly more pleasant to watch than the majority of sea salts wandering the docks.

He followed her for a few minutes, realizing she was most aware of his presence but not paying any attention to him. And if it's one thing that gnawed on Alejandro's Spanish pride, it was being ignored.

He jogged a little to catch up with the young lady and walked beside. "Excuse me young lady, 's important. I am looking for the captain of The Blood Lust. My name is Alejandro Domingo Cervantes Villarreal."

 

[Katamari Roller]

"I think he got the point."

Marie looked up to see a tanned, blonde woman standing right beside her 'prey', before quickly crouching to look through the guy's possessions. Marie thought about how tough this woman had to be. Marie herself wouldn't even touch this filth without anything covering her skin.

"Well, you never know..."

"I don't need to ask what his problem was, but you handled yourself really well. Care for a drink? Some poor ass already ruined mine."

Marie shrugged, and took her foot off the unconscious barrel-man's crotch. She was tempted to give him a goodbye kick, but Marie didn't want to kill him. Too much.

"A drink... ah, tres bien."

Marie smiled at her new acquaintance. And sparing a glance back at her map, she noticed that the coffee stain was not too bad. Most of it had fallen on a tiny spot of table that was between the maps. She turned back to the woman.

"So, who do I have the pleasure of talking to...?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Charlie gave a smirk as the other woman gave a bit more of a translation of her request, jutting her thumb towards the woman with a nod. "Yessir, galwantin' a drinko'er here.. Leastshe gettindat."

Happily lowering her head against the bar as her drink arrived, she couldn't help but let her ears perk to the sounds of a brawl beginning. Ahhh, wonderful music. Part of her wanted to get up and join in on the fun- but dammit,she had just gotten this drink and there was no way she was leaving it behind!

 

[Elengil]

Jelisa turned as the man caught up with her, she listened to what he had to say "You don't say... I'm going to The Broken Fist tavern to meet her as we speak. Feel free to follow."

She turned on her heels and continued, hand on her hip dagger just the same.

As she approached, she noticed a brawl going on outside, blocking the door. This wouldn't do...

She slipped out a few of the smaller knives and tossed them at the two who were blocking the door. They went down quickly, screaming in "pain." It was illusionary of course, and they would be fine in a while, but the door was now clear. She quickly moved inside, and noticed the man following her barely made it in before the door was once again blocked, this time by a man who had tripped over one of the screaming men.

As she made her way to the bar, she saw Alicia with another woman, that was interesting. "Alicia, add a rum to that if you please." And proceeded to sit down on the seat next to Alicia, after pushing the sleeping drunk from the seat. Men really were stupid at times. "Who's your friend anyway?" Jelisa said once the drinks arrived.

 

[DrStein]

Alejandro made note of the young woman's hand on the dagger. He had known enough women and seen enough fighters to know better than to cross her. Women were dangerous enough as it was, but when they had skill with a blade...

He kept quiet for the time being until they came to the tavern. When the girl so quickly dispatched the two brawling drunks, Alejandro's jaw dropped. "Madre de dios..." he whispered. He slipped in quietly, almost missing his chance to get in as his eyes had a hard time leaving the writhing, screaming mass of agony he had just stepped over.

He shook his head to clear it and followed after the nubile assassin, bringing him to two other women, one of whom was addressed as Alicia.

Alejandro cleared his throat to draw the attention of the Alicia woman and removed his hat with a bow. "Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Alejandro Domingo Cervantes Villarreal. I am looking for the captain of The Blood Lust. I was told I could find him here."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"A drink... ah, tres bien."

Alicia smiled when she heard the woman finally talk. She was French... a little bit of a surprise for the area. Most of the inhabitants were either from Spain or England.

"So, who do I have the pleasure of talking to...?"

"My names Alicia. My ship just docked in the harbor not too long ago. Figured I'd stop in for a drink, you know?" Alicia responded as they moved away from that particular spot of the tavern. They approached the bar again, and she was about to order a drink when she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

"Alicia, add a rum to that if you please." Her eyes turned and looked at Jelisa as she sat down. Guess she was all set with the supplies.

"As long as you don't mind payin." Alicia said with a smile. "And this is uh... actually I didn't get your name." she said thoughtfully, turning her attention to the French woman. Alicia turned her glance aside as another drink was handed to her. The mug was a bit cleaner than the last one, the bartender obviously noting what happened to everyone else that they came across. Best not piss of a woman if she can beat the crap out of ya. Alicia was waiting for a response when her attention was torn away from the current crowd, and fell onto a man that had approached them. This place was surely busy at this time of the night!

"Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Alejandro Domingo Cervantes Villarreal. I am looking for the captain of The Blood Lust. I was told I could find him here."

Alicia set the mug down, smiling as the man took a bow like a true gentleman. He had a heavy Spanish accent, but she didn't find that too out of the ordinary. It was more expected than say a French accent.

"The captain? Yeah I'm sure he's around here somewhere. Why don't you take a seat and we'll wait for him." Alicia responded, bringing the mug to her lips and taking a swig.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Marie grinned, snatching up her mug of ale and drinking some with a quite theatrical gesture. Then, crossing her arms on her chest (no small feat), she looked into Alicia's eyes.

"Marie de l'Argent. Navigator, cartographer... if you want a ship to get somewhere, I can do that pretty well, even if it is not something humble to say... not that I care."

Marie rose her mug to Alicia, winked, and drank some more. Although her eyes were centered on Alicia, she had noticed the new influx of generally weird people coming in. Like the Danish boy, the drunkard, and the girl with the green eyes. And surrounded by all these people, Marie started to get a feeling...

 

[DrStein]

Something about her tone of voice was suspicious. As if there were some sort of joke she was enjoying. Having seen what her friend was capable of, Alejandro was a little wary of whether or not he should accept the offer. Still... if they could get him onto the Blood Lust, best to humor them for now.

He made note of the French girl's introduction. As he expected, humility was certainly not her strong suit.

He adjusted his belt to get some comfort from the two daggers at his hips, and sat at the bar. "If I may ask, to whom am I speaking? If I am to join the crew, I would like to at least know some of them before we set sail."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"Marie de l'Argent. Navigator, cartographer... if you want a ship to get somewhere, I can do that pretty well, even if it is not something humble to say... not that I care."

"Navigator? Is that a fact. Could use me on of those." Alicia thought, taking a swig of her alcoholic beverage. As much as she drank, it was still hard to get used to the ale around here.

"You're not lookin for a job, are ya?" she asked Marie.

"Could net ya a pretty decent wage, if you'd have it." she added before looking over at the Spanish fellow who sat with them.

"If I may ask, to whom am I speaking? If I am to join the crew, I would like to at least know some of them before we set sail."

"No need to be so formal, least not around me. My names Alicia, this here's Jelisa and Marie over here. That's my ship, docked outside by the port. Needed a few supplies but I expect to be out again sometime soon." she added before taking another drink.

 

[dragonrazor]

Akatsuki finished off the few who were left standing, only having to draw his blade when one fool made the mistake of taking aim with a musket from close range. The tempered Eastern steel blade passed through the barrel of the musket with ease, ending with the blade pressed against the man's throat. Finally getting the picture, the man dropped the musket and promptly fainted. "Well, that's no fun." He sheathed the blade slowly, and turned to look at the man who had been the focus of the brawl. "Not bad. The captain could probably teach you quite a bit though. That left hook was a little slow, for instance. If you want, you can talk to her." He bowed slightly, and then turned and reentered the tavern, bypassing the mess at the door, clearly the handiwork of the healer, and going back in through the broken front window. He straightened himself up, and then walked back to the captain, bowing again, then doing so as he greeted the other three gathered around.

"You're late, Healer." He teased, sitting down and adjusting the blade sheathed in his belt. He ordered a flagon of mead from the barkeep, preferring the sweet honey beverage to the alcohol-laden ale the captain drank.