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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 20:46:59 GMT -5
"So lads! As I was tellin' ye ealie', that lass was all ove' me ya kno'? I told 'er ta come meet me at t'e dock's ta sho' 'er a jolly time ya kno'?" *Ceasar said, gulping down his large mug of ale. He looked around the smoke filled tavern, watching the off duty guards and sailors that had come to spend their free day, to tell their everyday tales, and the more interesting tales....of sea monsters and sea battles they saw or heard of. Gossip, was often heard here, rumours even more common. Mix it all with beer and wine, and it was a whole lot of fun.* "So what did you do the lass?" A random sailor said. "Wha' do ya think? Wha' any sensible man woul' do! She was uglier then t'e kraken itself! I ran for mi life!" A loud laughter filled the tavern, as Ceasar giggled and drank for his large mug of beer.
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Post by Kiri on Aug 31, 2009 20:57:23 GMT -5
Enouska pushed the door to the tavern open; the long white Captain coat button together. The sheath to her sabre peeked out from the bottom of her coat. her long orange-hair was held in place by her bandanna. She had heard what the sailor had said. "My... what a very.. courage thing to do, sailor." She called out, slowly clapping her hands together. "But I'm quite sure it was the other way around... If I were her, I'd sure as hell run the other way if I saw you." She added on. She walked over to the sailor, pulled the chair out and sat next to him; her ruby earring dancing softly from her earlobes.
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 21:05:13 GMT -5
Ceasar bowed low, making a extravageous gesture with his hand to salute the lady.
"Oy.....Enouska....I thought ladies of yer kin" were ta goo' fer t'e likes o' us low sailors....Oy wai' a minute....wasn't t'e ugly lass ye?" A small series of laughter was heard throughout the tavern. A wicked smile covered Ceasar's face. "I sure kno' any man woul' run from ya fo' their lives. Unless o' course....yer into ladies..."
The clientele in the tavern began to move back......they did not want to be close if Enouska tried something more direct. A dead silence, was heard in the bar.....
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Post by Kiri on Aug 31, 2009 21:12:37 GMT -5
Enouska looked at Ceasar, a dead -serious look plastered on her face, "If they know what's good for them, they will be running. You, however, said the complete opposite last night... If I recall... you were the one calling for me to come back." She winked. She stood up from the stool and unbuttoned her white coat. It feel open and revealed her nicely tanned skin; her breasts practically popping out of her small top. She laid the coat on her stool, walked over and stood in back of Ceasar. her long fingers wrapped around the hilt to the sabre.
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 21:20:29 GMT -5
"I did call ta ya, ta make sure ya would no' go see mi employees and give em a heart attack in the process.....Bu' we all kno ho I like mi women...." Ceasar stood up from his stool, turned around, and put his arms around his chest.
"I like em once, then I leave em. Tha' is all they deserve anyho'..... And ye used up yer time already...." Ceasar said, picking a fight.
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Post by Kiri on Aug 31, 2009 21:26:38 GMT -5
Enouska's lip twitched slightly. She made a move; bringing her arm up, only without a sword. She quickly stepped forward... her left arm went around his neck. her right hand, a fist, dug the knuckles into his hair as she gave him a noogie. She busted out laughed, let him go and hugged him. "It's been months!!" She exclaimed, released her hug and stepped back. her eyes now sparkled with a mischievousness tint.
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 21:45:40 GMT -5
"Aye, bu' years ta me, sista! A round ta everyone! Were celebratin'!!!" Mark loudly stated as he stepped forward and brought his arm around her back, placing his elbow on her shoulder. He began to sing... "Wha' da ya do with a drunken sailor, wha' da ya do with a drunken sailor, wha' da ya do with a drunken sailor UP early in t'e mornin'!" The other sailors and guards began to sing in and all came back to their original spots, ale flowing freely through the bar. "So! Tell yer brotha Ceasar where ya bin sista Enouska!" He nearly shouted, just to be sure she would hear him through all the singing of the drunkards.
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Post by Kiri on Aug 31, 2009 22:02:52 GMT -5
Enouska laughed as the ale went around, and laughed more at the drunken singing. "I have been to the Western Lands and to the Country of Water." She shouted over the singing. "Very different, yeah!" She laughed, then took a swig of her ale. "How has business been here?" She called out, leaning against her "brother". she took another drink; draining the mug. She slammed it on the counter and looked at Ceasar. She turned her head to the side and let out a very loud, manly belch. She waved it off in apologies to Ceasar, then looked at him.
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 22:36:19 GMT -5
"Seems t'e country o' water hasn' changed ye one bit lass! An tradin' has been slow....but were hearin' o' some scary monsters on t'e land lemme tell ye! Entire villages burnt ta t'e groun'. They even leave a trail o' blood from their victimes an' all. Quite t'e scary story lemme tell ye! And ye wen' ta t'e Western Land's eh? Ye done anythin' special there? Yer crew no' tried ta thro' ye overboard for goin' ta tha' blasted place." He loudly ask, as he emptied his mug and ordered another one to the very busy barmaid.
Ah.......how he wanted to travel the seas......
A mug was pushed into Ceasar's hands, awakening him from his daydream.
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Post by Kiri on Aug 31, 2009 22:41:26 GMT -5
"Of course they didn't! They all know better than to try and lead a mutiny against me! A few found out the very hard way of being killed or thrown overboard to the sea-monsters!" She told him. "The Western Land is quite a treat indeed! So many blood-lusting demons there! Almost died a few times, but we lost no one. A few of the crew lost fingers, toes, eyes, ears, hands, feet... But all survived, they did! nasty little demons over there!" She explained loudly. "Next time you can, you need to come travel!" She added and nudged his side.
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Post by Jarome on Aug 31, 2009 23:06:36 GMT -5
A stranger was sitting over in the corner. "I heard there's a pirate there that was said to be uncapturable." He said sipping on some rum.
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 23:09:31 GMT -5
"Aye, bu' there ainĀ“ any boats leavin' fer a while. I ordered it. Seems theres a new pest from t'e seas commin'. Sadly fer ye, yer stuck in ta harbour lass. Will ye be stayin' in yer boat or ye'd prefer ta sleep on soil eh? Ye kno' mi door is always open ta ya!' Ceasar said, tapping on Enouska's back roughly. He chugged down his mug of ale, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and set down the mug down the counter and slid it down to the kitchens.
"Tha' be enough drinks fer me. If I continue, I might get dru-"
A drunk sailor began cursing another drunkard, and he threw a fist into his face.....
"Ah bloody hell! Ye stop right there ye sea dogs!" Ceasar yelled....to no avail...
The drunk held his jaw in place with one hand, and used the other to pick up a stool and threw it at his attacker. He dodge it, but others didn't. Fist and kicks went flying, bottles and mugs were thrown into the drunken melee....
"Aye aye aye.....yer up fer a goo' ol' bar fight lass? Don' worry, il protect ya...." He winked, pulled up his sleeves, and jumped into the melee. The off duty guards walked out to get close down the area.....they knew better then trying to stop a general brawl inside this tavern.
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Post by Kiri on Aug 31, 2009 23:19:28 GMT -5
Enouska shook her head. She pulled her pistol out, climbed on top of the bar, then fired it to the side; careful not to shoot anyone. "ALRIGHT YOU LICE-INFESTED LANDLUBBERING DOGS! IF I SO MUCH AS SEE ONE MORE FIST 'ER BOTTLE THROWN, YOU'LL BE THE FIRST TO CLEAN MY ENTIRE SHIP FROM THE BULKHEAD TO THE MAIN TOP MAST! THERE BE PLENTY O' CLEANING TO BE DONE!" Enouska yelled over the fighting. Of course she was a captain; and her ship needed to be cleaning. There were plenty of barnacles to be scrapped off the bottom of her ship, new coats for the wood; anything she could think of had to be done. Her face was set in a very strict line.
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Post by Jarome on Aug 31, 2009 23:20:50 GMT -5
ooc:what the hell!!!
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Post by Kiri on Aug 31, 2009 23:30:10 GMT -5
what? ever hear of a pirate/sailor squabble?))
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Post by Jarome on Aug 31, 2009 23:32:04 GMT -5
ooc: yeah but i don't like being ignored. bad things happen when i'm ignored
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 23:35:37 GMT -5
"Aye...still spoilin" the fun are ye sista'? And sorry lad, didn't hear ye speak, wha' was it ye were sayin'? Pirates? Ceasar said, as he held a man down and continued to punch him in the face. He looked at the always strict Enouska... "Alright lass il stop! Don' ye look a' me like tha'!"
*Ceasar stood up, and watch the mess they created, the Tavern owner simply whistled and kept cleaning his mug. This kind of thing happened all the time....Ceasar walked up to the stranger.*
"And ye would happen ta kno' some information 'bout this pirate eh?" Ceasar said, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Post by Jarome on Aug 31, 2009 23:38:38 GMT -5
"Alot of information. I heard he commands ten ships and holds three ports on the Western Lands." The stranger said as he continued to sip his rum. "I also heard he killed his former captain to take command."
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Post by Kiri on Aug 31, 2009 23:42:59 GMT -5
Enouska looked at the stranger. She was quite familiar with all the ships in the trade that rested here. She looked skeptically at him, "Then perhaps you are hinting to yourself." She teased lightly. She walked over, grabbing her captain's coat and turned the chair around. She sits on it; the back of the chair between her legs. "I don't think I've ever seen you..." She growled; her defense for her home going up.
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Post by Grylvak on Aug 31, 2009 23:44:00 GMT -5
"And yer wanting gold fer this information...? 'Cause if it ain't free, I don' 'ave time fer it. As long as hes leavin' mi ships alone, ain' a problem fer me. I got my armada and my coast defense. As fer gainin' ownership o' his small fleet by killin' his capt' good fer him. If yer spreadin' rumours ta scare my workers off, you n' I will got to have a little chat in mi sea castle." Ceasar proudly stated, as he turned a chair and sat on it the wrong way, leaning his arms on the chairs back.
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