Star sat at the hide out with anxiety coursing through her veins, she was their because she had gotten a letter requesting she help pirates on some kind of voyage, now pirates were fishy first of all. They were pirates and half of them were drunk. She had received the news by letter that read:

Dear Miss. Star,
I would like you to help me on my treasure hunt you can have all the rum you want and then some if you come I hear you can make my ship go faster than certain rivals. But those are to be unnamed for they are very unusual. I'll meet you at the pirate hide out by the ocean.
-P

Star had only bearly convinced herslef to come. But in the end had, it could mean a job. Money and possibly the adventure that she had been waiting for her whole life. She sat waiting, wearing a deep blue cloak with black and white twearl designs peaking out from the inside of the cloak.

((my other posts shall be longer I'm tierd!))

The fledgling pirate wandered the streets, he flicked his gaze curiously over the ships. He could only hope to own a ship for himself eventually. He grinned, yes a captain he will become...in time, in due time. The pirate paused, looked to his right, then to his left. He felt as though somebody had been stairing. He shrugged it off and kept moving.

Soon he came upon a pub, pubs littered the entire area. Pirates like rum, plain and simple. He snickered, not having had much of it himself. Perhaps it was because the larger and more experienced pirates could always get it from him. He knew resisting would be futile, since, even if he was able to take out the larger foe, the other supporters would see him dead. The pirate sighed and sat down at a seat.

Jack staggered along the road, an empty bottle in one hand. He didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know where he had been. The night was still young and he was yet to find a suitable ship to commandeer. As he rounded a corner a large building came into view. A tavern. Great. With much wobbling and sideways movement contradictory to his cause he arrived at the establishment and staggered inside.

The interior of the tavern was gloomy and dark. A few candles were interspaced upon the tables, rendering a half-light that flickered whenever anything moved. A few sultry wenches sat upon the benches and the barman looked a rough sort of fellow; the kind who didn’t take kindly to trouble. A poof in a red jacket sat in a chair near the bar. Speaking of which…

Jack leaned against the counter, as much out of necessity than style. He eyed the barman who stomped over.

“Have ye any rum?” Jack asked the barman.
“No” came the grunted reply.
“Meeither” Jack slurred, “Why is the rum, always gone?”

And with that he hit the deck, snoring soundly. He clutched his empty rum bottle tight.

Star watched as a pirate with a red coat wandered into the bar, he looked about her age but slightly lost in the world that he may have been placed. The other that came in fit right in, he was older but very good looking, and very drunk, he soon after fell down on the ground when realizing that their was no rum.

Star had ordred some just to see what pirates lived off of and only drank about 1/8 of it. It was a vile and bitter drink that she could bearly stomach.

Star wondered which one had called on her, probably the older one. She cautiously walked over and leaned over the drunk man. She poked him several times but he didnt wake up. She sighed and began to gently take the bottle out of his hands placing hers on his and pulling on the bottle. Now that woke the man up.

The pirate checked on his blade, hanging at his waist. He had sharpened its blade a while ago, it helped to have it always ready to hack through whatever needed cutting. Will whistled to the light, drunken tune that floated about the bar. The source was a group of pirates, probably crew on the same ship, who were roaring in a drinking song and laughing throughout. The song in general was recognizable among pirates, but alien to anyone else. Eventually the song died down as one pirate after another dropped in alcohol induced sleep.

Will yawned and stretched his tense muscles. He flicked his gaze at the unusual, but attractive, female sitting in the pub. Seems she couldn't stomach Rum, too bad for her. He laughed quietly at her inability to drink it. You don't come to a place like this and not be able to drink the stuff.

Jack woke up suddenly. Someone was touching his bottle. He opened his eyes, keeping the rest of his body tense and still. There was a rather attractive girl leaning over him, clutching his empty bottle. He looked down to where it should be and found, to his immense surprise and satisfaction, that there was a nearly-full bottle in the empty ones place. He looked back to the girl. Even upside down he could tell she was pretty.

"Hello?" he managed to cough out, amid a large amount of saliva gathering from the thought of the rum.

Ah yes, the rum. Jack uncorked the top and took a huge swig, his mustache twitching slightly. He burped loudly and re-stoppered the bottle.

"Am I dreaming? Why is there rum?" he questioned.

Star was now becoming annoyed and frustrated by the man. She must have taken her full rum with her. Darn that was soo not a good idea. She thought to herself. He was now awake so she took both bottles out of his hands, stood and held them up above her head. She stood, her silver white hair falling down past her shoulders.

"Are you the Captain that called on me to help him find a treasure of some sorts? I need to know because if it isnt I kinda need a new job."She said with force. Her green eyes blazed but held a hint of shyness. For he was a very attractive man but allot older than herslef though that was no matter.

"And no you are not dreaming you are in a buisness arrangement. And you took my rum." She said answering his question.

Will looked curiously back over to the girl and the drunken pirate. Seems he wanted her rum, now why would she want it back? It wasn't like she could take the taste. His brow perked at the mention of a job. She needed a new job? Not like Will could pay her very well or anything but still... couldn't hurt to try.

He looked around, eying every other man present. Seems they all had eyes, at least those who could focus on anything at all, on the girl. Though that made perfect sense, stick a lovely lady in a pirate's pub and the results are often disastrous. Will tensed, disastrous, thats bad. That meant fighting over the girl, which meant bar fights, which meant he would probably be pulled into the middle of it. Then that meant, with so many hulking brutes, he would probably end up flattened. He touched the hilt of his weapon to seek reassurance. Will grinned, if that happened, he would take out his fair share of drunks before he met a flattened end.

He shook his head to clear out meandering thoughts. Now or never, before any other pirates got similar ideas. "You know... I could use some help, I guess I could get you something." He bit his lip, that came out wrong. Did he seem like a beggar to her? What about a scrawny wimp? He hoped not. Will may be only average, but he was a fierce soul.

If any emotion could have occurred to Jack just then, it would have been disappointment. As it was, he was drunk past the point of any reasonable amount of emotion. But the girl had rum. His rum. He hot ungainly to his feet, staggering into the bar as he did so, his face a mixture of confusion, anger and inebriated bliss. He tried to pull out his sword with the wrong hand, got stuck half way, and switched hands. Finally managing to get it out he waved it around vaguely, one hand still on the bar for support.

"You have my rum" he said fairly, "give it back. 's mine."

Jack tried to take a step forward, but in doing so he let go of the bar and was sent crashing to the floor again, out cold and snoring loudly.

Star looked at him in discust as he fell to the ground yet again unconcious. What was I thinking? This is what I get when working with pirates. But star was pulled out of her revree by yet another pirate this one more her age but just as handsom as the older pirate if not more for his age. She was starteld and dropped the captains rum on his own head and hers fell to the ground in a glass shattering crash. Everyone stared. Her cheecks became red.

This pirate seemed more out of place, not quite use to the life style of wenches, rum and bar fights. Nor was she so that made two of them. "You want me to wait, what?" She said probably sounding more stupid than she really was.

Roncho sat in the seat, even the slightest move of the troll's massive frame made it groan in protest. He put his elbow on the table, and held out an open fist, his brass knuckles glinting in the half light of the bar. He heard the door open and several heads turn to whoever entered. He looked over to see what looked like an extremely beautiful woman. His opponent, a large minotaur was staring at the woman with an open jaw, Roncho stared at his opponet for second, "So are you going to stare at the beautiful woman, or are you going to prove you're words," Roncho bellowed out those words, the minotaur looked back over at the troll with an angry stare. He reached out, grabbed the troll's hand and the contest of strength began.

They two beasts arms locked, slowly the minotaur was pushing the troll back, but Roncho did not look worried. His massive hand was about half way to the table when he said in a calm voice, or calm for a troll's bellowing voice "Alright, good for you, now I try," the troll's massive muscles began to flex and instantly the two hands moved the other way. The minotaur teeth were clenched in fustration and helplessness. The many tankards jumped into the air as the minotaurs massive arm slammed into the table, cheers went up from some of the crowd, bets were collected, and the minotaur gave his part of the bargain. He reached into his pocket and fish out a small pouch, and held it out, obviously not wanting to give it up. Roncho grasped it into his massive hand and opened it and poured out the contents, 30 gold pieces spilled into his hand. "Pleasure doing business with you, if I am ever out of drinking money I will find you yes?" The minotaur sneered, flipped off the troll, then turned to leave the tavern.

A waitress came over to the massive troll and spoke in a quiet voice, "Would you like anything to drink" The troll looked over and with a massive smile said, "Ah, perfect timing, get me an ale, largest tankard you can fill," the waitress went off to fetch the ale and he looked over to the others that filled this tavern. Several drunken sailors, the usual. But that woman that Roncho saw, she was here for a reason, people like that never would come to a shady tavern like this for a drink.

She was talking to a man who looked like a captain that was on the floor. She had a bottle of rum in her hands and looked like she was talking about something important. He listened into their conversation "Are you the Captain that called on me to help him find a treasure of some sorts? I need to know because if it isn't I kinda need a new job." Roncho looked in front of his as a tankard that was massive in size, full to the brim with ale. But to Roncho, he picked up the giant tankard and began to drink, thinking to himself about what he heard, "Capitan eh, well I do need a job, and I came here to try to get onto a crew, to hell with it." He stood up and stomped over to where the two were talking, "Evening, ma'am, my name is Roncho, I couldn't help but overhear you two talking about a voyage, and I was wondering if you have a cook for you're ship, if not you can't find a better one, for both cooking and fighting," Roncho gave a hearty laugh and hoped the two would accept his offer, Roncho needed a job, he was getting drinking money from simple bets and he didn't have much for his inn savings.

Jack woke once again as the rather large bottle of rum smashed on his head and shattered into about a million fragments. He opened his eyes and tried in vain to lap up the spilled liquid. He picked himself up once more and eventually managed to put his sword away, the blade missing the scabbard on the first four tries. Rum dripped from his hat and his scarf and his hair but he was too drunk to care.

There was quite a gathering around him now, the girl who had committed the offense of wasting his rum, the little poofy bloke that he had noticed earlier and now a rather large green fellow. He looked at each of them in mild surprise and suspicion. After a moment he turned away and lent against the bar.

"BARMAN" he bellowed, not able to keep his voice in check. The poor old devil trundled over.

"Yes?" he asked
"Rum. I have no rum. Why is the rum always gone? Hmm?" asked Jack indignantly
"Well-" the barman began to say, but Jack cut him off
"Never mind. I'll be leaving this 'ere establishment" Jack lent closer and continued in a whisper, "Watch out for the eunuch in the red coat. Hmm? Snippy-snippy?"

And with that he was off, more sideways than forward, but reaching the door nevertheless. He was off to get himself a boat. Err, ship. Definitely a ship.

(Aw crud, sorry bout that!)

-Pirate

Will wandered over, keeping watch on the other patrons of the bar. He stopped before the girl, shifting his coat to better conceal the shark bite that trailed across his side. He unconsciously placed a hand over the area, touching it gently. He shuddered for a brief moment before regaining his posture. "Well I was thinking you could help, not that I have a ship yet. Though having an acquaintance such as yourself would be nice." He fumbled over his words, this talking to girls thing was so difficult.

He flared up as the other, older, pirate began to mutter to the barkeep. He turned around, if a stare could burn, the drunk would have been a pile of ashes. Will was contemplating the probability of managing to hurl his weapon and kill the man right then. He mused, not like that man would be missed at all, bet he didn't even have a crew, or friends. Will calmed down though, bottling up the irritation for later usage. In the final act of his irritation he put out with a mutter, "Eunuch? I bet he is, poor feller probably takes his sorrow out with rum."

Will looked back to the nymph, not that he knew she was one. To him, she was just a very attractive girl, a very, very, attractive girl.