(( dont foget i look like this in non elimental form Clicky))

The swim had been long though the depths of sea but at last he was here the pirate’s hideout. The place was swarming with pirates and several ships had been moored on the beeches around the island or out to sea while long boats sale to shore. It seems small village had been set up mostly taverns or add-ons to the taverns for the pirates to sleep in. Drate had found his way to one of the larger taverns where he had snatched a pint of mead from a drunken man before he fell to the floor. Most pirates had cutlasses but some like him carried spears instead, and surprisingly a lot of them carried Crossbows which turned out to be an entire crew.

Moving thought the huge space in the tavern which was about the same size as a small wooden mansion, a man tripped over his leg and fell on his ass causing several other people to go down with him along with a fair amount of alcohol. “Are you going to take responsibility for that? You dirty blooded Orc!” The man and the rest got up and moved towards Drate, who despite his being threatened looked inexcusable calm.
“No I’m not, but you will die for I am not an Orc” His voice shocked more than a few onlookers. It was like the waves themselves. Stepping forward in one, Drate grabbed the idiot’s throat and started to throttle him. He stood at least a foot over everyone else in the tavern, but that didn’t stop anything before he knew it bolts where flying from the balconied in to the crowed, pirates on pirates everywhere.

The man kicked out against him but to no end. Throwing down the lifeless body he turned just in time to avoid a thrust form a cutlass and kick the man in the groin. Removing his spear form his back he looked around, two captains surrounded by men fighting, duelled swords moving expertly form years of pirating. Men killed by bolts or in melee littered the floor. Evidently the fight had reached out side because more men came to join the fight.
Blocking another feeble attack form a drunkard Drate lunged forward catching the man in the throat with the spear, which grated along the spinal column. Another man challenged him, half his face scared and in a frenzy. The scared man cut forward and kicked but Drate stepped to the side knocking him on the head with the shaft of his spear and sending him to the floor where another stabbed him.

The fight would be going for hours at this rate, shouts and the clanging of weapons came from everywhere at once, more Rum and mead where being stolen from the bar. Men had set up small barricades on the balconies, to take some advantage of the frenzy below but where being overrun. Drate walked though the bar getting in to clashes on the way. The night was young and he needed a drink too.