Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

The sun slowly set upon the ocean, its red lights filling the blood stained water in a mesmerizing sight. Everything stood still, lifeless, not a single cloud on the darkening sky. It appeared as though nature was mourning for her loss... ---------- We threw the corpse in the ocean as you ordered, Cap'tain. An ugly deep voice resonnanted, cutting through the cold wind. A frail silhouette could be seen on the forecastle deck, the back turned to the sailor that adressed her. Turning her head in a swift cold motion, she pushed her long dark red hair that was getting in the way behind her shoulders as her cold green eye seemed to pierce through the poor old man. As the female addressed by 'Captain' opened her mouth, a beautiful yet blank voice that stayed printed in people's memories forever came out of it. Most often because their forever ended with it. Perrault was a brave man. Let the sailors have a feast in his memory tonight, when I have that demon between my hands. The woman grinned, her tongue running over her snow white teeth quickly. In spite of her small body that possessed the forms all females and males dreamed to have - in one way or another, she was quite a deadly specimen. In close combat she remained unbeaten - something proved by a lack of torn limbs or her presence on the ship. There was a reason to that - the woman's tanned skin proved that she managed not only to give out orders but also to work alongside with her men, following closely the unspoken rules of good companionship. Cap'tain, 'em men ain't ready to lose yeh to 'neone! The same man pronounced slowly but she seemed to completely ignore him. Her eye that wasn't covered by the black patch gazing into the distance, she smiled for a second in a rather nostalgic manner - into the emptiness and not to the male. She knew that she needed the demon, for after her right hand has been treacherously stabbed in the back she felt empty and knew that her fighting abilities would find themselves damaged by her mood. She needed distraction, and help to overcome her personal grief as well as that of a Captain for a deceased sailor. Tell everyone that we are staying in this town for the night. Without any further arguments, she turned away and left the deck. Walking back to her cabin, she changed into an outfit that was not covered in blood. Pulling on a tight fitting black shirt, matching skin tight pants and a red cotton belt, she stuck her pistols into the sides of her belt and pushed two daggers into her boots before ending her outfit with a Captain's head. As the ship stopped, a silence stood on board as the entire crew assembled next to the ladder. It was almost as though they sent their beloved Alice to her last journey. After years of work and pillage together, they feared they were not to see her again. ''Why so dull, aye?'' She questioned, her deep voice with a British accent acquiring that of a sailor - something she did to raise her men's mood and bring them together. ''While I'm gone, prepare another bed in my quarters. Tonight is yet another challenge for us, and shall I not return - end my quest in our name, I bid you farewell,'' she grinned, and turned around, her gracefull form disappearing in the mist until nothing but her steps were audible. Passing through the crowd that came over to see the ship that had arrived, she went to a small bar on a dark street in the most dangerous place of the city. There, she found herself forced to speak to several people - whose company she clearly did not enjoy, yet information was worth it. The demon truly appeared to have quite an effect on the locals - some told her to return home, others shuddered and left, until one person whispered his location to her. Granting him with a bag of gold, she turned back to the empty streets, making her way down one of the smallest and darkest alleys to stumble upon a house. It was unmistakable - the stength of rotten flesh and blood stains were visible from the entrance. The door appeared to be barely holding on, and as she pushed it, the woman had to suppress a cough. The pungent smells of a corpse and dust mixed in her lungs, causing an unpleasant sensation. Everything was dark, as far as she could see, and although her face remained expressionless - probably quite a change from other people that entered, her heart pace accelerated slightly, an uncomfortable shiver running down her spine. ''Is anyone home?'' She called out, her voice sweet and seducive.