Thread: Queens of the Seventh Sea (SilverScar & Erebus)

With the bodies in the tavern still warm, Alexandra decided to give herself a little time to enjoy the market the neutral port provided. Sitting within the center of the bloody sea, the little port allowed for the exchange of goods from all sorts of irreputable customers eager to offload their wares in exchange for coin. Such merchandise was usually the type a merchant wished to be rid of quickly, just in case the owners ever came looking for it. Such grey markets provided quite the variety for a fraction of the price. And so long as everyone was making money, everyone was very happy. Swords were often what drew Alexandra's attention, admiring the beauty of the sharp blades. The marketplace was filled with weapon vendors of all sorts, men and women waving axes, pistols and even a pair of cannons were on display, carved into the shape of fearsome dragons with mouths wide open to breathe destruction out onto the seas. In an age of gunpowder, most had begun to dismiss the notion of a melee weapon, and while Alexandra would always carry her pistol with her on land, at sea it was a different story. A blade could never fail on you. It would never jam or misfire, it did not require reloading or even a steady hand. A sword's blade could shatter, yes, but only fools who treated weapons like wooden sticks would ever have that issue to worry about. A rapier found it's way into Alexandra's gloved hands, her black leather index finger caressing the fine silver blade. A duelist's weapon, the hilt decorated in an array of diamonds and crystal, proper for running through pesky nobles. A smirk on the Captain's lips as she flicked the tip of the blade, ignoring the mustached merchant who seemed eager to sell. Half tempted to run the annoying merchant through herself, she returned the weapon to it's place and continued on. Alexandra found herself in the food quarter next, the sights and smells threatening to overwhelm her senses with the sudden barrage of different smells. Sweet and spicy, sizzling tender meat and fresh baked bread, boiling soups and cups of mysterious chilled liquid, the stands pressed so close together the people almost had to squeeze past each other in order to move, Alexandra's eyes catching a few eager hands going for coin purses left unaware. She kept her own inside her jacket, but did leave a smaller pouch out in the open as a challenge to anyone daring enough to steal from a Queen of the Seventh Sea. A few steps into the street and she felt fingers brushing against her waist. With the same lightning speed displayed in the tavern's back room, her gloved hand caught the wrist of the young man in regal clothes attempting to lift her purse. A sharp twist and an ugly cracking sound followed by a yelp of pain as Alexandra released the man, continuing towards one of the larger stands that had a row of seats out front. Behind the counter was a large flat stone covered in spice covered meats, a bearlike man with a smile almost as wide as his belly eyeing Alexandra as she took her seat beside the other customers. Wait, wait! The man bellowed before Alexandra could speak Let me guess....something spicy! Veeeeery spicy! The dramatic tone and salesmanship of the man were winning Alexandra over, arching an elegant brow at the man before giving a slight nod to which the man laughed, grabbing a plate and moving towards one of the redder meats, a knife gracefully slicing off a juicy, tender piece for the pirate to enjoy. 5 coin! A steep price, but one Alexandra was willing to pay as the smell of the spice and flavor tickled her nose, passing the coin before starting to eat with the knife and fork provided.