Demolished Dates And Amorous Altercations

Demolished Dates And Amorous Altercations

Cassian walked away from his ship, swaying slightly from the booze already in his system. It was, finally, the end of a long period of sailing his ship, the Silent Mary, all the way from Spain, to the docks of a little town in the South of England. He and his crew had taken months to get here, and he thought that he more than deserved a nice cold drink and some female company after such a long trip. He strolled the docks, looking for the nearest bar. When he saw a man throwing up in the water, he assumed that the bar probably wasn't too far away anymore. 

He was right. After a few more minutes walking, he saw three men standing outside of a little place, all with a big jug of beer in their hands. There was a big sign hanging right above the door of the bar, which read 'The Tipsy Sailor'. Cassian smirked and pushed the door open. The smell of alcohol and sweat hung thick in the air. He crinckled his nose. Even though it was a scent he knew only too well, he forgot how much bars smelled... He was so used of the smell of the fresh ocean breeze, that he had to get used to this smell all over again. He looked around and saw that the place was pretty packed. A lot of sailors were huddled around a piano, singing old sailor songs. There was a women lying on the piano, too, who seemed to really enjoy the attention she was getting. At the bar were a few people talking; a man was standing right next to a red haired women, whispering things in her ear, another man was lying face down on the bar, seeming to have passed out from the booze. Cassian grinned and walked over to the bar himself. He gave the drunken man a nudge in the ribs, which evoked a nasty cry from him. Cassian sniggered. How pathetic. While Cassian waited for his drink, he turned around and leaned against the bar to look around once more. He had not seen any female presence that had really caught his eye. Not that it mattered that much, though. He would settle for almost anything right now. Spending months on end with only men on a ship, wasn't particularly great for your "love"-life. 

He grabbed his beer and took a big sip. A little, stout man moved away from in front of him, to join the singing at the piano. He had been standing on the table in front of him, directly blocking Cass' sight. Now that the man had moved, however, Cassian noticed a woman sitting at a little table in the far corner of the bar. It was a beautiful, young, blonde woman. She was talking to a male figure, and looked to be enjoying herself. Cassian raised an eyebrow. How was it that the only good-looking female in this bar seemed to be taken by such a good-for-nothing kind of guy? Cassian rolled his eyes and made his way over there.

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Yrsa was in England for almost a week now. She had spend a month at Shipwreck Cove, to work on The British Gazette. Normally, Yrsa would write her articles anywhere in the world or at sea, and send her articles to the headquarters at Shipwreck Cove. However, at lot had happened at the Caribbean in the past months, so her presence was requested. After finishing multiple papers, with a lot of shocking news, Yrsa was finally able to roam the Seven Seas again. England was her first stop, since she left Shipwreck Cove. She traveled on the Ship of at pirate, known as Bruce Fulton. His ship was not big, nor small. However, he had a pleasant crew and her voyage had passed by without any trouble. Bruce seemed very fond of Yrsa, though Yrsa was not really sure what she thought of him. 

Yet, Yrsa had agreed to one date with Bruce. Yrsa was familiar with this place in the South of England, so she decided they should meet at 'The Tipsy Sailor'. She wanted to avoid a romantic date at all costs, so this would be a good place to just have fun, as she intended. When she approached The Tipsy Sailor, the one thing she was already afraid of, happened. Bruce was waiting outside for her, with flowers. 'Flowers?! Really, for f**k sake. I am a pirate, not a lady,' was what Yrsa thought. She gave him a weird look when he handed her the flowers, which she received with a fake smile. He pulled all the gentlemen moves on her, like opening a door and ordering for her. However, she promised herself she would give the poor man a chance, since she had been alone for as long she could remember. Once they sat at the table, they started talking about his pirate-business and her work as executive. It was a very formal and distant conversation, precisely as Yrsa it wanted to be. She had not finished her first glass of rum, when a man entered The Tipsy Sailor. He looked like a real pirate, a real man, compared to Bruce. Bruce kept on talking about he plundered a ship of a poor merchant, while Yrsa enjoyed the pleasure of inspecting the man. He had a Spanish look, as well as a very self-confident look on his face. Yrsa smiled, but her dreaming was interupted by Bruce, who once again had asked her a question. 

Yrsa told him about one of the bloodiest fights she had experienced at The Flying Dutchman, as she saw how Bruce slowely turned pale, yet, he became more interested in the matter. This more or less saved their conversation, because Yrsa was already making up some excuse to leave early. However, then the most unexpected thing happened. Yrsa could see the good-looking Spanish guy approaching from the corner of her eye. 

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Cassian saw how the woman was looking at him from time to time and strolled through the bar towards her. While doing so, a drunken hooker, Cassian assumed, flung herself on him. "Hi handsome," she whispered in his ear, her breath smelling strongly of alcohol and tabacco. Cassian looked down at the women and raised his brows. "I am not interested," he said coldly. "Are you sure, darling boy? I can do things to you that you don't even dare dream of." Cass looked at her with disgust on his face as she smiled at him with brown, rotten teeth. "Get your filthy hands off me," Cassian hissed. "If you even think for one second that I can be persuaded with some cheap talk like that, you're very wrong." He plucked her hands off himself and moved along. He just hoped that the blonde he had now set his marks on, had not seen what happened. 

"Well, well, well," Cassian purred when he came to a halt beside the table of the blonde woman and the man she was with. "What do we have here?" He smiled lazily at the woman and ignored the man, who was now looking at him with frowned eyebrows. "What is a beauty like yourself, doing at a bar like this?" He placed his elbow on the bench beside him. "With scum like that," he added, while gesturing to the man. The man looked at him angrily. "Who the hell do you think you are, calling me scum?," the man snarled. Cassian looked at him with a bored expression on his face, but did not acknowledge him any further than that. "Surely you don't mean to grace this man with more of your time than you have already done, now do you?" He grinned and took another sip of his beer. The woman looked nothing like all the dolled-up women at the bar he usually went for. Normally the women he approached were a lot less... rogue. However, that was exacty what attracted him to her. She looked different. A different, more genuine kind of beautiful. The man she was with stood up and walked over to him. "What do you think you're doing? Can't you see I'm on a date?" Cassian didn't move an inch. "Hmhmm.. And it is going incredibly well, judging by the fact that your 'date', as you call it, keeps galncing my way." Cassian gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, winked at him and walked around the man, towards the other bench at the table, where he took a seat across from the woman.

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Yrsa saw that the Spanish guy was held up by another woman, which made Yrsa sight of disappointment. Bruce looked at her strangely, but there was no time to ask her what was wrong, because suddenly the Spanish guy was standing right next to them. "Well, well, well," said the man when he came to a halt beside the table "What do we have here?" He smiled lazily at Yrsa and ignored Bruce, who was now looking at him with frowned eyebrows. "What is a beauty like yourself, doing at a bar like this?" He placed his elbow on the bench beside him. "With scum like that," he added, while gesturing to Bruce. Bruce looked at him angrily. Yrsa smiled at the man, knowing this would anger Bruce even more. Yrsa liked how the man played his games with Bruce, looking so confident. This attracted Yrsa to him as well, that he would try to win her over, in front of another man. Whether the man was to be trusted, she did not know. However, at this point she did not care as well. The man was going to free her from her horrible date. "Who the hell do you think you are, calling me scum?," Bruce snarled. "Surely you don't mean to grace this man with more of your time than you have already done, now do you?" He grinned and took another sip of his beer. Bruce stood up and walked over to him. "What do you think you're doing? Can't you see I'm on a date?" The man didn't move an inch. "Hmhmm.. And it is going incredibly well, judging by the fact that your 'date', as you call it, keeps galncing my way." The man gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, winked at him and walked around the man, towards the other bench at the table, where he took a seat across from Yrsa.

Yrsa could not wipe the grin of her face as the man sat across her. "So, do tell me, sir, what might be your name?" she asked. She had no longer any interest in Bruce, who looked shocked at Yrsa. "How dare you, woman, to embarrass me like this?" Bruce screamed. Yrsa stood up, angry, and grabbed her axe. She jammed the axe into the table, right next to Bruce his hand. "Woman?" she said offended. "You dare call me out like that? Like I am some weak creature who is suppose to listen to a worm like you?" Bruce could not speak a word. Yrsa turned her head to the man. "Let this be a lesson for you as well, sir." she said, after which she said down calmy. She pulled her axe out of the table and put it away. Then, she looked at Bruce, who was still speechless. "You can go now, Bruce," she said as she waved her hand. 

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Cassian smirked when the woman asked for his name. This must mean that she has some interesnt in him as well, right? Of course she does, though, he thinks. He has never met a lady who wasn't interested in him.. So why would it be different this time? He grins at the thought. "I am captain Cassian Vanserra. It is a pleasure meeting you, lady...?" He says with a slight bow of his head, waiting for her to tell him her name too. However, instead of doing so, she stands up ans smashes her axe into the table. How very unexpactant that was. Cassian looks contently at the scene unfolding in front of him. How very easy it was to shoo this 'date' that she was supposed to be on was, baffles him. The fact that the woman stands up for herself really only makes her even more interesting. He likes the fact that she is not some pretty little wallflower, but she is an independant, supposedly strong, woman. It suits her well, this firceness. "Lesson well taken," he retorts with a grin as the woman sits back down. Cassian smiles nastily at the man, appartently named Bruce, being sent away by the woman. "Just as I though you could not be interesting, atop of being as beautiful as you are, you surprise me with this trick of yours." He leans back into the bench and stretches out his legs. "What other tricks do you have in store for me?" He takes another sip of his beer, and waves at the barman to refill his glass. "So tell me, where did you learn that-- thing you just did? You don't strike me as the typical housewive, walking around with axes like that." He raises his brows and waits for her answer while the barman approaches them with a big carafe of beer. "Fill the lady up too," he orders the barman, and looks back at the beautiful appearance in front of him.

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"Lesson well taken," Cassian said with a grin. Yrsa smiles at him. "Very good, Mister Cassian Vanserra, a captain no less," Yrsa said, while she wipe her hair out of her face and straigtened her corset. "Just as I though you could not be interesting, atop of being as beautiful as you are, you surprise me with this trick of yours." He leans back into the bench and stretches out his legs. "What other tricks do you have in store for me?" He takes another sip of his beer, and waves at the barman to refill his glass. Yrsa grins at Cassian. "Oh, I am quite sure you will not like my other tricks so much, captain. Though, I do not intend to hurt you just yet," Yrsa said. "So tell me, where did you learn that-- thing you just did? You don't strike me as the typical housewive, walking around with axes like that." He raises his brows and waits for her answer while the barman approaches them with a big carafe of beer. "Fill the lady up too," he orders the barman, and looks back at Yrsa. 

Yrsa thanks the barman, and subsequently Cassian as well. She takes a deep breathe before answering his question. "Well, Captain, my name is Yrsa Mareritt. I forgot to tell you, when we were interrupted by my horrible date. You see, I am indeed not a housewife. I do not even own a house, because my heart, just as yours, lies at sea," Yrsa took another sip of her drink and looked at Cassian. "I have been a pirate for the past eight years, but I have roamed the seven seas for far longer than that. And, as for my tricks, a woman or any man at sea needs to be able to defend him or herself, am I correct? So that is where I learned to handle my beloved axes so well," Yrsa leans back, waiting for Cassians reply. His next move would be important, as it would prove whether he is up for the task of handling a woman like her. Bruce, for example, was not, not even a slightest bit. 

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Cassian let his eyes glide over the woman's body as she sweeped her hair back and adjusted her corset. Her skin was showing slitghly above the neckline of her shirt. He felt the corner of his mouth tug slightly to the side as he let his imagination go. When she started talking to him, however, he got pulled back to reality. "Oh, I am quite sure you will not like my other tricks so much, captain. Though, I do not intend to hurt you just yet," the woman said. Cassian raised his brow in surpise. "Oh," he cooed. "Threatning a captain already, are we now? What an interesting little gem you are." He sat up a little straighter and grinned. He liked the nerve on her. He had not expected the woman to be like this. Sure, she didn't look like a little doll, but he certainly didn't take her for someone to have the nerve to threaten him, as he seemed a lot bigger than she was and he just told her he was the captain of a ship.

"Well, Captain, my name is Yrsa Mareritt. I forgot to tell you, when we were interrupted by my horrible date," she continued. Yrsa. the name suited her. It sounded quite warrior-like. He chuckled when she referred to Bruce as a 'horrible date'. "I have been a pirate for the past eight years, but I have roamed the seven seas for far longer than that. And, as for my tricks, a woman or any man at sea needs to be able to defend him or herself, am I correct? So that is where I learned to handle my beloved axes so well." Cassian threw his head back and laughed in surpise. "A pirate? You?" He nodded in approval and clapped his hands a few times. "That explains the temperament," he added with a wink. "All right, Lady Yrsa. I must say, you have surprised me in more ways than one tonight." He sat up straight entirley now and leaned over the table a little. "And may I ask on what ships you were active as a pirate? After all, I would like to know if I am sleeping with the enemy." He folded his hands together, his many rings shining in the candle light.

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"Oh, I am quite sure you will not like my other tricks so much, captain. Though, I do not intend to hurt you just yet," Yrsa said. Cassian raised his brow in surpise. "Oh," he cooed. "Threatning a captain already, are we now? What an interesting little gem you are." He sat up a little straighter and grinned. Yrsa grinned at his comment. Sure, she was known to suprise men, not always in a good way. 

"Well, Captain, my name is Yrsa Mareritt. I forgot to tell you, when we were interrupted by my horrible date," she continued. He chuckled when she referred to Bruce as a 'horrible date'. "I have been a pirate for the past eight years, but I have roamed the seven seas for far longer than that. And, as for my tricks, a woman or any man at sea needs to be able to defend him or herself, am I correct? So that is where I learned to handle my beloved axes so well." Cassian threw his head back and laughed in surpise. "A pirate? You?" He nodded in approval and clapped his hands a few times. "That explains the temperament," he added with a wink. "All right, Lady Yrsa. I must say, you have surprised me in more ways than one tonight." He sat up straight entirley now and leaned over the table a little. "And may I ask on what ships you were active as a pirate? After all, I would like to know if I am sleeping with the enemy." He folded his hands together, his many rings shining in the candle light. "Well, since I have not been on your ship, is it not evident that you are most certainly sleeping with the enemy?" she asked and leaned over the table as well, getting very close to the ever confident Cassian. "After two years of hopping ships in every port I entered, the ship I was currently on sunk to the bottem of the sea. I survived, together with two others. That is how I came aboard of The Flying Dutchman, where I happily served for six years. Now, I am just travelling. Every heard of The British Gazette, captain?" she asked him. After which she started playing with the fire of a candle, which was placed between them, running her fingers through the flame. 

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Cassian smiled at her when she reminded him that she was automatically his enemy, since she has never been a part of his crew. “Hmm. In some ways, yes. It is just hard to imagine such a beautiful lady like yourself to be anything like an enemy.” He sighed dramatically and downed his beer, before pouring himself another one with the carafe that was left on the table by the barman. “I should tell you, Lady Yrsa, I would not at all mind sleeping with the enemy if they all look like you.” He smiled lazily and stared straight into her eyes. "After two years of hopping ships in every port I entered, the ship I was currently on sunk to the bottem of the sea. I survived, together with two others.” He winced at the thought of a ship sinking. It was never nice to hear as a ship-lover, even if it’s the ship of a so called ‘enemy’. “That is how I came aboard of The Flying Dutchman, where I happily served for six years.” The Flying Dutchman, he thought... Impressive. That was no ship for any ordinary pirate. Of course, he could have known she wasn’t any ordinary pirate, after just cooing away her own date with an axe. “Now, I am just travelling. Ever heard of The British Gazette, captain?" Cassian raised his brows. “The magazine? Of course I have. Why?” His vision focussed on her hand as she let her finger glide through the flame of a candle. “Don’t tell me,” he started while he looked back at her face again, “that a former pirate, is now writing for a magazine.” He grinned. “Isn’t that just too dull for you, now that you experienced the life at sea as a pirate?” He asked, actually interested. “If you ever need something... Or someone,” he smiled, “to bring you some more excitement, I would be more than willing to help.” He made a little curtsey for show and grinned.

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Cassian smiled at her when she reminded him that she was automatically his enemy, since she has never been a part of his crew. "Hmm. In some ways, yes. It is just hard to imagine such a beautiful lady like yourself to be anything like an enemy." He sighed dramatically and downed his beer, before pouring himself another one with the carafe that was left on the table by the barman. "I should tell you, Lady Yrsa, I would not at all mind sleeping with the enemy if they all look like you." He smiled lazily and stared straight into her eyes. Yrsa grinned once again at his comment. Cassian knew what he was doing, without a doubt. He knows how to win over a woman for himself. "After two years of hopping ships in every port I entered, the ship I was currently on sunk to the bottem of the sea. I survived, together with two others. That is how I came aboard of The Flying Dutchman, where I happily served for six years. Now, I am just travelling. Ever heard of The British Gazette, captain?" Cassian raised his brows. "The magazine? Of course I have. Why?" His vision focussed on her hand as she let her finger glide through the flame of a candle. "Don't tell me," he started while he looked back at her face again, "that a former pirate, is now writing for a magazine." He grinned. "Isn't that just too dull for you, now that you experienced the life at sea as a pirate?" He asked, actually interested. "If you ever need something... Or someone," he smiled, "to bring you some more excitement, I would be more than willing to help." He made a little curtsey for show and grinned. Suddenly stopped playing with the fire and looked at him angrily. "Well, captain. I doubt you bring me more excitement, if you are really as narrow-minded as you pretend to be," she went to sit up straight, removing herself out of the compelling aura of Cassian. "Did it ever occur to you, that gathering information for the good of all pirates worldwide, may be also with some great risk?" she asked Cassian while looking at him straight in the eyes. She sweared to herself and all the Norse Gods. If this man made one more diminishing comment to her, he would meet her axes as well.