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Re: (the past) The Llandoger Trow
from Aneira_Greene on 06/01/2020 01:44 AMThe pirates almost began lecturing Aneira on the myths of the sea, many of which she'd heard before. But, she got a free drink out of it, and that was a guaranteed positive. It was interesting to hear them speak, and they seemed well travelled, from the Carribean maybe? But also, they were definately Bristol natives, the accent was strong enough to know. She didn't want to relax too much, as that would be dangerous. And she had work to do. So she went to silently excuse herself, and in doing so, bumped into Mr Jones. He frowned down at her, placing a hand on her shoulder with a disapproving look.
"I expected more Miss Jean." He sighed, much to Aneira's anger and confusion. Her always called her the french maiden name of her deseased mother, to further humiliate her into being shamed for her illegitamacy. But it would never work. "I expect more from my barmaids than sitting in the parlour getting drunk with pirates." He tutted. Aneira just growled inwardly, cursing under her breath as she stormed off past him.
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Re: (the past) The Llandoger Trow
from ErisBlackwood on 06/01/2020 01:15 AMEris smirked as she looked over at Aneria hearing she saw her."Well what do you expect?"She chuckled in return as she stood by the bar once again.Finally she could realx for a few seconds.An unexpected lloud laugh appeared as she tried to cover her mouth after hearing Aneria mocking the previous customer.She could amuse her like no one else could.As her friend disappeared once more she find herself with a cloth as she tried to clean the bar the best she could.It took a while before another what she assumed was customer showed up by the bar causing her to look up."What can i get for you tonight?"She asked as she moved her gaze moved back to the spot she was currently cleaning.
The man was young he was rather well dressed but wasn't ritch and he had those capitaving cheek bones that was simply to rare for her.Not someone she would guess was a pirate but she never knew."I have heard of a rumor around these parts and i grew curious."The man started as she looked up at him while still rubbing the same spot."A rumor about some girls dancing and having fun around these parts.I think i heard them calling it 'The Blackwood dance'?"She heard the male explain causing her to nearly snort a laugh hearing the name people had came up with.She bit the inside of her cheek to not smile to much before giving him an answer."Sadly they aren't around tonight."She stated staring him right in the eye trying to give him a hint.When suddenly a figure entering the building caught her attention."Can i get you anything else Mr?"She asked with a friendly smile."Nah that'd be all Miss."The man spoke as he lowered his hat gently almost bowing before leaving just as the familiar figure from earlier came closer,Mr Jones.
She've been truly struggling around her boss to keep her cool and not do something that'd cost her job.Walking around the bar he snuck up behind her."How is busniess going tonight?"He questioned causually as he pressed his body close to her.She knew what he had in mind but she wasn't going to give him the same thing that gained her this job."Busniess is good."She stated trying to ignore him as moved closer to her ear."No troubles?"He questioned and she knew what he was refering to.He was probably well aware of the fact that this place was often filled with dirt bags who didn't treat the bartenders very nicely at all.
Re: (the past) The Llandoger Trow
from Aneira_Greene on 06/01/2020 12:54 AM"I saw that." Aneira muttered as she passed Eris, but smiling to herself all the same. "You could buy a little pink dress?" She mimicked her last customer's voice with a roll of her eyes, setting a tankard down infront of a MUCH more polite gentleman. She could see the moon gleaming through a little paned window to the left, making patterns on the rough stone floor. The one glamorous thing here.
She pushed a wispy strand of hair back in her cap, a thin sheen of sweat coming from her brow in the process. It was sweltering in the pub, and with the door not opening so much now, the air had become clammy and hot. And if she doused the fire they would be drenched in darkness, which was a crisis worth averting. Aneira wove throught the groups of sailors, tray in hand, finally stopping at the small private room in the back. Someone had obviously paid well for the privacy, and she was almost excited to see who as she slipped in.
"Sirs, I believe you ordered the chicken, bread and ale?" She set the tray down, surverying the company. They were dressed decently, prehaps Upper-Middle class status. All men, and all looked weary, beards slightly untrimmed and most wearing gold earings. Aneira let out a slight, almost inaudible sigh. They were pirates, she would bet her life on it.
"Yes we did Lass." One said dismissievly, before looking up. "Why don't you join us for a pint?"
"I have work to do...."
"Now, do you think we should sail through the Kraken waters of Davy Jones locker, or risk the Bermuda Triangle, where Sirens lurk?" He interrupted Aneira, who stood stock still, very confused. "That's right lass, the waters of the west are filled with nasty beasties. How do you think Blackbeard met his end?"
Aneira frowned, relaxing slightly, one hand on the door handle. "Pray do tell."
Re: (the past) The Llandoger Trow
from ErisBlackwood on 06/01/2020 12:22 AMEris wasn't sure what she thought of the customers tonight.Most of them were truly a pain in the ass.Slapping her ass and making all kinds of dirty comments about her outfit and the way she look.However by this point in her career she had learned a few tricks.She played along with the drunken idiots."Hey sweet heart get me another beer!"Yet another slapped her ass causing her to stop for only a short moment truly wanted to punch him in the face.Putting on a fake smile she turned her head towards the man."Coming right up!"She spoke with a playful wink before heading back to the bar to get a new beer.A rather annoyed look on her face with how bloody annoying the customers were.If it wasn't for the fact that Mr Jones had reccently caught her doing one of her reckless stunts, by giving out free beer and spilling alot of it while pooring into the customer's mouth,something she truly enjoyed. Then she would probably have done something similar tonight.
She gave her colleage and friend Aneria a short encouraging look as she walked past,listening to her talking with the disgusting man by the bar.Shortly she made her way back to the man who had 'ordered' a drink from her."Here you go mister."She grinned walking up behind him as she strocke his arm in a seductive way,putting the drink infront of him even though his full attention was on her now."Yeah come here baby."He hummed in amusement.She let her hand move towards his wrist were he had a rather beautiful jewlery yet it was of a manly design something she wasn't used to see.With everyone around the table staring at her she smoothly removed the bracelet and wrapped it into her hand as she moved her hand back up and put the hand under the tray she prevoiusly were holding with her other hand,face still turned towards the man as she gave him a seductive look."Maybe another time handsome.I still have work to do."She cooed before moving away,turning away as she made her way back to the bar with a satisfied look on her face.She knew it was dangerous moves but she simply couldn't help herself.
(the past) The Llandoger Trow
from Aneira_Greene on 06/01/2020 12:05 AMAneira was done. Done with everything, from earning a pitiful allowance, to the smell of beer, to ale stains on her dress and the hole in her cap. The Llandoger Trow, Bristol docks, was home to allsorts of people who didn't want to be questioned, who either wanted to catch a date or drink away their worries. And that placed them in a prime position for Pirates who had docked in Bristol.
She had learnt at an early age not to expect too much from men, and the Barkeeper, Mr Jones, was no different. He expected his Barmaids to comply instantly to any demands given to them, to dress modestly but not too modestly, to know how to quiet a crowd and swindle money out of even the lowliest of saliors, and with no payrise out of it. And to do it all night. But they just had to tie their apron firmly around their waist a get on with it.
Tonight was particularly bad, a cold and wet night always brought many people, but in the aftermath of a storm tens of ships had taken refuge at the docks and had come to get bed and board here, or just to warm themselves up with ale. The odd woman drifted amongst the crowd, but it was mostly rowdy men who created the company tonight. The majority rather happy to insult Aneira at every oppurtunity.
"So, what brings you to such a rough part of town missy?" A man, sitting at the bar and waiting for his drink, leered. "Shouldn't you be at home caring for the Father? Eh? Women's place and all that?"
Aneira scowled with her back to him, concentrating on filling the tankard. He continued, to her distaste. "You know, you would look lovely in one of those little pink dresses from the mainstreet, how about you buy one for work tomorrow....." Aneira cut him off by slamming the tankard down.
"Oh shut up and drink your alcohol, idiot." She muttered, hands on her hips. He looked at her, eyebrows raised in an amused way. She grabbed his arm and twisted it around. "Now." Her voice was dangerously low as she let go, and he nodded, no longer feeling arrogant, and scuttled off.
Re: Demolished Dates And Amorous Altercations
from Cassian_Vanserra on 05/31/2020 11:41 PMCassian 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.
Re: Demolished Dates And Amorous Altercations
from Yrsa_Mareritt on 05/31/2020 10:57 PMYrsa 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.
Love is stronger than hate.
from Ronan_Seymour on 05/31/2020 10:22 PMAfter arriving in Tortuga, Ronan thought it was best to get back to the things he was used to. When he was younger, he would roam the streets of Tortuga without his parents knowledge. They would always be scared of where he was, though the young boy thought the streets of Tortuge were a place filled with lots of fun and adventure. He would often sneak up on the local brothel, where he would watch men having intercourse with women, just because he thought it was something strange. Never would he have thought that he himself would be one to visit the local brothels and there he was after being away on the sea for months: in a brothel with a redhead woman on his chest. He stroke her naked body with his fingertips as he had his arm folded below his head as a form of pillow. The woman was snuggled up on his naked boy and had her leg wrapped around his leg. Ronan groaned as he pushed her away.
"Begone, woman," he demanded as he got out of the bed. "I have more important things to do than to lay here for hours with you after you just gave me what I wanted." The woman looked a little shocked. "But sir, what about my payment?" she asked. "For goodness sake, woman, you should be happy you got to spend time with me to begin with." An eyebrow was raised as he took some gold coins from his purse. He threw them on the floor and got up, put on his clothes, took his belongings and walked out. "Worthless whore," he mumbled as he walked out of the room, walking back into the streets of Tortuga.
A grin appeared on his face as he looked around. There were lots of things to see: drunk men, naked women, fighting men and wild pigs running around. "Ah, Tortuga," he said with the same grin sticked to his face. "I'm glad to be back here. I've missed you. Damned seas." He kept mumbling to himself while walking towards one of his favorite places in Tortuga: the local pub.
Re: Demolished Dates And Amorous Altercations
from Cassian_Vanserra on 05/31/2020 10:17 PMCassian 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.
Re: Demolished Dates And Amorous Altercations
from Yrsa_Mareritt on 05/31/2020 09:51 PMYrsa 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.