Restless « Thread Started on Jul 24, 2007, 8:34pm »
Dylan strode into the bar, her leather boots thumping softly against the wooden floor. She wore a white buccaneer's shirt with a soft brown leather vest over it, with soft leather breeches to match that. Her shoulder length hair was held back by a strip of colored cloth.
She ordered a bottle of rum at the bar and sat down. She'd been stuck in Tortuga for the past week and a half and it was starting to drive her crazy. Dylan Hart was not meant for land. Her one and only love was the sea. She sighed as she took a drink.
Hearing a sigh from a young lady near, Kate gave a frown. She herself had had entierly to much to drink that night, and she somehow had feelings, human feelings. Cheers. Why glum, lad? She asked, mistaking her words and calling the girl a male. Lass? She inquired, leaning against a near post and giving a frown. A major headache wasn't going to stop her from getting a few crew members that night, that's for sure.
Dylan looked up from her moping to see a pretty woman looking at her. It was also a mildly drunk woman. She shrugged, leaning back in her seat, putting her feet up off the table to push the chair up on two legs. She gestured about her.
"I've been stuck here fer a week an' a half." she replied in a huffy tone. She wasn't being huffy to the woman, she was being huffy towards her situation. "Wasn' meant fer land." she said, elaborating.
so...Ye be lookin' fer sea? She stated, now thinking about her slow formed sentances. But are ye lookin' fer work? She asked, wondering if the female would be interested in pulling her own wieght on a ship. Smirking, the female turned her three point hat for an unknown reason, a habit of hers, and gave a smile.
"Aye, I be lookin' fer the sea." Dylan replied. "Aye, work too, if ye can give it to me." she went on. She'd been a pirate since they'd rescued her from those feaux British fops. She couldn't remember where she had come from, but she knew it couldn't have been from their world. She knew that she must have been born at sea, for she seemed to wilt on land. "What be yer proposition?" Dylan asked.
RULES FOR THE C-BOX
please don advertise in the c-box its not what its meant for. If you want to advertise go to the advertisement board, and advertise there.
Please no cussing (well not alot atleast)
No Fighting.
No saying or talking About stuff (no calling people mean names)
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