<span style="font-style: italic">"Aye, yes a pirate. Iâ€™m not that great at hiding it."</span>She said with a devious edge in her voice<span style="font-style: italic">"But if you will the answer to your question my dear is simpler than most would think."</span>she said keeping a rather confident and entertained look. Simon honestly didn't mind he actually liked that he was being challenged by this woman. She took a large whole glass drink of rum and continued to reject the oncoming river of drunk and horn-dog men as the tavern became lively with music and cheer. She began to speak again after he had finished what he was saying<span style="font-style: italic">"I am looking for ship mates. Or crew. We lost a couple ship mates to the ever raging sea. The very sea that I love to sail on. So whatâ€™s a Pirate like you doing on these lands. And what may be your name sir?"</span><br/><br/>Simon took the bottle that the barkeep was about to pour into a glass and took a swig. He looked at her and gave her another sly smile before replying "Well actually my reason for being here is a bit more ............." he looked for a word that wasn't a complete lie "uncommon than you'd expect" he said a bit less certain of his wording "but before I tell you about that, my name is ..........." "unimportant" said a rather heavy English voice. A blade planted itself in the wood of the bar right next to his hand and face. The blade was thin and shiny enough to show his clear reflection "but me getting payed is and you're getting in the way of that" the man said, his face getting close to Simon's. Soon a shot rang out from the center of the tavern, quickly replacing the sounds of the cheery tavern with an ominous silence.<br/><br/>Simon gave a nervous chuckle and took another swig from the wine before speaking "well you se-" In one fluid motion Simon quickly kicked the man's foot from under him, spun from his seat, brought the bottle down on the man's head rendering him bloody and unconscious, and grabbed the sword from the bar table. He gave a satisfied smile and laugh "don't screw Simon Black bastards" he said brandishing the sword expertly and giving a proud "ha-HA!". The man with the gun caught his eye and quickly turned the gun on him. Simon looked wide eyed at the man "Bother" he said and then he swiftly dropped the sword,precisely hopped onto the bar and ran along it as the man shot bottles directly behind him. Glass and rum flew and soon the tavern was in panic. Simon would open his mouth to catch the wine but he feared that glass would come first.<br/><br/>He came to the end of the bar, hopped and grabbed a chandelier, and then landed on one of the tables. The man shot with good aim this time. Simon took the bracelet and threw it with extreme force like a spinning top. The bracelet knocked the bullet and the bracelet quickly spun back and he plucked it out of the air. He looked at it with a bit of appreciation and then gave a chuckle "you gotta admit that was pretty cool" he said to the guard with the gun, Simon still had the half smile on his face. The guard threw the gun and pulled the sword at his hip. Simon's half smile faded to wide-eyed worry and he hopped down from his perch atop the table.<br/><br/>Simon kicked the table forward and crouched to use it as a barrier and more or less a hiding place. As the man progressed toward the table Simon rolled to the next one and the next and so on. The guard quickly caught on and went to the next table over. Simon peered over and was almost decapitated by an oncoming slash of the sword. He got up and started to move around the large round table and the guard did the same. It became quite comical so the guard climbed atop the table "wrong choice" Simon almost sang. Simon kicked the table's top and the guard went crashing down. Simon ran to the door, stopped then turned around, pointed at the blonde woman and said to the barkeep "She's got this covered" he said making a quick circular motion with his finger "oh and love the music she's got my tip" then spun on his heels and walked out.