Scarlet followed a little behind the crowd of scurvy toothed men and women. Her long brown boots clacking along the ground as she made her way almost nonchalantly into the pub. Her hand was firmly on the sheathed but swaying cutlass that seemed to never leave her hip. For a brief moment, she stayed by the entrance and surveyed the sight. "Seems all the wastrels spent little time getting tipsy" she said while only half joking at her own words. Dark brown hair in its usual ponytail, she made her way through a few of the rowdy members.<br/><br/>"Do that side stepping to the right-" she announced defensively to one of the men as he spun and tried to link her arm with his. She herself spun not so gracefully out of the way, half cursing the man while shaking her head. "You didn't get me before, and you wont get me this time Mr. Stone!" she announced back to him, recognizing his small baby face and big black beard.<br/><br/>She grabbed an unmanned tankard off the counter and downed half of it just before Eleanor started her chant. The rest of the crowd going along with it, which held little surprise for her. "Pirates!, we are pirates!" went off all around her for the longest time. She managed to force her way through, and as she sat herself at an empty table to the side she raised her mug to the shouting Eleanor. "Pirates!" she half called in unison to the others.<br/><br/>Not unusually Scarlet sat alone and observed the scene, almost smiling. The 28 year old was not quite accustomed to the livelihood of the crew. It wasn't that she was new, or that she disliked it. She had just been thinking a lot about her life choices recently. Lots of which she knows she should regret, but doesn't.<br/><br/>She shook her head but once more and raised her tankard, downing it and pounding it onto the table with the resounding thud of wood on wood. "Eh Eleanor! doesn't it get chilly wearing half a shirt'n breaches all the time!" she prodded playfully. Allowing herself to be lost in the fun of the night.