<span style="font-style: italic">"Barkeep, bring me anything and make sure it's strong"</span>a slim built rather handsome looking man spoke. He had blonde slicked black hair and blue eyes that screamed trouble maker to her. But that was just the kinda guy that she liked to find in a tavern. Not some goody-toe shoe who is male and doesnâ€™t know shit about the reality of life. Then the man turned his head to speak to her. Which would of caught her off guard that is if she hadnâ€™t already been looking at him before. But she was not looking at him however when he spoke. She was too busy dousing down her eighth cup of rum<span style="font-style: italic">. "So what's an innocent girl like you doing here ?"</span>His voice was drenched in what could only be described as sarcasm.<br/><br/>She went to say something that would clearly prove she was in no way innocent. However before she could even utter a word the man was speaking again , and she was just setting down the glass of rum.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm joking with the cliches.  You aren't used to this life" </span>His hands gestured to the crowd. The man was quite right about that she really wasnâ€™t use to this life. By far she was more of a ship captain and rather felt safer on sea than on land.<span style="font-style: italic"> "I can see it in your eyes, so let me begin again" </span>The man seemed to stop her hand in mid motion. Her hand was heading right for the rum glass that when the bartender served the man-happened to refill her cup as well.  His hands seemed to graze her arm, and before she knew it one of her bracelets were slipped off. Just like that in one smooth motion.<span style="font-style: italic"> "What's a pirate like you doing here?"</span>He asked her as her head snapped over to look at the gold bracelet that was dangling from his fingers.<br/><br/>"Aye yes a pirate. Iâ€™m not that great at hiding it." She smiled a sly smile. "But if you will the answer to your question my dear is simpler than most would think. " Jewel loved to toy with men. One thing that always kept her on top at night. She almost laughed but held in her laughter. " 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?" Of course she was here with more reason than just that. But why rat all her secrets out. Mainly she wanted jewels and men from this island. Though she knew of the fairy tale as one would call about very particular jewels. The very jewels that she had at least promised herself she would find.<br/><br/>In midst of what the other man was saying the tavern slowly swung into dance around them. Like every tavern there was a moment that fun sparks, and it was always from the most interesting of characters. This other man  that sparked it was a man playing the violin like an expert-long chestnut brown hair that seemed to cover a little bit of his eyes. An interesting man to say the least. A man that wasnâ€™t too stunning, but not bad looking at the same time. However the man that was speaking held her ultimate attention.<br/><br/>She  sipped what had to have been her tenth cup of rum. Though her head was feeling no different than it had when she first walked in. But even if she felt no different that did not mean that the alcohol was not affecting her. A few straggly drunk men had tried to ask her to dance-with their barely audible language. Of course her answer was no. Not only because of the man next to her , But also because  dancing was something she avoided like the wind. It reminded her of a time when she was innocent, and she disliked being innocent. So she liked to sit and watch the party from afar-just to enjoy the atmosphere but never to be apart of it. She scanned the room for a split second  with her turquoise eyes till she landed on a pair that were dancing. Her ears were still listening to other man. It was just she was scanning the options of men she had to take to bed with her. So far only three seemed liable. One being the man next to her, two being the violinist, and three being the ever so handsome dancer.<br/><br/>The man caught her eye in mid dance. Her eyes seemed to glance the man from top to bottom assuring herself that his movements were rather pretty to watch. The way the pair danced seemed to light up the room, and she once again turned down another hopeless sap that wanted to dance with her right in front of the very man she was having a conversation with. How rude of the patrons to ask her to dance when she was very well occupied by another man.<br/><br/>she quickly snapped her head back to attention when she looked at the man next to her. She waited for him to finish speaking, even with the loud festivity that seemed to go on around her. Her hand seemed to sip what was probably a 12 cup of rum. Her eyes were glued to his, and she did want her gold bracelet back, but it was just one out of so many others. She was sure she could find another prettier one. But if the man wanted it so bad she would make him pay for it one way or another. She smiled preparing herself to answer him.