The crowd was buzzing and drinks were flowing. A beautiful night to have some fun.<br/><br/>"Gather 'round! Gather 'round!" Eleanor shouted from behind the bar, beckoning at the ever-growing queue of pirates. She had managed to slip her way round without anyone noticing and had began pouring tankards of ale for the customers. Little did they know that the money they were paying was going into her pocket rather than to the owner.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen you 'round here before." One man said, taking the tankard from her and handing her some coins. He suspiciously looked her up and down, unsure of what to think.<br/><br/>"Er, yeah! Well that's 'cus I started yesterday, innit!" She replied chirpily, her British cockney accent strong. The man didn't look so convinced at her lie as he sipped on the froth of his ale. "...Anyway. Break time for me!" She grinned, hurdling over the counter and escaping off into the busy crowd.<br/><br/>She linked arms with one of the male pirates, spinning him round to the beat of the music. Her black wavy hair whipped round as she danced. Hazel eyes lit up with excitement. It wasn't everyday she could have fun, most of the time she was working on the ship. She made her way to the other side of the tavern, sweeping a glass of wine up from a table and chugging it in one.<br/><br/>"What are we?!" The girl shouted out to the crowd, waiting for the response: "Pirates!"