<span style="color: #000000">It was nightfall in the small shipping town called Drake's Peak,under the moonlight sky the streets lay littered with sailors looking for a nice rustle in the sheets ,whores looking for a bit of coin ,and drunken men who smell like rum.A tavern for the night but still bustling with action and music playing ever so loudly.Loud voices chattering back at one another about old tales or gossip,small disputes taking their course between violent customers.Beverages being served from left to right,drunkards passed out or sputtering nonsense all around.Chuckling men and giggling women all chat up about their interests.It was indeed a lively and lovely night to be out hanging here in the saloon,also how one knew something was going to occur before the night's end.Never could one pass up on these wondrous occasions,all sorts of things happened but nothing all too thrilling.At this very moment a time began to roll in a fashion,a fashion were history is going to be made yet again,new tales will be told in the ages to come,and new generations to rival them.<br/><br/>A arm rose up to grab the drink of cold rum set in front of it's person,slender finger wrapping themselves around the clear cold glass,slowly being led to the luscious lips of a woman soon after.The glass lowered and a bright smile was set on a lovely face."Thanks Randy, how about another."A woman's voice rang out,sounding sweet but bitter in it's own way.Tossing her black locks to the side,letting them falling over her shoulder and lay against her thigh.She sighed in content,loving the way the scent of this place smelled,as she sat side ways at the bar counter she slid her hand along the fine wood that the counter was made from.A hand laid on her shoulder,"How are you this fine night?" Her light hazel eyes slowly met the gaze of a gray eyed man,handsome lad he was indeed.His dark navy blue hair ,short cropped but a long low ponytail hanging as long as her own hair."Wonderful that you just sit here and watch the fun lass,why not join it and fair well with the rest of us gents and ladies?" He suggested,giving her the most charming grin she has ever seen thus far.<br/><br/>"Darling,"She began,eyes sparkling in the lit lights, letting her hand reach to his handsome face."Fun is everywhere I go.But ,so is my love for watching this old place light up as it has tonight."Her smile grew wider while he grabbed her hand and kissed it be fore speaking."I must say,I respect you for that.I will take my leave ma'am."He walks away flashing her a smile."A beautifully polite and charming man he was."She muttered before returning her gaze to the crowd.She glanced at the counter and found she had gotten her drink minutes ago,scooping it into her hand she took a sip and and smiled as she observed him from afar.<br/>He seemed the adventurous type, he reminded of her of days at sea with her long dead captain.Those days she remember like it had just happened,all the laughing,joking,drinking,fighting,and the looting.To her they were the closest thing as a family she could have ever had.Truly they were the only ones she ever actually cared for but,nothing seems to last for ever.Shame,she looked forward to spending her life on a boat with them.Well dream crushed.<br/><br/>After the incident she had been somewhat forced to live a normal life,one she didn't ever want to get used to.Weaving a hand through her hair and set the cup down and stood from her seat.It was time get some fresh air then maybe ,just maybe come back inside.As she walked through the tavern,she had to dodge swinging arms,and stumbling men to reach the door.Opening it the door hinges creaked and squeaked,she walked through it being greeted by the ocean smelling wind.Stepping to the side so she would get hit with the door,gazing up at the moon ,Corsett touched the scar on her face.Letting out a breath she tore her eyes away from the moon and suddenly yawned."Hm..back to the party.."She uttered ambling back in into the tavern,and went back to her seat.</span><br/><br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #800000">Surrounded by women batting their eyes and giving cute giggles here and there,Ralthier adored the attention he was grasping from the juicy hearts they all possessed.As charming as he was it was almost easy to grab anyone's attention,it flocked his way like a seagull to fish.Taking a woman's hand he spun her around twirling her then pulling her close,the scent of sweet lavender reached his nose and a grin crossed his face."You smell of wonders,my dear."He cooed into her ear while holding her close,he pulled her away from him slightly feeling she was to close for a lady.She giggled like a ditz at his comment and clung to him making sure she stayed close,propping her breast against his chest which were popping further out of her shirt, she smiled then rested her head on his shoulder.In the core of his mind he laughed,'Ha, such sultry.' Pulling away for a second time ,"Ah,Well I must retire from the floor...I really need a drink.' With a pouting woman let behind,he scattered away.' Women....an their ways.' he thought sitting down at the bar.<br/><br/>He groaned in annoyance and propped his face on his arm,sure he loved to party here and there but he wanted to get wild and explore do things he never thought he could do.He'd been here all his life and now he was ready to leave.Hating to sit still and looking for a thrill was more like him,but unfortunately he couldn't find one here.The women too easy and the men only caught in the game,with a roll of his eyes he muttered to himself.His dream to become rich and his goal to to be known was always so long away.As a child he wished he could be much like the Bloody Dragon,a pirate who was a clever and hated man.He knew of treasures beyond measure and had some sort of renown ,whether it had been fame or infamy didn't matter.The story of the old pirate tales always intrigued him,and it seemed to be the talk of the town more than anything else.<br/><br/>He could remember his days sitting on the floor of a man he used to call Grampa's tavern,it was named Crying Sailor,it wasn't to popular by the common folk but it provided a place to sleep and a place to drink and eat.But that was years ago,it was gone and so was the elder who had it running.When that man died he ended up back outside with the prostitutes who claimed the street.True they were kind women at heart,with some of them being just down right gross, but hey beggars can't be choosers if their housing you and feeding you.They taught him many lessons about women,men,and the benefits of sex.He developed a motto because of them."Get your pleasures when and whenever you can." He was raised to take his pleasures where they could be found,though that was quite often consider his sly charm.He's also always had a way with making the best of his situations he finds him self...rather stuck in.He didn't know if it was indulging in vice or if he was simply trying to convince himself of that.Stealing what moments he could at any time had served him well though,most days.As it seemed everyone had learned to do the same.<br/><br/>In his eyes growing up the way he did,he really had no choice but to.Still he looked at in a way of saying at least he didn't grow up alone.Never asking any one to give him more than what they were willing,which was always good for him.On the streets he learned to appreciate what he had ,but was it so wrong to have more at this point.Yeah he had a home ,and a bit of good coin now ,however,how long would that keep him from falling off the edge of boredom.He felt if he was going to die in life he might as well go out being known by the world as Ralthier the great haha.Never looking to live but really looking to be someone of importance or part of history,he would love his tales to be told across the sea..but t'was a child's dream he supposed.</span>