<a class="postlink" href="http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y370/mahes666/Men/Pirate.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>James "The Bloody" Drake, had lead a very tumultuous life to say the very least.  He was constantly either lonely, on the brink of death from an assassination attempt, or in a fight that would result in (if he wasnt careful) him locked up in the stocks for a day.<br/><br/>Today, he was riding on his priced ship, the Dulcinae.  It had sails that were once white, now bloodied with the masacres, he loved to take part in.  He smiled looking up, seeing ravens pick at the hanging bodies swinging from the mast and chuckled.  He had to say, he did love his life right now.  He took a poor starving orphan child and raised him up to be the most feared pirate on the seas.<br/><br/>James, was 6'3.  Rumors had him though that he was 7'0.  His chocolate hair floated on the breeze of the sea.  A black bandana secured his hair out of his face.  Today, he was wearing a light blue shirt, and simple slacks.  He was never without his gun and sword, however.  His boots made little to no sound as he walked across the cleaned deck.  His only companion, Redolfo, a ferret, sat perched upon his shoulder as he made his way to the front of the ship, which had a beautiful sculpted mermaid reaching for something on the horizon.<br/><br/>The direction of the ship now, was to take a minor break on his private island.  Not just to put the gold that was pilfered, into safe keeping, but to give the men a break.  Hurricane season was near and it was unwise to sail in such weather.  They were about three days away, and he could hardly wait to see his harem girls again and just take a breather from being James the bloody.  Maybe shave, take on a few women for fun.  He ran his hand along his stubble grinning, yes he would have a lot of fun.