<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/8ac5fc45copy-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.rickysnyc.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/6/2/62487.jpg">http://www.rickysnyc.com/media/catalog/ ... /62487.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>Jacoda Crow, one of the most infamous of the pirates in the entire world. The worlds greatest escape artist and the most eccentric seeming personality you ever will meet. He always enjoyed these gatherings of the pirate ranks. Blending in and mixing with others of the normal society. Was it as tranquil and serene as it was appearing to be at the moment? Yes. Was it going to last that way the whole night through? Not at all. It never did. The men and women of the sea came to party. Came to dance. Mingle and interact before sailing off into the sunrise once more. To each they adorned a mask. Some made by hands and others created in mass bulk. Of course when you gathered together the masses of the warriors and rebels of the sea...chaos...is sure to follow.<br/><br/>He looked rather dashing in his current garbs. The outfit he wore would be the closest thing to a tuxedo that anyone would ever see him in. A blank shirt whose sleeves were completely absent yet the shirt bore no tears or stains. The pants hole free and made of a sort of satn material that flowed in an almost suit like sort of way. To finish off the look was a long sleeved jacket with fancy buttons. The black outfit seemed to suit the entire theme of this masquerade ball. It was fancy but still a piratey affair.<br/><br/>The pirate lord was rather bored. Nothing out of the ordinary. No rare gem amongst the jewels. His gaze surveyed the party for an unfamiliar face. For a dress he had not seen before. A presence in which he was drawn to much like a moth to the flame. Then...there she was. As if summoned by the mere thoughts and wishings of his mind. He pushed off the wall at the far back on which he had been leaning. Wenches and barmaids were a plenty. This woman's very presence screamed mystery and unknown. It drew her in closer. Very much like a moth to an open flame. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. His form weaved his way in and out of the dancing bodies. His gaze...never tore from her. His goal quite set in his mind. Just one dance. It wouldn't hurt to have just one dance.<br/><br/>In his mind... In his eyes... There was just the two of them. The nearer he drew the more he began to realize...she was heading towards the door. He got there without a moment to spare. His eyes took her in. A dark midnight blue behind the mask of black and gold. "Leaving so soon?" He asked. His accent was different and sensual like a lover's caress at the end of a long and lonely day. The tones and lithes to it made it exotic and unknown. "Perhaps just a dance before you leave...?" He said as he got closer. Holding out his hand. "I think just a small walk on the wild side will be quite fun. Just one time..." He said softly. A playful gleam and a lively expression upon his face.