<div class="floatleft"><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Walking into the Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, cockney accent.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open</div><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)</div><br/>The lone figure of Thomas, the pirate carpenter, sat expectant, his eyes traveling over the Blue Iguana.  A bid to kill time, rather than out of any real curiosity.  The press of bodies didn't bother him, he didn't care if they were filthy, lice infested degenerates, that carried disease like the rats that scurried about the ships while at sea.  He felt at home, surrounded by these people, Pirates, sailors, they were all the same on a basic level.  He could even count the differences between his new ship mates, and those that flew under the East Indian flag, on one hand.  Although to be fair, he couldn't count unless he used the ten fingers on his hands, or the ten toes on his feet.<br/><br/>But his musings were drawing short, and his eyes no longer took in the details of peoples faces.  He did glance a little longer than necessary at a  over at a man dressed in fancy clothes.  He shook his head, and couldn't help but think that such finery was basically begging to be lifted from the warm body underneath them.  When a tipsy looking barmaid latched onto him, the lips on his face twitched upwards, and he went back to looking for his own barmaid, so he could get his grog and drink it before he expired from a sober induced stupor.<br/><br/>And than finally, as if god himself above wanted him to get nice and inebriated, the crowds parted, and a swarthy looking boar of a bar wench came sidling up to him.  Her large hips swaying, and her bosom, as large as two ripe mellon's strained against the tight fabric of her uniform.  Anticipating the drops of liquid dew on his tongue, he sent her a wink, and she returned with a saucy shake of her limp hair.  Their exchange was short, and she left him with the knowledge that she'd return with a frothy tankard of Ale, to sate his thirst, and clawing hunger for that which drink could only give you.<br/><br/>His eyes didn't rest on her plump behind as she sauntered away, she reminded him of his mam, god rest her soul, and that didn't breed lust in his loins.  As his eyes slipped from her retreating figure, he fell backwards into his chair, slumping back in a bid to make himself nice and comfortable in the chair he'd be using for the rest of the night and into the wee morning hours of the next day.<br/><br/>It was while he was making himself comfortable that he spotted a scuffle almost start a little ways away from him.  But he didn't much care about it, and went back to his own musings.  All the same, he let his hand fall heavily on the hammer that hung from his belt.  He'd been on the sea long enough to know when to keep his guard up, in case he needed to break a few heads in.<br/><br/>