((Ru can you please use ooc?

Geez, love how that’s the first thing I say when I get back XP Sorry  for being away so long, busy over the holidays XP But I got a laptop for Christmas, but it always drops the wifi signals which sucks and I only get the internet for like two seconds. Anywyas, I’m busy with project this week so I’ll try to get this on started soon. If not I vote….Winter to start XD Or someone else can as long as you guys don't go to far without me. So what I was thinking was that our pirates have just left their hideout and are in a town not under the battalion, and its about mid afternoon and they’re doing whatever, gypsies are performing, the guys hitting the tavern, the women doing whatever XP

I’ll try to get on soon. Once again I’m really sorry guys XP)) 

Kyin looked around the tavern, his dagger and sword hanging from his belt. He had his gun strapped to his thigh. He knew many of these people, always in there anyways, and he just didn't like talking. Although, his shipmates were here too. He looked across the table at his brother and others. "Well, i can't believe we are actually here... Without.. those guys.." He yawned.

Riku's was attacked to his thigh and he knew what his brother meant. He remoed the candy from his mouth and bit it in half. "True, but then again, we can't be comfortable yet.." He smiled and put one half in his mouth. He yawned and looked at his shipmates. "Neh?"

Emmett stumbled, drunkedly, into an ancient, soldier-filled tavern, laughing eccentrically to himself, and shuffled up to a large, mahogany bar. He attempted to lean against the bar, his head tilted lopsidedly, but he couldn't retain the precarious stance, so he sat atop a four-legged stool. "Avast, ye... landlubbers," he muttered stupidly, yielding his golden sword, Dorado, from it's shaft. He turned towards the bartender desperately. "Give me..." He barely squeaked out, "A tall rum," he exhaled.

The bartender completely ignored the unsober fool, who was lost in his own world, counting the number of planks that the floorboards consisted of. Of course, being as uneducated as he was, Emmett barely could remember 'one.'

"What a *******.  Drunken pirate," the Bartender muttered scornfully. "Can't even buy a stupid drink with those forged coins."

Everyone knew who Emmett was, but he was wild when he was drunk. It was best to leave him be. Unless he happened to pa.ss out...

Seconds later, the Pirate Captain was snoozing idly.

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Esmerelda sat, hidden in her quarters on the ship she lived on, Diablo. It was a dangerous place for her to be, docked at the port of her fiancee's colony. Her treachery could result in death sentencing, or worse, humiliation. She laid worredly on her bed, ready to slap any male pirates who decided to barge in "accidentally." It wouldn't be the first time they tried anything on her.

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Greyson stood outside of the tavern, knowing if he started drinking, he'd go into a mad rage. He was startled to see Public Enemy #1, Captain Emmett Neill, bustle into the tavern. If there was anything likeable about the dastardly man, it was his courage.

He fingered the ring he had given Esmerelda so many months ago. He put it gently into his pocket each morning since she disappeared, the day she had gone missing, leaving only her engagement ring on his dresser. He sighed mournfully, forgetting all about the chaos about to ensue in the tavern.

My Sarah, where have you headed? What I would give to merely know you resume your ever-precious life...

((Greyson is 'unrealistically' romantic. So what? Emmett was so not, I had to balance it out. xD P.S, Esmerelda will be called 'Sarah' by Greyson, because that was her name before Emmett kidnapped her. Also, he doesn't know Emmett kidnapped her.))

Riku looked at the Captain. "Not again.. Damn this drunk man.." He walked over, grabbed the pirate by his shirt collar and heaving him onto his back. He grabbed his legs and held his amrs around his neck. "Hey, i'll take him back.." He walked to the doors, kicking them open and walkin gout, noticing a man standing by the tavern. His gaze froze for a minute then he continued to walk. "Hey,Captain.. Captain! wake up damn it! You are very heavy when your a drunk man!" He walked along the dock, trying not to draw attention, then again, he was carrying Public Enemy #1.

(if this is even possible. XD)

Emmett suddenly stirred, waking up from his short-lived dream, of who-knows-what. Of course, it surprised him, first that he was moving without himself choosing to direct his body anywhere, and second, when he found that one of his crew was carrying him off.

"Ehm, excuse me Riku, but if you'd put me down..." He trailed off, still slightly drunken, though past the point of reason. "I am sorry to tell you that if you feel such pa.ssions for me, I must decline them," he jested, rubbing bits of fragmented dust from his eyelids. "Now, where exactly was I, boy?" He inquired confusedly, his bewildered ex
pression a sight for sore eyes. "Ah, yes, I faintly remember. The tavern, I believe..?" He asked thoughfully, little faith in his conclusion, despite it's correctness.

He leapt out of the crew member's arm, a giddy spring in his step. "Have you seen the Batallion, as of late?" He thought outwardly.

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Esmerelda shrouded herself in dense, brightly colored garments, so that she looked to be an average gypsy strolling through town. She was tired of waiting for the men to return. Guessing they were frollicking in the tavern like the barbarians she had grown accustomed to, she, barefoot, glided her way through the bustling crowd, and neared the tavern.

From a distance away, she recognized his face. She furled the fabrics of her face to cover up her mouth, and danced slowly through the doorway, past the man who was once her fiancee. She briefly gave him a cold look, as all gypsies give to staring men, but quickly continued on, to not draw too much notice.

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Greyson shook his head as the two scalawags bounded out of the doorway, looking like the complete fools he knew pirates to be. He intercepted a glance from the concious pirate, whom he had never before heard of, but shook it off, and stayed outside, sloshing water down his gullet to provide it refuge from the blistering sun.

Many he had never before met walked through that doorway, but one he remembered particularly well, although he couldn't figure her identity.

The woman he found attractive, overly dressed in linens, her mouth covered. She gave him a bizarre gaze, so he averted his eyes, though he thought of her beauty until she disappeared behind a tavern wall.

Not only did I become untrue to my sweet Sarah, but my eyes see a gypsy woman? T'is transgression and nothing more.

(posting tomaro....)

((Oh f***. Geez guys I was gonna start -flails- now my intro like useless.

And I said earlier that the battalion wasn't even supossed to be in the town. I was gonna have them all in a meeting discussing the situation and battle strategies XP))