An unexpected visit

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it. She looked at the messy script for the hundreth time and refolded it, placing it back into her pocket. She crouched lower in her seat and pulled the wide brimmed hat lower on her face. She felt her neck, making sure her long locks were securely hidden. Cautiously she glanced up as a tall figure approached her.

"Need anything else mate?" the scantily clad woman asked, running her hand across the top of Amalia's head playfully. Amalia swatted the woman's hand away and grunted a no. She kept her head down, listening carefully at the obsene chatter

She looked up suddenly as two men began to fight very near her...

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia jumped as a man crashed into the table very near her own. She stood up suddenly, nearly loosing her hat. A nearby man sneered at her.

"What you lookin at, ye puny git."

Amalia's face hardened but for once, she bit her tongue and remained silent, knowing that if she were explosed there would be sever consequences

[Ian Rick]

"Well? You gonna answer im?" Ian hated rudeness, unless it was called for or, if he was drunk.


(( Im drunk ))

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia looked up to see yet another drunken man. She scowled, and in what she believed what her best male-pirate voice, she said "You talkin to me?" She knew she was not a believable man

[Ian Rick]

"Yah, I'ma talkin to yah" Ian replied, then burst out laughing. "Ha Ha. Youve got yourself one funny voice thar." And with that, stummbled, and fell.

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia jumped as the Pirate fell, him nerly landing on her feet. "Its not as though you can hear straight you cur!"

[Ian Rick]

"What was that ya motherless son-of-cow" Ian said trying to stand.

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia drew her sword from its sheath, pointing at the man's neck. She kicked him away from her with her foot. She smiled wickedly and looked around her, feeling many eyes on her.

[Ian Rick]

Ian got up very slowly, but he did, and pulled out his cutlass.
'You dolt' Ian thought to himslef 'You can't fight! You're drunk!'
'Yes I can' he repiled mentaly,

"Yah, sure ya wan' do this?"he asked" Why fight when thar's rum to be drunk?"

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia smiled again, more wickedly this time. She turned her body to swing her sword at the man. Then, she felt a lightness on her head. She looked down, to see her hat on the ground, her long curls laying on her shoulder. She had been exposed.

[Ian Rick]

"A Lass?!" he yelled in surprise and sheathed his cutlass. He may have consumed enough rum to fill the english channel, but he still had morals ( or at least some of em ).
"A Lass, I just don't belive it..."
'And that kick hurt' he though to himself.

[Amalia Crowe]

"Aye," Amalia said, smiling. "What, now you will not fight?" She eyed him, her wicked smile stillplayingon her face.

[Ian Rick]

"Nup" and Ian turned around, and ordered more rum.



(( i ran out of ideas ))

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia laughed viciously and bent low to pick up her hat, hoping that not too many people had discovered who she was. She shoved her curls insight the hat, placed her sword back in its sheath, and sat back down, eyeing the drunken pirate

[Ian Rick]

"'Ere, Hav some rum, on me" Ian said, swaying lightly and sliding some rum to her.




(( i just made this suck ))