Jensiene tapped her foot irratably as her crew took what seemed like aaalll the time in the world to get ready for sail once again. The Ninian, her vessel, was currently docked in Port Charles. A ragtag looking place, but no place that she'd ever been before. She turned her head around, and yelled at a few of her A.B.S. "'Ey! get yer arses moving, would'ja? I'd rather not stay here much longer, meself! I'd much rather enjoy the safety of the Cove!" She yelled at the crew, loading things up onto the ship via hoist and bridge. Cannonballs, powder, food, and unsalted water, all things being hefted onto the ship. The meatheads increased their working pace, but to Jensiene, it wasn't enough.

"SCARS!" Her voice roared out again. A pale green haired man poked his head over the side of the ship, looking down at her. He answered with his smooth, and charming voice. "Mmmnn... Yes Captain?" He asked, with a slight smirk.
"How much damn longer are these louts goin' to take? I'm starting to get irratable...."
"Yell all you want, Captain." He said in his suave voice , taking a sarcastic undertone. "But there is no way we're leaving this port today. And if we're LUCKY, we can leave port in two days. But those Navy brutes sure did do a number on her this time."
"The Ninian has had worse..."
"Right she has. But that doesn't mean we need to take chances of having a damaged ship, Captain."
"Bah! Useless..."
"I know you're frustrated Captain.... But alas, there is nothing we can do. Go into that shabby little town, and find a pub or something. I can handle everything here."
Jensiene growled. "Aaalright...you have permission ta stop and join me in town before dusk. No point in havin' an exausted crew."
"Right-o, Captain." The man said, before his head disapeared over the side of the ship again.

She looked back up to the side of her boat. "GEESE!" Was the next name she shouted out. A voice echoed out from what seemed to be the high heavens...but was actually the crow's nest.
"YEEES'M?!" It shouted down.
"KEEP THE WATCH! SEND SOMEONE AFTER ME IF THERE BE NAVY NEAR!" She yelled back up.
"AYE AYE!" The voice confirmed. "BUT I THINK WE BE IN THA CLEAR, CAPT'N. NO SIGNS OF SHIPS FOR... A' LEAST TWO HOURS NOW"
She didn't respond to the voice vocally, but she looked up. The sun blocked he view of the man, so her hand shot into the sky with a thumbs up, which she was sure he returned.

Finally, she turned her attention towards the bow of the ship. "DAART!" She screamed.
A shorter, more muscular man jumped up onto the edge of the ship. "You raang, Capt'n?" He said, grinning.
"Damn right I did." She replied. "How long would it take us to reach the cove from here?"
"No less than half a day, Capt'n. Did the calculatin' already."
"Good on ya. Help Scars with the supplies. And tell Red he's comin' with me. New guys enjoy a drink with the Captain."
"Aye aye, Jen." He turned around, to look back toward the ship. "Ey! Red! You're goin' ashore wit' tha Capt'n. Enjoy, ya lucky bast'rd." Dart shouted, getting down from the edge.

"Going to have to pass on that, Captain!" A younger, but still masculine voice rang out. "Not much of a drinker!"
Jensiene raised an eyebrow. "Where in the bowels o' hell did I find ya, Red... ya can out-sword me, and you're a sober?"
"Sorry to disapoint!" The voice called back. "I'm a lightweight anyway!"
"Ya won't be after a few nights with me, ya yellow bastard!" She called up to him with a chuckle.
"You're halarious, Captain. Now shoo, shoo! Go enjoy yourself!"
"You're payin' for talkin' to me like that when I get back. It's off with ya tongue!"
"I'd expect no less, from you. Now shoo!" the male voice called back to her.

She smirked as she began to walk away. At least she could depend on her crew to get things done while she was away. She had grown pretty attached to them, kind of like a large family.But she digressed. It was time to enjoy herself.

She walked past the docks, and looked around. The town didn't look terrible; far from the worst she had ever seen. It had a few stores, a few houses...and a fairly nice looking tavern. "Jack's, huh?" She said, looking over the pub. "Let's go see what Jack has to sell..." She said. She walked up to he door and pushed it open: She was greeted by the smell of alcohol, food, and cheap harlots (And yes, they have a smell). It was almost stepping back into Ferdinant's back at her hometown. She took a step inside, and looked around. The place was crowded! Though, seeing how it was the only place to drink, that wasn't surprising. She made her way up to the bar, and to her dismay all of the seats were taken. She smirked. Oh well. I'll just have to make room. A scene, too, but all's fair in tavern warfare. She thought to herself.

She walked up behind the beefiest patron sitting at the bar she could pick out, whom, by his looks, hadn't even gotten his drink yet. She walked up beside of him, and grined. She created the sweetest voice she could manage. "Excuse me sir.... do you think I could sit there?" She asked, her fake angelic voice standing out lightly.
"Piss off, wench. I'm thirsty. Go try and give a blow to someone who cares." The man gruffly responded.
"Ow." Jensiene said, resuming her normal voice. "Kitty has fangs. Why the agressiv-.."
"I said beat it, ya bitch. I ain't int'rest'd in wha'cha sayin'." He interrupted.
"Okaaaay." She said, shrugging. "I guess we can do this tha hard way." Jenseine grabbed the man's hair, gripping his scalp tightly, before slamming it into the bar, his skull making a loud "WHUMP" as she smashed it against the rosewood. She then jerked his head backards, causing him to fall out of the stool. He held his face shortly, groaning in pain. He moved his hands to find himself face to barrel of a flintlock pistol. Jensiene spoke up again. "You don't drink today, chump. Go home and cry about it." She said, pulling the hammer back. The man quickly got up, and began to flee from the pub.

Jensiene smirked, and looked around the pub. The entire building's eyes were upon her. She simply sat down, and holstered her pistol. "Hey, Barkeep. Drinks are on me!" She said, with a laugh. A few of the men inside cheered, and other laughed and roared. She was quickly gaining a reuptation here already!

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As the drinks in the pub were passed out Faith snatched one from one of the waiters. She drank deeply, feeling rather dehydrtated and all. Her beautiful brown eyes searched around for something else to snatch. She casually walked around the pub and every so often her hand would shoot out and grab a valuable. Faith looked around, wondering if anyone had seen her, then pressed herself into the shadows and took another sip of the alcoholic beverage.
"Now aren't you a pretty?" a gruffly voice said.
The theif's eyes flashed to see a man beside her, his eyes patrolling her body. "Bug off," she growled and began to scoot away. He grabbed her bisept and pulled her close to him. She could smell how drunk he was just by his breath.
"Isn't this pretty going to reward me?"
"I said bug off," Faith snapped and gave him a rough push away from her. He staggered backwards in a drunk fashion, then got all stiff and tough looking. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled it upwards. She went rigid from the pain but continued to glare daggers at him.
He whispered into her ear, "Common, I'll pay you?" He laughed huskily, eyes blazing.
With the swing of her foot Faith came in contact with his groin. He recoiled immediatly, abandoning her chunk of hair to assist his family. She took quick advantage of her situation and pulled her double barrel pistols, one in each hand. "I said bug off," she shouted. "So leave me alone!"

Hunny was serving the drinks that night, and let her tell you, it had been a very long night. She already had to deal with the difficult customers that come in early in the afternoon, and now when it was late at night, the perverts came out. Not many fights, except for that one lady who smashed one of the patrons heads against the bar. she made herself a mental note, not to mess with this woman. She groaned when she heard her say all drinks on her. So, she quickly raced around giving people drinks and taking more orders before she finally came across the woman from before. She was very exotic with her tan skin and dark hair. She set the round of drinks on the counter for her.

"Here are your drinks ma'am. Just please try not to harm anymore patrons, otherwise I'll have to ask you to leave, and I really don't want to do that." she said with a soft, kind voice. She looked around at the lady's friends. They were all very good looking. But the one that caught her eyes was the red haired one. He was very attractive, so she kept a safe difference so that she would not have any chance to embarrass herself.

She saw a situtation over on the other side of the pub, a girl was being harassed by some guy. but Hunny's jaw dropped when she saw the girl pull out a gun. She quickly made her way over there.

"Now Horasse, this is the fith time this night that you have gotton told off for harrassing somebody. I am going to have to ask you to leave." she said, her eyes angry with Horrasse for disturbing yet another customer.

"Anything for you Hunny." he said if a softer look as he left willingly."

"Strange, I usually have to fight with him to leave." she said with a chuckle. She turned the the woman who he had harrassed.

"I am sorry for Horrasse miss. He does this all the time, but it doesn't excuse it." she added quickly. "So, would you care for a drink? On the house of course." she said, looking at the wooden planks of the floor.

Jenny grinned like a mad dog as she saw the cute barmaid serving the drinks she had purchased for the entire tavern. She smirked as she was 'scolded' about harming patrons, but it only caused her to laugh. "Don't worry, hon. As long as noone's got problems here with me or me crew, we'll have no more problems! Why don't you take a little break yourself? You're doin' your job, an' I'm sure you wouldn't mind sittin' for a drink!" She said. A playful palm found its way onto the bar maid's rump as she passed. If she looked, Jensiene wore a huge grin, almost as a granted "I did it".

It wasn't long before something else popped up. Seems a woman was being harrassed by a patron....well...they were both patrons, but still. As soon as the drunkard seemed to have her by the hair, she popped the bloke in his sack, and pulled a pistol on him. It caused Jensiene, and what crew was in the bar to laugh. "Nice one, girl!" Jensiene shouted across the pub to the woman. "Showed 'im whom the real man is, dinn't'cha?" She said, raising a mug in her direction. She downed half of the flagon, before looking around the bar. Gietz and Dart were mid- armwrestle, Geese cheering on Dart, apperently because his older brother had already beaten him. Scars had a woman in one arm, another barmaid from Hunny, and a overflowing mug in the other, which he solved the overflowing problem quite eagerly. Red as about the only one that DIDN'T have a mug in front of him, but he hand a few other of her able-bodies were playing card games, and by the stack of coins Red had going, they had lost more than al of their shares to him.

Her pirate crew was right at home in the tavern, and she herself made herself known by walking around, and chatting with each crew member, making a joke or cheap pun, or drinking to something.

I'll tell Ram-Rem.

Click on "Places in the (insert name here)"

I'll get him...wait a second.

Tigeria: Walked into the pub thinking, "Where the **** am I?!-Sigh-Might as well make the best of it..."

Oriana Ward had been sitting at a table cleaning her rifle, making sure was in top shape, she had spent years making it and she would be dead before she let it fall into disrepair. She glanced up at the new comer and shrugged, as long as the newcomer left her alone she wouldn't care.

ok type in /ic Destiny Alosis exactly liek that and space

I'm going get Rem-Rem...wait here...

testing

testing 123

try again

I' going back...

Lets'a go! ;)

Hunnislana Morris AKA: Hunny walked up to the lady who was cleaning her rifle, quill and parchment in hand. "Um...excuse me, but would you like a drink?" she asked softly.

Tigeria Hearts "What in the world am I doing here?!",she continued to think to herself."Whatever..."

Oriana Ward glared up at the barmaid, it wasn't her fault Oriana was pissed and she tried to calm down. "Give me a bottle fo the strongest you got, I don't care what it is, just give it to me." She looked back down and kept cleaning her rifle.

testing

"Alright the strongest we have is pure russian vodka. Is that alright miss?" she said, getting ready to write down the order.

Tigeria: "Vodka isn't the strongest thing out there...is it?",she thought to herself with a confused look on her face.