Snippet #831068

An overly bright sun shone through a faded and ripped curtain, it almost hovering in front of the broken glass the tavern owner called a "Window" A salty breeze swirled into the room, awaking it's occupants. A woman; one who seemed to be arising from a trance rose from the ratty bed. Her hair in a mess and her body mostly naked. She quirkily rubbed her eyes and laid herself back down onto the bed.
She slowly draped her hand to the opposite side of the double bed. Finding a figurine, she satrted to talk. "Oh mr. drake... last night was... just..." She didn't continue her talking as she rolled over expecting to see the man whom she slept with that night. Her gaze was rewarded with a hastily made stack of pillows and an empty room. She quickly jolted up and gave a muffled grunt. "Those men... all the same..." She said with an added bite.

A small chuckle came from Drake as he was already a mile across the City of Corosav. The early morning sun giving a gem like appearance to his bandanna, and a royal appearance to the emeralds faceted into his cutlass's pommel. Walking blindly through the market with an aloof manner. The many shops passing him by, each offering multiple goods for sale. Being early morning the first steal of the day would obviously be food. As he was passing a bread vendor he quickly caused a racket by quickly slicing a rope that held the vendors Tarp up. As the tarp fell and Drake was obscured, he quickly slipped past and grabbed several loaves. Making sure not to take enough that would have been noticed.

Winding his way through the filth ridden cobblestone streets and back alleys, drake had finally caught upon his crew mates located in there safehouse. It was a medium sized Shack that occupied the back wall of a dead end. They never feared being caught and spied upon. The Back alleys were a maze to those unfamiliar. With enough quick turns to catch any other rogue off guard. Quickly entering the Shack, several voices instantly were raised. Several males and females began blurting out words that became jibberish. However one females voice stuck out, not because of her words, but because of her volume and pitch. "Aye cap'n where ya been?" She said, standing from her stool sitting against a central table inside. She quickly looked Drake over. "Bloodshot eyes.... messy hair... and that smell... Aye lads cap'n was with a missy last night! How could you do that knowing we haven't shared a room in weeks!" The entire crew ended their jibberish to give a hoarse laugh. The speaking woman, Belle; being her name, was a very loud, charismatic, and entirely perverted woman. with a lean build, brunette hair and peircing green eyes. She could pretty much get a laugh out of anyone, even someone as serious as drake. Yes he was partying last night, but the ale had quickly worn off with the morning hangover.

"Keep yer mouth shut lass, that'll speed up the process if that be your preference!" Said Drake with precision, he averted his gaze to his crew and threw the bag of bread he had recently collected. Other various packages lay scattered across the floor, each filled with food or another treasure. Now that the captain threw in his part the whole crew could now eat. A hurried feast quickly commenced. When finished Drake gave a small belch and excused himself, Belle gave a gutteral roar and again sent the cabin into hysterics. "Enough of that belle, ok crew, any recent status updates?" Captain drake said expecting something. "We've 'ad ourselves an invasion, cap'n. A group of pirate lasses have completely overtaken the outer port... i hear their heading inward." Many of the other crewmates gave small reasuring nods. The rest of the crew then gave small reports, of their latest treasures, some found gems, others found metals, one even found themselves an aging barrel of imported wine. Having heard the entire reports, drake simply nodded; and readressed the first speaker. "So if what you say is true Christopher, i suggest we do ourselves a bit of spying, we can't have these wenches ruin our business for us!" An eruption of "Yeahs" and "Woots" came from the crew as they gathered their weapons and gear and headed out the shack's back door, which led to a small series of catacombs under Corosav. After making their way to it's senter, the group split in teams of three. Each heading to a particular spot in the city.

"Let's see what we're up against lads, called Drake as he climbed a ladder leading to his specified area. He wish he would have noticed belle scurrying up before him, as she happened to be wearing a skirt. Pulling his head up, and getting an eyeful Belle quickly gave a small groan. "Oh come now captain save it for later!" She squealed as she exited the catacombs, the other crew members each gave themselves a chuckle as they exited, the captain himself swearing under his breath. "This better be worthwhile" he said, crawling out into the middle of an abandoned cobblestone street. They were inland but the women obviously had not made it there yet. "Spread out! he ordered Belle and two other men. Each finding themselves a hiding place in the streets, each of them invisble to the naked eye.

They waited.