Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2014 8:06:03 GMT -5
Marty's saloon. A dim, dusty little place on Colt Island, a place renown for ghost stories and the like. The bar was pretty quiet, a few patrons seated around tables, talking over drinks. Hushed tones.
The door creaked open, he room fell silent as a large figure entered. His plated boots created loud booming footsteps as he advanced on the bar. Eyes like sapphires surveyed the room. Captain Jacob Reaver took a seat at the bar, stooping slightly so as to not bang his head on anything. The barkeep, eyed him us suspiciously. He grinned in response, revealing pointed canines
"Rum" he grunted "and some meat, bloody" he leaned forwards in his chair "got any?" the barkeep nodded. Reaver shook his head "then I'll take some" he growled, still grinning
"How much?"
"Just keep it coming, I'll tell you when to stop."
A filled flagon was placed before the huge beast of a pirate. Which was duly lifted and drained in less than ten seconds flat. Jacob exhaled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stifled a belch before offering he flagon for a refill. The barkeep obliged, this time also returning with the food. The pirate grunted a curt 'thanks' before lifting one of the large joints to his mouth and tearing off a great chunk of it. He polished off the bone almost as quickly as he had his drink, dropping the cleaned bones on the floor before starting the next. With his back to the rest of the room, the jolly roger on the back of his jacket was clear for them all to see. Acting as both a target painted on his back, and a silent threat to not try anything.
The door creaked open, he room fell silent as a large figure entered. His plated boots created loud booming footsteps as he advanced on the bar. Eyes like sapphires surveyed the room. Captain Jacob Reaver took a seat at the bar, stooping slightly so as to not bang his head on anything. The barkeep, eyed him us suspiciously. He grinned in response, revealing pointed canines
"Rum" he grunted "and some meat, bloody" he leaned forwards in his chair "got any?" the barkeep nodded. Reaver shook his head "then I'll take some" he growled, still grinning
"How much?"
"Just keep it coming, I'll tell you when to stop."
A filled flagon was placed before the huge beast of a pirate. Which was duly lifted and drained in less than ten seconds flat. Jacob exhaled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stifled a belch before offering he flagon for a refill. The barkeep obliged, this time also returning with the food. The pirate grunted a curt 'thanks' before lifting one of the large joints to his mouth and tearing off a great chunk of it. He polished off the bone almost as quickly as he had his drink, dropping the cleaned bones on the floor before starting the next. With his back to the rest of the room, the jolly roger on the back of his jacket was clear for them all to see. Acting as both a target painted on his back, and a silent threat to not try anything.