Tide After Tide

[Jacky]

For a tavern in a 'respected' port I notice that the crowd is surprisingly varied. Eventhough most people seem of Spanish origin, there's a divirsity of races and nationalities nonetheless. Ah well, in the diverse crowd it'll be one hell of a lot easier to go unnoticed.

Or, less noticed anyhow.

I'm usually one for big entrances, don't be making that mistake. But today seems a good day to keep a low record until I at least had one or two drinks. I take my hat of -a small amount of rainwater streams down from the corner- and put it on top of the bar. "Rum, luv." I tell the barmaid who gives me a questioning glance (not just for the order, as much for the appearance, I suppose).

Once I get my drink I turn around and lean my back against the bar, scanning the crowd of the tavern once more.

[Daz]

I take another long swig of my drink and put the mug back upon the table. Its cold in here... but then again that could just be me. Everywhere i go i can just always seem to find this stone cold breeze against me... and it breaks me down inside. Sometimes i find myself forgetting what its even like to feel warmth. To feel the sun beating down upon my skin.

I sigh.
I dont even know how im going to be able to pay for any of these drinks without making myself skint again.

[Jacky]

The first half of my mug is gone within no time, and I'm starting to feel considerably warmer again. Though I suppose some company wouldn't hurt. While taking a good glance throughout the tavern I concluded that most tables were occupied by two or more people, and only a few by some lonesome souls. Picking one out at random (well, not all too random), I saunter over to one of those tables with a single soul occupying 'em.

"Evenin' luv." I greet the girl, sitting down on the spare chair without waiting for an invitation. I put my hat down on the table and put the mug down next to it.

[Daz]

I look up at the guy. Oh great.. its that weird looking one..
"hi.." I mutter and divert my eyes elsewhere again

[Jacky]

I nod as a reply to that, and I lean back in my chair lazily. Picking up the rum once more, I observe my new-found company. Her hair as well as her eyes are darkish, and eventhough she looks generally annoyed at the moment she does appear to be pretty. "Well then!" I speak up, after a silence that lasted only for a few seconds but seemed long enough to me, "Don't consider it a tacky line, luv.." I raise an eyebrow and smirk, " well, feel free to if you so desire." I correct myself, "But what's a lass such as yourselves doing drinkin' by her onesies on an evening such as these?"

[Daz]

"... many reasons." I look back up at him again ".. many reasons that i dont wish to discuss with a complete stranger."

[Jacky]

"Fair enough." I smirk, and I take another sip from the mug before I lean forward and fix my gaze on her, "Capt'n Jack Sparrow's the name, luv, but don't wear it out." I wink, "And ye are?"

[Daz]

"... Cassie."
Now hes introduced himself i find myself looking at him in a much different light.
I know that name.. but i cant picture where from. And that odd looking style.. i know that too.
This guy isnt your adverage port trader, for sure...
so who is he..

"... i havnt seen you around these parts before." I add, to try and work out whom im talking to

[Jacky]

"I would be surprised if you had, luv." I smirk. I lift the mug again and down the last gulp of rum. When I put it down again I shove the thing a little further onto the table, so it's not in the way. "Anyhow," I continue, "are you from here?" I ask. If she is, maybe she would know who to turn to to get supplies and such.

[Daz]

"Im..." I start and then just give the direct answer of no.

"... no im not. Its all pretty new to me.. being so close to the sea and all."

Is that a lie? I cant tell anymore...