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Post by Caesar Lions on Jul 7, 2009 21:58:07 GMT -5
Caesar sat at the bar, what was a full pint of rum in his hand, now drained and empty. But he wasn't drunk. Most pirates never were. They were just rowdy, their tolerance levels made high by their constant drinking. Ah, not entirely true. There were a number of drunks. But still, Caesar was not among them.
And yet he drank this night. He was nervous. Sirinity was on his mind, and without her at his side, he was feeling his fear for love returning to his stomach. Falling in love would make him want to leave the Sea Hounds. Falling in love with her put the both of them in danger. It put her life at stake. It was a forbidden love... and yet... he couldn't back away from her. Only, in truth, two days had they been in each others company. Once aboard the ship and once in the mountains. But he knew that he loved her. It was as if something had snapped inside of him. He was just in denial. And all he could do was drink, drink, drink. Drink his fear away.
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Post by carmenhawke on Jul 28, 2009 16:08:19 GMT -5
Carmen had just stole some money from a wealthy man. It was time to see if she could get some more money. She sees a bar and decided that there are easy picking at the bar, so she entered. Carmen looked around and say many drunk people. It was time that she made..wait. She just had a feeling that someone here wasn't an ordinary person. She should move on to another bar. Maybe first she will see if there is anyone out of the ordinary. Her eyes moved around the room, then she spotted the young man who wasn't like the others.
Carmen walk over to him, she sat beside him. He looked like that he wasn't going to make the first move because he seem preoccupied.
"Hello, how are you today." Carmen asked.
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Post by Caesar Lions on Jul 31, 2009 11:41:09 GMT -5
Caesar looked up. "How am I?" he repeated her question. "I am nothing anymore. For the moment, anyway. And if there is nothing to fear but fear itself, then why am I so afraid? And if a heart rests on an open sea, then surely all the water be turned to blood. When wolves of different packs cannot be seen together." It was all gibberish. It was the only thing he spoke when she wasn't at his side. But the drunkes at the saloon didn't seem to care. Gibberish was better than any drunken slur they had heard, and presumed him fine.
"How are you this pittiful night?" he returned, slouching down against the table.
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Post by carmenhawke on Aug 9, 2009 21:59:08 GMT -5
The man was was talking a bit gibberish, she didn't mind it so much. It was a good day for her and she wanted to keep it that way.
"How are you this pittiful night?" he returned, slouching down against the table.
"I am doing good on this pitiful night." Carmen said. She hoped that this wasn't the wrong choice.
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Post by Caesar Lions on Aug 9, 2009 22:42:05 GMT -5
Caesar let his head rest on the table. "I'm glad one of us is." He groaned, motioning to the bartender for a refill. After a heavy gulp of strong rum, that through his sorrows tasted more like water to him, the pirate spoke again. "Funny, how even in a tavern full of drunkards, it's the sober one who feels miserable. And all the rum in the world can't drown his sorrows. So on this pittiful night, m'lady, I am certainly glad that one of us is making the most of it." He drained the glass in a few gulps, and shook his head when the barmen tried to refill his quart. "No more for me."
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Post by carmenhawke on Sept 9, 2009 3:02:33 GMT -5
Carmen saw that they young man laid his head on the table.
"I'm glad one of us is."He groaned
She watched the bartender refill his drink. She watched him drink it and then said no more for him. She gave a small giggle. The young man was a bit funny. She liked him.
"So your a pirate, how is that going for you?" Carmen asked, she knew that most of the men here were pirates. Not a good thing if you stole from a pirate, they would make you pay for stealing from them.
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Post by Caesar Lions on Sept 9, 2009 20:29:19 GMT -5
He flicked one tired eye over to her slowly. "How do you think it's going for me?" he asked, sitting up. The only woman he had ever wanted was forbidden from him because he was a Sea Hound. And it scared him that he wanted her. He feared that his love may tempt him to leave her crew, the only family he had ever known. "Yo ho, yo ho. A pirate's life for me." he grumbled, his voice gruff and sad, and he shoved his mug off the bar so that it shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, just like his heart had already done. The bartender shrugged and began to sweep it up. It was common behavior here, braking glasses. "And how's your life?" he returned her question. Surely it must be better than his for her to be this cheery.
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Post by carmenhawke on Sept 11, 2009 4:04:56 GMT -5
Carmen could tell that something was wrong, she just couldn't figure it out. She knew that asking was a touch subject. A pirate's life was for him, but he wasn't happy about it.
"And how's your life?" Caesar said.
"Don't let my sunny deposition fool you. My life was destroyed a month ago. My husband was killed. I am not at all happy. The only thing that is keeping me sane is the wedding ring that he gave me." Carmen said, the expression on her sadden a bit.
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Post by Caesar Lions on Sept 11, 2009 15:24:53 GMT -5
Caesar bowed his head. "If such drowning emotions consume you, then you are welcome at this bar, Miss." he said, waving his hand for a rum from the bartender and sliding the mug over to her. "I have had my fill." he spoke. "So I may not drink with you. But you may drink for yourself, as I have drunk for myself. But my heart is like water, and I may never in this sorrowed state go drunke. If my assumptions are correct, neither will you."
He bid the minstrel play a sad song, and tossed him an old and crippled copper coin for his music. And on the harp he strummed, words of saddness coming from his belly, low and begotten with heartache. He was joined by his woman partner, and together they sang the saddest song the sea men had yet to hear. No other song could have come close to satisfying him, even if this one made him feel all the more empty. Both the drunk and sober man would stop and lend an ear, for such a song so sorrowful and severe.
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