03-14-2012, 12:32 AM
It was overly loud and rambunctious in the small bar at the edge of Tortuga tonight. Gemma polished off her drink and eyed a man across the bar who she'd heard had possession of a special map. She was a fairly small woman standing at 5'4", but very fit from years of digging and lifting heavy treasures. Gemma was wearing a cream colored small sized long sleeved men's shirt, tied off just under her breasts, and buttoned up to her collar bone. She also wore a pair of tight brown leggings, topped with brown knee high boots, and her long brown hair tied back.
Gemma was a treasure hunter, so she also dawned a beautiful golden necklace and golden bracelets, few of many that she had hidden away in her secret trove of treasures. As to appear a little less intimidating, Gemma removed the knife holster from her thigh, and let her hair down. When the man finally noticed her, she gave him a sultry wink. Now was her chance. She ruffed her hair and unbuttoned the top few buttons on her shirt until her cleavage showed to the point that there wasn't much left to the imagination.
She stood and began to make her way around the bar towards the man when someone shouted something about someone's wench. Within moments, chairs and bottles were flying. The pianist stopped playing to hide under the piano and women were screaming. Her eyes darted to the man with the map just as he stood and made a run for the door. Damn, she thought. With all of the commotion and amount of bodies being thrown about Gemma wasn't sure she'd ever catch the man before he made it out of the bar. But her luck held strong. Bottle in hand, Gemma caught the man just as he reached for the door.
In one swift motion she reached up and brought the bottle down over the man's head. He swayed in place for a moment before crumpling to the floor, Gemma standing over him with a smile. Quickly she knelt over the man searching pockets until, voila, the map! "Why yes, I would like to have this, thank you!" she said sarcastically as if to be responding to the man in conversation. Hastily she folded the map into a small square and stuck it between her breasts, buttoning two buttons to be sure not to lose it, and made her way back to her spot at the bar. She grabbed her knife in it's holster, strapped it on and polished off the drink of the man who'd been sitting beside her. Before she could find herself in a heap on the floor, she made her leave, bursting out of the swinging bar doors and into the dirt street before the docks, smiling at her victory.
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