03-14-2012, 08:15 AM
Ryek had sauntered off the ship. As was usual, he made port in Tortuga twice a month, sometimes only once, occasionally more than twice. It all depended on how far he was going, life on the sea was true life. Being on land, wasn't very comfortable to the pirate captain. True freedom was out there, on the deep blue. Still, Tortuga was like a home away from home, and his men needed the down time anyway. His crew was still getting the Devil's Dream tied to the dock, but Ryek trusted them. His first mate was a rather ambitious fellow, and that would probably cost him his life at the end of Ryek's sword or pistol, but he could be trusted to tie the ship in properly.
Ryek planned on staying a few days. No more than that, maybe less though. The pirate's boots thumped lightly on the packed, much traveled dirt road as he left the docks for the small bar at the edge of Tortuga. It could be a lively place, and sometimes it could be slightly less lively. Couldn't really expect much more than that from pirates, or any less. Ryek had opened the door, just as a wench cracked a man over the head with a bottle, only a few steps from him. It seemed it would be very lively tonight, a fight was already going on. Ryek stood there long enough to watch the woman rifle through the man's pockets and then he turned and walked back out. He wasn't much in a mood to get involved in a bar brawl, though some of his crew probably were.
His plan was to wait a bit, to see if all the noise died down to signal the end of the fighting. Of course, he knew that might be quite a long while. Just as he was settling himself in for a long wait near the doors, they burst open. Ryek smiled, he felt a bit mischievous and he did want to know what this woman had been after. It wasn't often a woman cracked a man's skull with a glass bottle to get at something. Ryek fell into step behind her, an arm going around her waist from behind as he pulled her backside against his front. "Lookin' for a real man to make you feel like a real woman, m'love?" His other arm had draped over her shoulder, fingers already working to undo the top buttons of her shirt. For all intentions and purposes it seemed Ryek was just trying to bed this pretty woman.
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