seriously doubts it, she's too bonnie to be 'fearsome.'

seriously doubts it, she's too bonnie to be 'fearsome.'

doesn't know what 'bonnie' is, but she should be feared! She was a rouge pirate dammit.

... looks like he's about to burst out laughing.

see how funny he thinks she is with a sword through his chest.

quaking in his cheap boots.

take his damned head off.

she's all bark and no bite. She's rather pretty when she's riled up though.

smirks at that. No bite huh? She could fight him when he wasn't too scared.

isn't scared at all. He bends down on the pretense of tying his shoe lace and rises with a daggger in his hand, taking it from his sock._

_Because that's where all the Real Scots stored their daggers.

....

((It wasn't that weird was it :s It's where 'daggers' and stored when one is wearing a kilt :| ))

[XD I don't think so, but it would be odd to her. All her daggers go in sheaths or cleavage areas.]

((Ahhh okay ;n; /was wondering))

raises an eyebrow, 'Lost your bottle?'

[*hugs* I've never heard of it personally, but it makes sense >w<]

he speaks nonsense. "Nah, s'waitin for me."

((*hugs back* I'm glad ))

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... deadpans. 'I might as well be speaking French,' he murmurs pinching his nose. 'You're a real doll hun, but I've got things I need_

to be doing. Are you going to have a go or not?'

would actually understand him better that way. At least she spoke it. Shrugging, she draws her sword.

gets into a defensive pose. He's let the lady have the first move.

*he'd

grins, and charges him, swinging at his torso.

slides to the side, taking a swipe at her face as she charges past. The only problem with this fight for him, would be the difference in_

reach. If only he hadn't lost his claymore on his ship...

ducks out of the way, feel it skim past her skin. She probably had a shallow cut at most..She keeps her distance this time. She was going to

_use her sword to her advantage.

keeps on the balls of his feet, ready to take any of her strikes. He might have to resort to ducking and take her down from the legs_

that would require getting close enough to do that though. His eyes harden as he starts to take the girl somewhat seriously.

circles him slowly, keeping her sword out before she lunges for his torso, but still keeping her distance.

the sword rip his clothes, tearing his skin as he dodges. 'Fuck,' he grumbles, lashing out with a kick to the hand holding the sword.

swears as it flies out of her hand, but she's quick to catch it with the other, pointing it at him again.

brings the dagger to her neck in the small opening, smirking darkly as he looks down at her. 'You move, I move and vice versa. What are you_

gonna pull out of yer hat, poppet?'

grins, hand slipping down between her legs, and pulling a gun out of the holster on her thigh, reaching up to point it to his head. "I_

_wouldn't say meh hat."

curses, eyes narrowing when he feels the cold metal hover by his head. He hooks a leg around the back of hers, intending to trip her up_

so that he can make a hasty escape. 'It's a saying hun,' he drawls, choosing that moment to attempt to trip her, pulling back.

turns, grabbing onto him as she falls back, dragging him with her.

lands ontop of her with an oof, dagger stabbing the ground beside her neck with a sickly 'shink'. 'Christ hun,' he murmurs, pushing himself_

up.

's eyes dart to the knife. She would let out a breath if he wasn't crushing her..though she was to blame for that. Once he pushed himself_

_up, she scrambled backwards, sword guarding her once more "I'd say I won. Which means you owe me a drink."

... scoffs, 'I could have crushed you to death if I'd wanted to.' He pats his trousers as he gets up, 'But if the bonnie lass wants a drink,

a drink she'll get.'

rolls her eyes. "I'm not fragile. I'm sure I would have lived." But she was getting her fix, so who was she to complain?

rolls his eyes, pulling his dagger out of the ground. 'Maybe, but it wouldn't have been without a few broken ribs.' He's a sore loser,_

'What's your vice?'

simply shrugs. She could stand a few broken ribs, she's had worse. She sheaths her sword, putting her gun back in place.

_"Rum..I'd say"

still can't believed he missed that. 'Where do you want to go?' he asks, wiping his dagger before he returns it to it's home.

trying to think of a bar she hasn't been kicked out of >>;; "Mmm..."

.... 'How about my local?'

glances to him "And where would that be?"

, 'About two streets away, a real dive.'

doesn't think she's ever been there before... "Sure."

smiles, 'It's not really a place for young girls... but you'll be fine with me.'

scoffs at that. "No place is a place for a *woman* like me. That doesn't stop me." Woman were even bad luck on ships, and a pirate she was.

wouldn't let her on his ship. He leads the way, 'I guess you could say that.'

knows he wouldn't. Nobody actually *let* her on. That doesn't mean she didn't go anyways.

walks along, humming as he goes. He inspects his ship before leaving, ensuring there are no hitchers.

eyes it as they pass by.

why she is showing so much interest in the Frenchman's ship. 'If you're looking for a quickie, he'll definitely be up for it.'

snorts at that. "He wishes. I was admiring the ship." She didn't know who's boat it was, but she wasn't interested in some man that thought_

_he was God's gift to..well, anyone.

laughs, 'He'll be sad to hear that.' He stops infront of a small pub, holding open a door which leads onto a stair case going downwards. '_

Ladies first.'

goes in, heading down the steps. She had definitely never been here before.

follows in after her, making sure to leave some space between them. The stair case curves down leading to this:

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looks around. It was nice...

... thinks it's crowded, full of men and smells a bit. He wonders what bars she goes to, 'What's your vice?'

all bars and crowded, full of men, and smell. "Rum"

nods, making sure she finds a seat before he goes and gets himself a whisky and her a rum.

ignores the stares she gets. It seemed not many women drank in these places..oh well.