Skin as white as snow, soft flowing silver-ivory hair that fell to the ground just missing the brush of it by three inches. She stopped on the deck having left yet another ship, three large bags of gold on her hip as she had once again cheated her way out of a bet and won. Her icy silver eyes, which at a distance resembled full moons, searched the roads before before she began to walk into the nightly deserted streets of the port town.

 

Most was quiet, families in their homes, whores on their corners, sailors trying to find an easy lay before heading to sea again. About four streets in she heard the music from the pub along with the smells of stale whiskey and rum mixed sweat and body odor permeating the air. With a small smirk that held no humor on her soft full lips, she strode to the pub. She ignored the ignorant curses and vile hissing voices of the whores who thought themselves better than her.

 

She ignored the cat-calls, whistles and innuendos from the drunken sailors as she walked past. Her black leather heeled boots clicked on the cobble stone. Her breeches made of an odd lavender silk caressed her strong, toned legs, as the matching tunic clung to her making her figure look curvy and soft where it was actually toned and muscled beneath those curves.

 

The hem of the tunic to her left side draped to a point near her thigh and on the right is settled on her hip beneath the bags of gold. She stepped into the pub and it quietened two volumes.

 

Most stared, one drunk cried out "Ghost!" And sailed through the back entry. She rolled her eyes and stepped to the bar and ordered a rum as she sat on the stool and the pub returned to its noisy level.

Tail slowly swaying behind him in a calm like dance with each flick of the tip of his tail. His hat slightly cocked to the side as his left eye was covered with his hair drapping down from his hat, and his body leaning towards the bar counter as his right ear had twitched towards the door as she walked in.

 

His drink soon in front of him, as a drunk had screamed out and fleed to the back. He scuffed a bit he was an annoying drunk anyways that he was going to kill off, but allowed him to live another day. Gripping ahold of the mug of whiskey the scent of the whiskey was strong and had a bit of sour smell to it as well.

 

Tipping up the mug to his lips he drank it slowly savouring the flavors that flowed inside of the mug. His eyes didn't see the female that entered, but he heard her most of all he heard the coins in her bags that slammed together like a symphony of music to some pirates.

He was on his sixth mug, while he used the same mug for each. It was his thing to do, while he hadn't paid for a single drink. His thought were upon his ship and how long it was taking his men to load up what he had told them to. Also how long how much he would let them relax before returning, he had to find another member, or two seeing as he was short a few.

 

The men from his ship already had put them in the sea when they had left this world and moved to the next. He would shift his head slightly, at the drunken male that was close to him. Looking and watches as his hand had sneaked down to the pistol upon his waist, pointing to the male ready to shot if he was annoyed by him.

 

His pistol would be covered by his coat that gave him a slight disclosure of his hands when they were at his waist. His one hand held his mug, while the other held the handle upon his pistol still pointing to the male upon the floor. He had grown bored of them as he pulled the trigger as he was getting back up. The bullet swirled out of the barrel sinking into the male, as they gave out a screech of pain before two men began pulling away his body. He didn't give a notice or any acknowledgement if he did anything, just leaning on the counter a bit while drinking his drink in peace.

Making a bit of a mess while he hopped from side to side enjoying his day as it was turned to night. He was the captain of the jelly rancher a smile upon his as he tipped his hat and winked at the pretty female that had walked past him.

 

"Evening miss." He greeted her in a gentle happy tone. He made his way to the pub, as his coat was similar to another that had come around, as was his colorings of his fur, but his eyes were the opposite sides. He walked into the pub finding the other that looked at him.

 

"AYE!" He seemed to shout,  before running over in almost full speed to his brother. He was shortly met with a blade to his face.

 

"What are you doing here?" Ludo had growled at Roy which he replyed.

 

"Ah, just came to load up and ship out.."

 

"see your still..."

 

"sour from your travels.." He chuckled, while ludo huffed putting away his blade before sipping back to his mug.

 

"Oh come on brother.."

 

"you can't be all mister frowny face.."

 

"come on!! come aboard my ship and have some fun."

He noticed that it was nearing night, while he noticed the female had left. His mind was going through the processes of everything. He would leave the counter of the bar and left not paying for his drink, as he wasn't even asked for any money. He pulled his head back while looking forward,

 

his vision was still clear as he always had to keep his mind and vision clear for a attack from any angle. Pushing the door open walking out of the pub, his tail flicking back and forth behind him the night air like a womens kiss upon his body that was visible. He smiled always loved the night air while on his ship, but the smell was always different on land he didn't know what it was, but it was also sort of soothing. He made his way to his ship upon the docks a few of his men were on the ship still cleaning and drinking while upon the top of the ship.