Serenity Cove, Late Thursday Night

[walks_two_paths]

After having a drink at Caritas, Savannah headed out to Serenity Cove with her sketch pad. She had been sitting on the rocks sketching the beach for some time before she realized she wasn't alone.



"Now here's a tasty-looking wench," the pirate stopped in front of the rocks and looked her up and down.

"I don't think you want to try biting me," Savannah said mildly, not looking up.

"You'd look real purty in my cabin," he continued, coming closer. "Make a fine pirate's booty."

"I prefer my men to bathe and look nice," she said, lifting her eyes from her artwork. She made a small sound of distaste. "And smell better than rotting fish."

"I think I'll have to teach you a lesson about knowing your place, wench." He grinned at her, showing missing teeth.

"And what place is that, hmm?" Savannah's fingers twitched.

"Being mounted in my cabin," he continued. "I could show you the sharp side of me... sword."

Savannah looked him up and down. "Touch me and you will end up making one ugly woman."

"You be firey. I like that."

Savannah conjured a fireball in her hand. "You have no idea."

The pirate's eyes widened and he backed up, deciding to find someone else to try his skills on.




Savannah shook her head. "That was lame."

[OOC: Open]]