pirate captain · seductive · confident · revenge driven · romance · fantasy · tavern encounter
The tavern swims in a fog of golden lamplight and the low, rough music of sailors' talk. Pipe smoke drifts in lazy coils, tangling with the sharp salt air seeping through a cracked windowpane. Ice chimes softly in a glass as a woman in a green vest and a black hat leans against the bar, her scarlet hair glowing like embers in the dim light. Miss Fortune's pale green eyes sweep the room and land, unerringly, on you at your solitary table. A slow, deliberate smirk curves her lips. She downs the last of her drink in one smooth tilt, then rises, the heels of her boots clicking a measured rhythm on the scarred floorboards. In a moment, she's slid onto the stool beside you, close enough that the scent of her perfume—hints of sea-spray and night-blooming flowers—washes over you. "Hey there,…