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[ALBEIR REINHART]

It seemed the life of a pirate was littered with trivial locations and constant movement, this was the sort of enticing life that the young boy named Albeir was looking for. Gathering those around him, close friends and strangers alike he decided to turn from the nobility and comfort of his life in the extravagant kingdom of Illusia, and into a life of piracy. He comfortably sat outside a small kiosk and restaurant sipping a glass of win and smoking a cigarette, awaiting his two less than graceful companions to approach him. It was few and far between that you saw a noble with pirates, though he was no longer a noble. He was an aspiring sea dog, a captain of the Marche Pirates and from here on forth he really didn't seem to care fro his riches, though he did use them and use them well. Acquiring a ship, supplies, and two willing fools he had befriended for quite sometime.

"Hmm, as if time was a concept." He stated sipping at his glass of wine. The skies were clear, the winds were strong, this was a good day to set up ship and abandon the post. His father would be awful sore to see that Albeir and crew would end up stealing the ship he had worked all to long for, though this was piracy. Albeir was excited, he was ready to see the life ahead of him and experience the rest of the worlds grit, as he had already touched it's riches, though now he would earn them, through blood, sweat, and the lives of others. He was all to comfortable with the idea of death, though when spoiled you seem to take all things for granted. Taking a drag of his cigarette he reached into his jacket for what appeared to be a small pocket watch, they were late, both of them, though maybe it would be better. At later times the ships seemed to stroll out and there would be a clear get away.

Marines were bastards, though they stood for something along the lines of freedom, there was still law. That's all they were to him bastard sons of the law. He chuckled slightly and then took a drag of his cigarette before flicking it aside like nothing more than a common whore. Running his hands through his hair he stood up "Waiter, another concord." He looked at the watch still standing, he placed a bill that seemed to be much higher than the amount. "well here they come." the waiter came back with the glass and before he could thank Albeir for the beri he grabbed the glass and begun to walk towards his new crew members. "I suppose we have a concept of time from here on out...eh?"

[DRAKE LIONHEART]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px white solid; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid white; border-bottom: 6px solid white;] "Oh shit, I got to hurry or else I'm going to be late." He muttered, before leaving the inn he stayed in the night before. He made sure that his katana "Darkness" was strapped to his hilt before leaving, after confirming so he walked out. There were like no people on the streets of Illusia today, it was odd. But, better for him. Advancing throughout the town, he'd start looking for the bar where he was scheduled to meet Albeir and Javier about twenty minutes ago. Oh man, hopefully they weren't mad that he was late. He had some business to attend to the night before, and that business was quite pleasurable. Finally, his bright blue orbs locked onto a bar, and from a distance he noticed his pal Javier. What amazing timing, starting to put a little more speed into his step he'd find his way to the bar even faster then before. However, his pal got inside before him so he didn't notice Drake. But, he was right behind him. After entering the bar, he'd notice Albeir already walking towards the two. "Hey there guys" He smiled, exposing his pearly whites. He noticed some of the girls in the bar looking at him like he was some sort of chew toy, oh boy, the price beautiful people pay. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag marche pirates words 220 notes taking over the sea baby[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & ote[/style]

[javier santana]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=363531] {JAVIER SANTANA} Notes: Theme: Quotation Color: White As soon as Javier entered the bar, and the three were united, he immediately turned shook his head and cursed under his breath. "6 O'clock, far side. Blond." Sure enough, on the opposite side of the bar, to Albeir's back was a tall, busty, blond prostitute. Turning around from where he had just come, he walked outside and shook his head, looking around. Hopefully she didn't see him, because, to be honest, he owed about 300 Beri's to her for the previous night. Even worse, Javier had to eventually deal with her pimp. As he stepped outside, he took a few steps to the side and looked through the window, pressing his nose to the glass and fogging it up slightly. Cupping his hands around his eyes, he stared at the woman. "I owe that bitch money."

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[ALBEIR REINHART]

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Such a crew of undesirables, it wasn't odd for Albeir to be slightly agitated with his crew. It would seem though now was the time for them to gather, the first he had noticed was Javier, he seemed either hungover or streesed about a terrible decision, more often than not it was both. Albeir continued to indulge in his final glass of wine before the anticipated departing of those who would be known as the Marche Zapotec, a crew of pirates who would be known for their variety and undesirable nature. Though as the women stared Drake down upon his very entrance it would seem they may have some desirable qualities. Albeir had waltzed pass the women, paying them no mind for the most part, nothing more than a glance. Javier stumbling across the bar area of the restaurant. Albeir running his hands slightly across his bangs, he placed his finished cigarette in the ashtray aside him.

"Be ready we depart here soon..." patting the shoulder of Javier though skipping passed him. He met with Drake now his trusted swordsman "Time is of the essence it would seem." he stated to Drake with what one would call a welcoming smile. "The ship is ready, the supplies are stocked, as well I hope you two are as ready, and Javier we are pirates now...we aren't expected to pay." Turning his attention to the prostitute. He was not to pleased at all with Javier though. He was never really pleased with the idea of human trafficking. To him it was a less than honorable fashion of piracy, stealing people. Pirates were after riches, not the daughters of nobles, who would start virgins turned common whores. He supposed he was more disgusted with the women who had engaged in the act, considering they lacked the will or wear with all to speak against such actions.

[DRAKE LIONHEART]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px white solid; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid white; border-bottom: 6px solid white;] He let out a soft chuckle, before turning his attention to Javier. "You've fallen that low? Can't get a girl without paying them money? Didn't I teach you better than that." He teased, maybe if Javier payed more attention to what Drake did he'd have more of an idea on how to get a women of his choosing. But, enough of that, his attention returned to Albeir who was coming straight for the two. The amount of respect the two shared was showed when the Albeir just simply passed Javier, and instead came to talk to the swordsmen of the crew. However, Drake had some bad news for this current situation. "Let's go outside, shall we?" He asked, before turning around and going back for the door. It was too noisy on the inside of the bar, the music and such would only prove to be a distraction once they started discussing what was going to happen. Fortunately for the group of three, outside had a couple of tables accompanied with chairs where they could sit and talk at. "Over here, my friends." He smiled, moving closer to the table to the right of the entrance to the bar. Sitting down, he placed his katana on his lap, and sighed. "Unfortunately, I have some bad news..." He spoke, before pausing, hoping for the words to sink in. "Well, it looks like I won't be joining your crew for now." He said, a sad expression appeared on his face. It's not that he didn't think that the two were great fellows, and strong combatants, it's just the swordsmen had things to do before he considered joining a crew. "I don't want you to put your all in me, and then when the time comes a stronger, more powerful crew comes a long and I fail at protecting you guys..." Taking in another deep breathe, he'd resume his conversation. "So, for now I'm going to Ohara Island to refine my skill in swordsmanship. Maybe, one day after I come back we'll meet again. Hopefully not as enemies..." Scratching the back of his head, he'd look both of them in the eyes and apologize. "I'm sorry, but if you'd like I can walk you to your ship?" [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag marche pirates words 220 notes taking over the sea baby[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & ote[/style]

[javier santana]

Feb 12, 2012 19:43:08 GMT -5 javier santana said:

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=363531] {JAVIER SANTANA} Notes: Theme: Quotation Color: White They all knew the crew wasn't going to workout right at this moment, and if it were meant to be they'd all be reunited. Either way, he had his own problems to deal with. He seemed completely consumed by the prostitute and the bar, his face still pressed against the glass. He ignored every comment made to him, but he did indeed hear it. He listened to Drake speak, and when he finished, he couldn't help himself. "Quit trying to be so damn polite man." He laughed. The three were friends, but Javier was always the one yanking peoples chains. He went to far sometimes, but they all got along in the end, and dealt with his apathetic behavior. "If these great girls your always talking about come from acting like a pansy, then I'd rather pay. Something about those kind of women...." He looked over to Albeir and shrugged his shoulder. "Anywho, he was already looking into joining a crew and putting the whole "Captain my Captain" shit off for awhile, right?" Albeir certainly hadn't said that to Javier, but he had a feeling when he heard Albeir and Pandemonium in the same line awhile back. The musician reached his hand out and nodded down, motioning for a cigarette. That was another flaw. Javier was one hell of a bum. "Well..." Looking around, he shrugged, and ran off. He wished them the best of luck, but he had stuff to do. [exit]

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