Thorin Thatch Unamara
Bottle or Sword
Captain Isabella Santiago had always loved the smelly Dead man Traven with its wonky, wandering deck. It was one of the few places she could say she loved. When people asked about Isabella most would say she was a cocky, cunning, pirate captain with a dark skinned body and long black hair with dazzling green eyes. There where tales of her exploits, once she even rescued a case of rum from a burning building. For that's the kind of woman she is. Isabella walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. The sun shone through casting her in its light. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Captain Johnny "Shark" Rackham of the Dread Hunter, a tall brutish man with blue eyes a long blonde hair Johnny stuck a very fierce figure to most sailors but not Isabella. As she stepped away from the wall Johnny came closer, she could see a smile with no laughter on his face. "I am here to dual you pick your weapons." Isabella simply shrugged her shoulder and said "I accept." Johnny charged at her with his cutlass missing her chest a pining her jack it to the wall. Isabella looked at him with boredom and taking a drink said "Johnny boy, you have to do better than that." Johnny tired to pull his cutlass out of the wall but Isabella grabbed her bottle by the neck and brought it down on Johnny skull. His body dropped like a sack of potatoes, sighing at the broken bottle she went to the bar. Ordering two bottles of rum saying" His treat to me." And with swagger walked to the nearest chair and poured her another drink.