The old bar was dark and gloomy, dimly lit by scattered lanterns that spread the smell of burning oil and spilt rum. The rotting walls echoed with the sounds laughter and chattering all the while the band in the corner played with energetic delight, lifting the mood of this cobbled together cesspool of debauchery. For a split second, one might forget where they are.
All around sat men singing and cheering together, armed to the teeth with blades, pistols and swords from every corner of the Caribbean. Women of the night tended to their needs be it gut rotting drinks or unsavoury back ally satisfaction. Men, dressed in torn clothes that once represented respectable lifestyles, had fallen under the spell of greed and welcomed the black into their lives with open arms.
These men, scarred and weathered beyond belief were the scum of society, and the most free. Free men who could do as they choose, sailing on the high seas against a crown that failed them and taking from royalty that which was taken from them. These men were thieves, brigands, highwaymen, murderers.
These men were pirates.
Yes pirates, the demons of the sea and rightfully feared by all. But even they could not stand against the evil that lurked among them in this barnacle covered haven. One suspicious looking man sitting at the bar drinking deep from bottle of rum surveyed the room, looking for his next victim. He looked over the men sitting all around the building and his stomach wrenched at the sight of them.
His taste had grown over the years. No longer does he feed off of any old beggar he came across but instead he craved the sweet taste of younger and more feminine blood. Before long he had spotted his target, a young maiden serving drinks to the drunken and filthy men. She wore a long dark red dress with silky blonde hair, and even with her makeup covering bruises and cuts she showed a mark of honesty and even chastity, rare traits in these parts.
With a slam of his bottle down on the bar the man jumped to his feet. He was a tall man bearing scars from years past which, in his mind, made him more irresistible to his meal of choice. Brown wavy hair was tied back behind his head and fed down into his beard, grown out to give a tougher and more rugged appearance. His clothes were old and tattered, but not unsightly. His simple white shirt and brown pants were covered by a thick brown coat that seemed to increase his size fourfold, and his enormous thundering boots made his presence known whenever he entered a room. With a flick of his tricorn hat he began to saunter over to the young lady with incredible confidence in his stride.
As he approached her he could hear her heart beating, her blood pumping. His fangs grew and his hunger rose, but he kept his composure as he reached the girl whose attention was now locked to this monster of a man that had appeared in front of her. Standing tall above the girl he let a smile creep across his face and opened his mouth to begin the game of faces.
"Greetings gentlemen!" bellowed a figure in the doorway to the seedy bar, "Have any of you by chance seen a man with particularly sharp teeth hanging about? I need his head".
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