The wind howled through the sails of the vast ship that creaked and shuddered beneath his feet. Thunder rolled through the dark clouds above him as rain fell hard onto the deck.
'So this is it.' He thought to himself as he looked around, braced for a possible surprise attack.
The ship that laid before him was magnificent to say the least, easily the biggest he'd ever seen. Which was odd since The Butcher was known to have a small crew of only five. He hummed to himself wondering what they could possibly need the space for.
'Let's get this over with.' Sighing he readjusted his hat slightly and silently strode and across the deck- which was easier said than done considering the current weather conditions- and slipped through the main door of the cabin.
Once inside he glanced around quickly, being sure not to drop his guard and noted the impeccable condition of the inside. High ceilings and walls decorated in white with gold floral patterns and plush white carpets. He chuckled to himself. Who the hell does up a pirate ship to this standard? Chances were it would be blown to bits before long anyway.
Scrambling in his pocket he retrieved a folded peace of paper, given to him by a friend. A lay out of the ship and all the rooms it held. His fingers traced over the badly drawn lines, squinting he ground his teeth together growing irritated the lack of sense it made.
"Fuck it." He whispered, tossing it over his shoulder. "I'll just have to find it myself."
After walking the halls of the swaying ship for what seemed like hours he had yet to come across any rooms. It was intricately laid out like a labrynth. He was unsure if he'd even be able to find the way out at this point. To his surprise though, as he rounded the next corner a large dark brown door came into view, left slightly ajar he could hear the sweet music flowing quietly from inside. Treading carefully he made his way down the hall hoping to God the door wouldn't creak as he lightly nudged it.
A dim light cast shadows over the room, making the woman in the corner almost impossible to spot. Almost. Although her back was turned to him he could see her face reflected in a grand vanity mirror. She was undeniably beautiful, chocolate hair falling in waves past her shoulder blades and eyes that matched the Amber glow of the lantern.
'Dammit! Wrong room..' He urged himself to leave as his mind and body faught and internal battle. He slapped himself mentally. He was here on orders from his captain and this woman had no part to play here. Quickly and as quietly as he could - if he was caught in one of The Butchers maidens bedrooms he'd be killed for sure - he walked backwards out of the room, pulling the door semi closed behind him, finger to his lips, silently shushing the door, willing it not to make a sound.
"Tell me, Fire Fist Ace, what is it you're doing lurking around my ship in the middle of the night?" The voice, coming from behind him, was cool, almost bored sounding. Ace turned quickly, startled by the voice and startled by the fact that it had come from a woman.