'Everyone stay calm we are looting the tavern!' Yelled out the first man, who appeared to be the leader. He was quite tall, with brown pants tucked into dark leather boots, a white long sleeved shirt unbuttoned a fair way and a dark blue vest over the top, with a dark three quarter coat over it. He had numerous scarfs and belts tied around his waist, holding a pistol and cutlass. Anasyn looked at the man for a moment, who had a red bandana across his head, with trinkets dangling from his dreadlocks and two braids next to each other on his chin. He had a sun kissed face with dark brown eyes lined with kohl.
'Pirate.' Anasyn said to herself, trying to hide her curiousity and disgust at the same time.
The second man was of robust body, with his grey hair tied back into a small ponytail. He had the look of a sailor more than a pirate, and was arguing with the leader about something that Anasyn couldn't hear. The third man was someone she recognized, William Turner. She couldn't believe what she was seeing! Her longtime friend, who hated pirates more than anything, looting the tavern!
'Hey you… Wench!' Anasyn broke from her gaze to find the leader pointing his cutlass at her with a sly smile on his face.
'Where do ye keep the barrels of rum, luv?' He asked, moving in closer to her.
'And what makes you think i'm going to tell you, bloody pirate.' She retorted, looking at him with slight disgust. She hated pirates, but at the same time she was intrigued by them.
'Now that's not very nice! Just be a good girl and lead the way' He replied, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her forward.
Anasyn couldn't do anything but lead him to the cellar. He still had his hands on her shoulders, squeezing harder than she would have liked, and his breath smelt strongly of rum and saltwater. She kept looking back to face him, she couldn't help it, she was utterly inquisitive of this man…
'Here it is, knock yourself out.' She said as they came to the cellar door.
'Thank you very much, luv. You… Just stay there. I'm not yet finished with ye.' He looked at her with a smirk that made her uncomfortable.
'I'm going to die, aren't I?' She asked herself, leaning against the cellar door as the pirate helped himself to as much rum as he could carry.
When he had finally finished he shoved a load rum in her arms as he walked past without stopping, and yelled back to her 'Come come dear, keep up!'
'This is insanity, you know.' She replied back to him, relieved with the fact that she had arms strong enough to carry all of this alcohol.
'Yes, exactly.' He mumbled. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, spun around, and looked at her suspiciously.
'What's yer name?' He asked.
'Anasyn… What's your name?' She spat back at him.
'Captain… CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow…. Captain.' He said, as if reassuring himself.
'Okay, jeez… Captain Jack Sparrow, why have you kidnapped William Turner?' Now it was her turn to look suspicious.
The Captain scoffed at the question 'Kidnapped?' He squealed. 'Young Will came on his own free will, luv.'
Anasyn tried to stiffle her laughs, to no avail. She walked past him, flashing a sarcastic smile and laughing at the ridiculous fact that Will Turner may have suddenly had a change of heart. 'Yeah… right' She said to herself as she climbed up the steps to the tavern.