Captain Black
The man scratched his stubbly chin, opening his grey-blue eyes to look at the woman. His dry, cracked, lips moved slowly as he annunciated every word that slipt past them, each one sounding as rough as the salt water that had weathered him.

"Don't say another word, miss." He always was polite to the ladies, even if it was normally just trying to get them into bed.

He let go of his brown hair, and it flowed down his back to his shoulders in a waterfall of wavy strands. A bit of it covered his left eye, and gave him a look of mystery. He stood, and walked out of the cabin, black leather boots sounding loudly on the hardwood floors of his ship. He adjusted his black leather pants, and stepped through the door, into the sunshine. His bare chest was tanned and defined, but overall, he wasn't very buff looking at all.

One remarkable feature, that had earned him the nickname "Captain Dead" was the large scar travelling from his abs to his lower back. Not very men could actually withstand a blow like that, but he managed it.

"Ay, matees! We be landing in yon dock! Grab ye swords, for tomorrow, we plunder, and eat and drink like kings!" His crew went wild in cheers and claps.


I've gotten a bit better at writing since last I posted here. o.o