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*cross hands the bottle over without batting an eye. She was trouble... plain and utterly simple. She had the kind of face and demeanor wars were fought over the kind of face that the great romantic poets wrote long winded sonnets about just before they Dramatically took their lives for the esame reason. the kind of trouble that could turn an honest man into a criminal... But cross himself wasn't very honest, and he enjoyed trouble more than most men... it made life interesting.. all the more interesting if she could stomache this.*

Here y'are try it yourself.. migh'be t'your likeing. *he says grinning widely*

*raises an eyebrow as he gives her an appraising look* No, not bad a'tall. So, what do y'do for fun around here? *he says with a smirk, pulling a chair for the lady as he reclaimes his bottle*

I come and go, I'd say its pretty frequent from my perspective....Once or twice in a week... and yes, it is very...interesting... *he takes a long pull from his bottle and lets the fluid slide down his throat.... when he finishes he smiles at the warm feeling and sets the bottle down... now more than half empty.* And ye look t'me t'be a lady who always keeps herself amused.

I'd like t'think my visions better'en most since I lost this *he sliedes a gloved hand over his eyepatch* gives me a unique perspective I should say. And to your point I'd say I quite agree t'that. Its why I keep moble. Nothin's e'er the same with a rollin; deck at your feet the wind at your back.... and trouble at your heels. *he takes another drink and smiles wider* But these are th'smple wonts of an ol'pirate, and probably less than intriguing toowa fine lady such as ye'self.

*he lets his eye laze over her as he brings his bottle to his lips again*

Ah.. beggin your pardon, I didn't mean t'be so presumtuous. and aye, it can be at that. Nothing like th'salt breeze in your face... the sound of the spray against th'hull... and the occasional sinking of small vessels for their cargo.*his eye locks sharply on hers at this last* or better still, large vessels. *he breaks his stare for a moment and takes a drink with a mutter of* Preferably Dutch.*

*Cross still has his eye closed from his hearty swig* well I can tell you I've had m'fair share of vessels that put up a good fight for a lousy hal but...*he looks across at the now empty chair*...bugger.. oh well at least th'rum's still good *he says and has at it with another swig*

**Enter Luana from Guest Rooms, 66**

Luana walked quickly out of the hall, not wanting to waste a single moment in finding the information she needed. She almost passed Captain Cross without even knowing he was there.

She stopped walking, took a couple of steps back, and looked at him. Cross was sound asleep, and Luana didn't like the way he was ballanced.

"Let's see," she whispered to herself. "I can walk away and leave him like that, I can wake him up, or I can stabalize him somehow."

She stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Captain?"

"I'm fine," she smiled brightly. "I just found myself a new project."

Now that Cross was fully awake, she went to the bar and got a bottle of Pepsi. "And you, sir? How have you been?"