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'You never keep a name.....'

Stark stood on the bow of his ship leaning onto the railing to look over to the docks. Half his men were still out and about the area. It was to be expected after all 8 months at sea and well most needed to fill a few worldly desires he didn't allow them at the last stop.
In any case he stood waiting for his men, by tomorrow at this time any who decided not to join them would be left and any new members would be stuck washing the deck or learning how to climb the ropes. After all a pirates life was one that was short lives. Most men left when they hit a good age and simply choose to ditch the ship over talking to the captain, who in this case was Stark. Though Stark wasn't really at the 'ripe age' by normal standards his life was already nearing its countdown as a pirate. After all his father passed at 42 during a raid and it was about the average for the men aboard a ship.

'You never keep a name.....'

Stark waited calmly looking out at the hustle and bustle of the docks. Most below were men trying to move heavy crates and a few carriages onto ships a good few were nobles trying to go out on an expensive and no doubt boring trip someplace away from their homes. Perhaps off to the new world where some daughters reputations were going to be intact.
Stark scoffed as he seen a few young women crying, of coarse he left his fair share of women he never had tolerated a man ruining a woman's reputation. He had told any man who boarded his ship that if they left a woman crying and with her reputation ruined Stark would see to it they would get to see an early grave. After all a captains ruling was law on his ship.
Looking downwards Stark seen a young woman looking up and he scowled at her, no doubt one that his men had messed with earlier. "What ever ye wont it ain't 'ere" he called down to her loudly a thick accent weighing his voice, much like the other men his accent was a mix of a few. It wasn't truly his voice though but yet it seemed to fit him to well, after all pirates weren't well known for being proper English nobles and had a good reputation of taking the street slum too many seemed to over look. Even now one of those called such moved over beside's Stark and gave a smirk. "Unless yer looking for a lover sweetheart, ill be your man for that" the man called getting a hit to the head from Stark.

'You never keep a name.....'

Stark grinned as she replied to him, she have courage to snap back to the cook that was for sure. Seeing her pose though made him laugh loudly, she held her ground and showed no signs she was going to move, infact if he didn't know better he may have though she would claw her way up the ship to beat the man beside him. The other playfully grabbed at his chest seeming hurt before he winked at the woman and walked off. "Not may lasses would talk back to that bafoon. Might just 'ave to let ye cuff 'im" he called back watching her.
She was different no doubt and she would provide amusement if she was to stay around, as that though came to him so did another "Move round to port and let me 'ave a look at ya. I may just let 'im get that cuff". Before she could reply to that bit he had vanished from her sight moving in long strides along the deck, if the woman have the courage to yell back at them she may have just had the courage to join, at least for a day.
Stark by any means was an odd man, after all women have walked along his deck many times before as chefs, so why not have one aboard to provide some amusement by letting her snap at the men. After all some life needed to be added onto the ship from time to time, and a women who wouldn't fall victim to one of the crews 'charm' as they called it would be an interesting sight.

'You never keep a name.....'

Stark stepted up on a barrel that laid on its side, one hop and he balanced on the railing with ease, looking down he waited till he seen the woman stop. One simple push and he was on the air, a hand holding his hat in place as he fell downwards. His coat flew freely behind him and flapped, one hand held out from his side allowing the coat the pull at the wind dragging him back before he landed with a loud thud. He was a mere meter from here where he landed, his knees bent as he pulled at his coat fixing it now that he had landed. Walking over he looked at her, she seemed small and yet had a healthy pudge to her body showing off she was well feed. She even managed to avoid the smell of the dirt and grime. A scent of flowers drifted from her telling she had baths regularly.
Looking at her this close he blinked and paused before he stepped up to her. "Your not the typical type" he said his shock seeming to give him a more correct way of speaking some would say. "Still a lass that's not afraid to talk back to a man on a ship, 'ave to say thats impressive"