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You planning on using your new pirate char?

And I thought my char names were confusing. O.o

Shall we meet portside or on the open seas?

"AND STAY OUT!" Lmai was tossed very uncerimoniously to the cobblestones outside the Daem Tavern. The wet stones slipped out from under her feet and she landed hard on her rear. Of course, it didn't help that she wasn't sober, so getting back up was a bit of a problem. Once she'd stood up, she yelled back inside "Oh yea? Well I don't need your dirty ale anyway!" She tried to turn around to walk off, but once again was defeated by the wet pavement and landed on her side.

Ah hell, I left my moneybag in the-- CLANG. A small pouch connected with the back of her head sharply, pitching her forward. It took her a few minutes to stand this time, and by now she'd gathered a smirking crowd. "Aw, what're ye starin' at?" she snarled at one maiden. Either Lmai's canines scared her off, or her breath reeked that badly of ale. It was hard to tell, but the girl immediately turned and fled. Lmai picked up her coinbag and tied it to her belt. "Blasted, I'm damn near broke..." She lifted the bag slightly, noticing only the weight of a few coins. "I'm gonna have to eith'ah ge' a job... or qui' drinkin..." She smirked slightly. "Le's see which come ferst."

As well as being broke, being kicked out of the Daem meant that she also had no where to sleep. Lmai rubbed her sore hip as she walked up the street. Maybe the ships were looking for hire-ees. They always needed a hand or too when these bigger ships came to dock. However, not many of them hired women -- stupid superstitions. Lmai was just as good with dhinghy as any other sailor in this port.

She was distracted from her silent ravings when several young men rushed passed her. They smelled of sea and pickles. Obviously these men had been out on the open sea for quite some time if they'd been reduced to their pickle rations. Most captains reserved those as a last resort. It was strange how her drunken mind could still deduce so cleverly. If these fellows still smelled of pickles, then they must've just docked. Perhaps she should just try the ships. Maybe it'd be her lucky day.

Tossing her white braid over her shoulder, Lmai set out to the docks, the heels of her boots clacking against the cobblestones. Her long-sleeved shirt was a deep crimson color, and her corset was tied on outside, much to the stares of men and the city's upper class. The ends of her sleeves were contained by leather wrist-guards. Her pants were dark and stopped just above the top of her dark leather boots. A flintlock pistol was tucked into her belt. Her amber eyes began searching up and down the docks when she arrived. Wind from the ocean swept some of her white hair into her eyes and she swiped it away annoyed. Somewhere in the back of her head, the part of her that was still thinking clearly said that it probably wasn't in her best interest to show up drunk when she began looking for a job. But hey, she was drunk. She didn't hear the voice.

M'lady? There's a new term. Lmai looked over at the man's direction. "Ye a captain, lad?" She raised a whitened eyebrow.

A note about her hair. Lmai isn't old. In fact, she's barely even into her 20s. She doesn't remember much about her youth, however, whether it be self induced or simply brought on by a combination of recent alcohol binges and trauma to the head.

She smirked. "Ye've got a good eye, sir." She bows her head to him a slight. "I've sailed wi' a pirate or two in me day, Captain."

"Tha's th' thing, Zev," she said, trying to keep up with what he wanted to be called. The name was smooth on her toungue. She liked it. "I don't have a crew. Me last ship sailed out wit'out me. Lef' me here in dis port t'fend fer meself." She looked the man over. An easy name, and easy on the eyes to boot. "Ye wouldn' happen t'be hirin', wouldya?"

"Navigation, eh?" She considered it for a bit. She'd helped on her last ship a bit with map reading. It wasn't too dificult. "Sounds like ye've got yeself a navigational assisstant," she said, a grin returning to her face. "An' duncha worry yer lil' head about me an' me ale. We part company soon aft' I part the land."