The Buccaneers Bay

[AdamantineFist]

A suave man, looking somewhat out of place in this den of piracy and sin, enters with a beautiful woman at his arm. He had his dirty blonde hair slicked back and sported a fine moustache, and in addition to his excellently tailored clothes wore a sabre at his waist, a strange anachronism in these times. The woman at his arm had shimmering brown eyes waist-length brown hair, slightly wavy, and was wearing a knee length, clingy dress.

As he entered, Mr. Morris took a step back and removed his bowler hat respecfully, murmering "Sir," respectfully. The man returned the gesture with a smile and a nod, and took a seat at the bar with hs woman. Men on either side of him got up and moved several seats down. His woman whispered something in his ear and giggled, to which he responded, "Oh, not now, dear. You'll have your chance to play once we're back on board the ship," in a low voice. He then asked the bartender for two glasses of the finest wine in the house before turning back and exchanging words with his woman.

The drinks arived after a minute or so, and the bartender said, quite nervously, "Ah, here's you drinks, Mr. and Mrs. Blackburne."

The man looked at the bartender quizically as he accepted his drink. "Oh, no need for the formalities, Charles," he said with a smile.

"Ah... of course, Lucifer; Lillith," replied the bartender nervously, with a nod to each of them before backing away to deal with another customer.

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