EP Barbossa
The door opens and Barbossa walks in at a slow, almost solemn pace, sword in one hand and a large, ornate wheel-lock pistol in the other. The sounds of men fighting and muffled cannon fire follow him through the door.
He pauses right after the threshold, stopping the door from closing behind him wth a booted foot, and his lips purse in a gesture that's half smirk and half scowl, then shoots a look back over his shoulder. Seemingly satisfied with what he's seeing he releases the door and heads for the bar, sticking the pistol back into his sash and removing his very impressive hat to reveal a dirty golden brocade bandanna covering his head. Setting the hat on the counter, he bows to the Bar.
"I would love a bottle of vinho verde and some writing implements, Señora." When the bottle of Portuguese white wine appears, he uncorks it and pours a small glass, looking at the blank sheets of paper in thoughtful silence while he sips his drink. After a while he will head for the back door and the flat rock on the lakeshore where he usually sits to watch the Caribbean inlet.
(OOC: He is botherable either inside or outside. Player gone to sleep, post remains open for tags, will pick up in slowtime tomorrow.)
He pauses right after the threshold, stopping the door from closing behind him wth a booted foot, and his lips purse in a gesture that's half smirk and half scowl, then shoots a look back over his shoulder. Seemingly satisfied with what he's seeing he releases the door and heads for the bar, sticking the pistol back into his sash and removing his very impressive hat to reveal a dirty golden brocade bandanna covering his head. Setting the hat on the counter, he bows to the Bar.
"I would love a bottle of vinho verde and some writing implements, Señora." When the bottle of Portuguese white wine appears, he uncorks it and pours a small glass, looking at the blank sheets of paper in thoughtful silence while he sips his drink. After a while he will head for the back door and the flat rock on the lakeshore where he usually sits to watch the Caribbean inlet.
(OOC: He is botherable either inside or outside. Player gone to sleep, post remains open for tags, will pick up in slowtime tomorrow.)