✖ Dante ✖ Mission Nineteen: // Port Royal

[albinoidiot]

[It was another good evening in another nameless bar. The smell of sweat, sea weed, and booze was a heaven for all the pirates about the place. Dante stood out, of course. He always stood out. Dressed in his bright red leather surrounded by harlots and pirates, he was at a card table taking a swig of the bottle at his right.]

You guys are making this too easy!

[He had won another round, the pirate's roared in protest removing their eye patches, hats, necklaces, guns- whatever it was they were betting at the time. Dante had quite a good pile and he moved along to put an eye patch on. He followed with a hat.]

We could always make this interesting, Captain. You can have all your stuff back with this hand... if you bet that big ship of yours.

You seem confident, that's a dangerous thing to be in a game of chance, lad.

You know, women always ask me why I'm confident so I'll tell you the same thing I tell the. [He waits until the captain and the crew think about the offer. He nods his head and Dante gives a mischievous grin sliding all the things in his pot to the center.]

I'm confident because I'm the best. I deserve the best. Speaking about the best, you wouldn't happened to have seen a red-head running around, would you? Doesn't wear a lot, has really long red hair, nice markings all over that fine body, biggest tits you've ever seen... you know who I'm talking about?

[There's another roar of laughter from the men and mad giggles from the harlots who in protest to him flattering another woman, hit him with their fans. He fixes his hat.]

Play the card, boy. Stop dreamin' up nymphs. There's real women here.

[Dante shrugs and lifts his cards. The captain stands up in anger while the crew storms in protest.]

I guess I just won myself a pirate ship!