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[Iberia]

Coming back from Tortuga was always a nice change from the life out at sea. Well, no, that is really a lie – the only difference is the presence of other people and commerce and land to step on, as opposed to the confinement of a ship. It still did not mean the rest of the crew was not there – it only meant it was easier to get away from them for five minutes; sometimes an hour, if she was lucky enough. Well, that was an exaggeration; Sicounin could get away from them for as long as she needed, usually. But she was usually too frustrated to think so positively – or realistically, really; it depends on the point of view.

The Salty Sea pub was a good choice to spend some money that night – Sicounin could use some relaxation, yet she was not tired enough to go to sleep right away. And when was the last time she had sat down and got something to drink? Usually she was far too preoccupied with the people around her (or in some cases, the damage they could cause) to just sit down and relax for a little.

The brunette sat by herself at the pub, a jar of Manzanilla set on the table in front of her; she was holding a glass of the beverage, absentmindedly playing with its contents as she watched the people around her. Some faces were somewhat familiar as it was not the first time in her life that she had been here... But some were completely new to her. For a brief moment, she felt somewhat old in comparison to some of those she assumed were newcomers, but she immediately shook the thought away. Age only made a person wiser after all; it brought some more common sense and experience – though there were notable exceptions to some or all of these – and maybe a lot of these younglings would not live nearly as long as she had already.

“Ay, de todos modos me da igual…” She muttered to herself, taking a sip of the slightly salty wine. It really did not bother her at all; but they were at least interesting to look at, try and understand them. Sometimes she liked to try and guess what made others choose the same path as her – how such different reasons could lead to the same result. “As long as they don’t pick up a fight.”

[sonerdeniz1995]

Sadýk was having his a beautiful night like always. That was hot night. Sadýk was looking at the stars and the moon. Then he saw the pub and he wanted look at there. When he stepped to the bar he had He looked at the people in the pub but none was familiar. But they seemed entartaining to him. Then he said good and charming feeling maybe he can search a person who can give this feeling to him. He look everywhere in the pub but can't find that person slowly he got tired and went to bar and wanted a raký. The bartender didn't understand him so he gave him wine. Sadýk didn't say anything and drank his wine.

"Maybe I should come here more so I can get some friends.". Sadýk was happy to be in the Salty Sea. Meeting new people, having fun, relaxing was really made him enjoyed. He took his calendar from his pocket and added Salty Sea to his favorites.

Then Sadýk tried to go but he had that feeling again. It was like charm form him and he was interested about who can give this charm to him. Then he saw a beautiful lady. He walked to her slowly. Was she the one who was responsible for this charm? Firstly Sadýk looked at her carefully. Her eyes was like diamond and her skin was as shiny as gold. He wanted a wine from bartender. Bartender gave him his wine. At last Sadýk said to her "Excuse me. Did we met or seen each other before?". When he spoke to her he had that feeling again but this one was really strong. Then he dropped his glass and broke it. He apologized to his bartender and gave the cash. He waited her to answer and waited patiently.

[Iberia]

Sicounin liked to try and come up with silly stories based on the way those people looked and acted; one just seemed like an angry teenager so she could pretend this was just an act of teenage rebellion. Another was pretty, so pretty but seemingly harmless – maybe she was just tagging along. And then there was that other one who...

Someone’s sudden arrival snapped her out of those entertaining thoughts. Sicounin looked up at the man, eyeing him curiously; her eyes still shone under the dim light radiating from further across the room and her lips were pursed in the manner of someone deep in thought. She did not know him per se, but something about him seemed oddly familiar... Different, yes, but she felt as if she had seen someone who resembled him at some point; it was quite possible, but the feeling she got from this was strange, much like the one she got around certain people in her crew and those strange kids she once met...

“¿Qué?” She cut herself off when he dropped his glass and diverted her attention to the broken pieces, instinctively holding the glass in her hand a bit tighter, lest it have the same fate. It did not take her long to look back up at him. He seemed fairly young – older than those younglings she had been looking at moments before, but definitely younger than her. This sudden approach definitely surprised her and it took her a moment to come up with a half coherent response. “I don’t think so, no.” Though perhaps her memory was failing her; but she would not say that -heavens forbid Captain Vargas even heard her saying such a thing, he might laugh or something and she couldn’t exactly punch his face in. She took a sip of her Manzanilla wine, trying to push that thought to the back of her mind. “Perhaps you mistook me for someone else, mister...?” Well, she could at least ask for his name.

[sonerdeniz1995]

Sadık was completely distracted. And he didn't know what to do. He tried to pick up some broken pieces of his glass then he cut his finger suddenly. He didn't care of his and tried not to show his wound. His finger was bleeding faster and faster. Unfortunately he didn't have bandages. He kept his fingers where she couldn't see.

"Ah! My Apologies. I think I kept you from talking." He said with shame. He was nervous about making her scared or something so he tried to act very calm. He wanted an another wine from bartender. When the bartender gave him his wine but this time he held his glass very tightly. He was afraid of dropping his wine again. "Maybe you are right miss." he said. He was sure he seen her in somewhere. But he couldn't remember the place. Even how hard he try he couldn't. "Off! Where it should be? Where? My damn head remember it." he asked to himself quietly. He drunk his wine and tried to relax.

"I don't think so miss. I have never mistook someone in my life. I don't think I would do that today. Even the wine can't make me do that. I am sure of it miss." he said. He was too self-confident. He was pretty sure to his memory. He was still trying to remember something about her. And he found something which could be helpful."I could not be right but does your name start with S miss?" he asked suddenly. He tried not to seem creepy because scaring ladies was not something which he loved to do. And he hated magic always in his life. Mystic things always seem to him stupid and evil. The last thing he wanted to be called was a magician or something. His finger started to hurt but he was still waiting for her answer to remember the past things.