the sailor in the bar

[Venture]

You walk into the dark bar, there are not many patrons this early in the day, sunlight streams in through the cloudy discolored windows.

You see a man in his mid twenties, he's sitting back with a pint chatting up the barmaid.

She asks. "Where are you from" In a mildly interested tone.

He replies in a very enthusiastic manner. "Well my dear actually just outside Aquor, but, I've been away for quite some time. I'm quite happy to be home truthfully."

He finishes his pint and orders two more. Pays and sips his beer in silence.

The barmaid, looking obviously bored with the lack of clientel starts up conversation again. "So whats your name anyway? I've got family in aquor."

He chuckles to himself and then replies. "My name is Vincent Venture." He cocks his head to the side and smiles big.

"Hmm, never heard of any Ventures before" she replies.

He takes a big drink of his beer and looks at the woman. "Well no, its not the family name" he laughs again and finishes his pint before moving onto the second.

"I changed my name, I mean really my name was so bad"

Looking intrigued and a little less bored, the barmaid places her head in her hands leans on the bar and asks. "Well now you have to tell me" her eyes widen.

"Okay well, you know how people quite often take their names from their professions?" she nods.

"Well my great granparents, grandparents and then my parents farmed a mud like clay, often used to pottery and plates and, well whatever. So their name was muckfarmer." he rolls his eyes and gives a large sigh before continuing. "They named me Ronald, come on, Ronald Muckfarmer."

The barmaid proceeds to burst out laughing.

He winks at her, finishes his beer and flicks her a gold piece. He laughs to himself one more time before getting up and walking out.

[Venture]

The following morning, in the same bar shortly after opening, the front door bursts open. Vincent walks in soaked to the bone, water beading off of his greased back hair.

"By the gods were you out in that storm all night?" asks the young barmaid.

Smiling ear to ear and not seeming bothered at all he replies "I was though, I'm not sure I'd call that a storm."

"Well anyways come in warm up by the fire" She throws another log onto it for him.

He orders a pint and a leg of lamb, then begins to dry himself.

"So Vincent, If you're just returning home where have you been?" she looks at him intrigued.

He takes a moment to reply "Well I ran away at about ten, could'nt stand the thought of digging mud for the rest of my life. I stowed away on a ship, and that's more or less it. Eventually I was found out, but the captain was nice enough and he hired me on. Worked for him for over a decade. Then we got boarded by pirates....." His speech trails off as he is clearly caught up in thought.

[Venture]

"pirates" she exclaims looking rather excited.

Vincent looks up at her and with a somber tone "It's not all that glamorous madaam, they threw most of our crew over board, cut our captains neck and burnt our ship, me and six others were thrown in their holding cells."

He finishes his beer and orders another as his dinner is brought out to him, he pulls a dagger out of its holster and starts cutting his meat.

The barmaid stares at him as he eats, as though she has found her new source of entertainment for the evening.

After a minute or two in silence she can wait no longer "So, how did you get out of the pirate's cell?

"Well theres one bright side to carrying daggers, there easy to hide" He finishes chewing before continuing on. "I always keep a spare blade tucked away for emergencies, and after watching 3 of my mates die to their wounds I was finally able to get the lock off the door." He makes a stabbing twisting motion with his dagger.

"We waited till night, rum had distracted the pirates as it usually will, I took point cutting throats, we worked our way through their bunks into the captains quarters. We took the ship though with only four of us to sail it....well, let's just say umberlee took us to apart a day later."

He begins to eat again, and it seems clear to the Barmaid that's all she is going to get out of him tonight.