Who: Anders and OPEN What: Rum and Wenches (and eventually getting into trouble) Where: Tortuga When: Saturday night/Sunday morning Warnings: High for language (and later violence) Status: Open/Ongoing
Tortuga was certainly more fun than shit island and the cloud city thing. It was his kind of place, lots of booze, busty, willing wenches and thick men who were easily influenced by Bragi. And not a fucking care. He was certainly making the most of his time there and if he was going to be stuck back on that city afterwards, he was stockpiling rum and some of the other booze they had here. It was strong shit.
Anders was sat in a table off to the left of the bar with his feet propped up on it. Seated around him - one comfortably in his lap - were five of the Faithful Bride's wenches. The blonde in his lap he was pretty sure was called Cassandra (or maybe it was Crystal?). The redhead was definitely Scarlet, and the somewhat uglier blonde went by Gisella or something. The other two he had no idea. He let Bragi spin them a tale while he knocked back a bottle of rum in between.