#tigodormi

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Bootay Bay consisted of an interesting and unique sort of clientele. The Tavern in specific put these individuals in the spotlight after a few grogs and ales. Accompanied by music from the shanty, the atmosphere was inviting and chaos-inducing. It was the kind of place that drew Captain Tiggs Mondeley.

Adjusting the brim of her hat, she stepped over a drunken denizen. His expression peaceful despite the beating he had just received from another drunken bystander. One might label this sort of place as a savage jungle, but to her, it was home. It was also a place of recruitment for her ship, the Dragon's Eel.

Instinctively, she side-stepped a pair of men engaged in a fight as they slid across a table and shattered the glass bottles on top. Promising, she mused as she watched the fight play out. After all, it took a certain level of brawn to handle a ship and be a capable pirate.

Though cunning was very hard to find in the bar as she took her seat and observed. Her smirk was ever apparent as she raised a hand and beckoned the bar wench over. A single gold coin was tossed onto the serving tray as she spoke. "Bring me something with a bite," she says to the Goblin as they nodded their head and scurried across the floor to avoid being trampled.

Although the Captain had her crew, she didn't bring them with her this evening. Perhaps she enjoyed the solitude of venturing off on her own. A shout rang out from across the room as another brawl broke out over a maiden who had been kissed by a drunken lovesick man. The conflict was far nastier than the other fights as fists were lobbed profusely at the offender.

When the goblin had returned, Captain Tiggs took the mug and drew it to her lips for a satisfying quench. A rueful look washed over her features as she set the mug down. The idea of creating more disorder came about as she began to whisper a soft incantation. Gray and black particles of sand swept to her fingertips as she watched the fights start to move in slow motion and then eventually stop. The actions of the individuals in the area were all frozen as if time had simply stopped.

Standing up from her seat, she went about to filch some extra coin from her hapless patrons. And then she made a point to pants several of the drunks and place their flintlocks upon her belt. Ruffling through some of their bags, she collected newfound treasure maps, trinkets, and keys to mess with before making her way onto the stairs.

"As always, Bootay Bay - thanks for all the loot~" She casually quips and leaves the establishment. Upon her exit, all the patrons would suddenly be able to move. And the outrage of her meddling could be heard from below. Such a devious little way to make her name known~