"Haven't seen ya' around here before~" (O/O) (closed)

And who would? heck its a freaking prison. But not just any, no its one in the sixteen hundreds.
The floors are made or dirt and sh-, the walls are rock and breaking out seems almost impossible. But who says it is impossible? Especially when its one of the most feared pirates of England?
And you, well my friend it just so happens you got caught stealing/where accused of being a witch, and Estaban took an interest. Deciding to break the both of you out before your death sentence- which by the way is in only a few hours, his being even closer.
But once out what will you do? Having a woman (if you so choose) aboard the ship is bad luck? Will you try and convince him to take you along? Or will you convince him to come with you?

Idk if anything I just said is historically accaret (that English?) But if it is, yay for me!
I don't really care if this is straight or gay, but tbh I think the whole witch thing would be fun. Its really up to you though.
If you want a template I'll post one. But the chance of me filling it out is pretty low.

My only rules is try and type more then two lines, use some proper English and gramer.
Now English isn't my main language, so even I mess up the spellings of words.

HI

Greetings.

This sounds super cool? Any chance I could join?

Heck yeah! Come on in!

Nice! I love your witch idea, btw, so could I go with that?

Totally! Would you like a template or no?

Yes please! If I don't have a character who fits, I might have to make one.

Name-
Age-
Gender-
Sexuality-
Personality-
Appearance-
Fears-
Likes-
Dislikes-
Quirks-
Backstory-
Other-

Here ya' go. ^^ //

I'll fill it out as quick as I can!

Like I said above, I'm probably not gonna fill it out. I might. But probably not.

Name- Lucida "Lucky" Delmar
Age- 20
Gender- Female
Sexuality- Pansexual
Personality- tbd, but probably my usual type thing.
Appearance- https://www.pinterest.com/pin/764697211708597599/
Fears- Fire, getting too attached to someone and then losing them.
Likes- Drinking, music, dancing, a thrill, getting in trouble.
Dislikes- Fire, obviously. Creepy guys, the treatment of women at this point in time.
Quirks- A photographic memory.
Backstory- Grew up in a fishing village on an island in the Keys. Her village was attacked and pillaged by soldiers, then burned to the ground. She escaped on a fishing boat and made her way around through stowing away and stealing boats.
Other- Totally willing to pretend to be a man if it gets her away.

Oh! I like her!
Shall I post the starter now?//

Yeah!

The smell was almost over whelming, almost. But Estaban had grown used to such smells. Though that still didn't change the fact that he'd missed the sent of the salty waves. But he had to setel for death and Litarlly carp, he supposed those where okay too. Estaban sighed deeply and leaned against the cold wall- as it was winter- and shivered slightly. Gosh how he wished they'd give them some kinda warmth, but he was scheduled to die anyway. A commotion out side startled him, shouts of a witch rung out. "A witch eh?" A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He'd never met a witch before.

((Q! Is she being arrested, or brought in?))

(Either or. Your pick. ^^)

A witch. Of all the things Lucky was being arrested for, it was that? She had met plenty women that called themselves witches, and they were all very nice women. She bared her teeth in a wicked grin at the soldier pulling her through the halls of the prison, and was promptly slammed into a wall and then thrown into a cell. Through some miracle, she managed to stay on her feet, stumbling a bit, and spun around just in time to shout a string of not-so-lady-like curses at the retreating man.

"A witch huh?" Called Estaban from the cell across the hall. He'd changed his leaning spot. Trading it from the wall to the the bars that sealed his exit. His dark green eyes watching her like a predator. "But not really a witch I presume?" He pronounced his I's as Aye, but his English seemd well. Especially for someone like him, a pirate.

"What's it t' ya?" Lucky called back in a thick Spanish accent that had hints of sailor speak, wiping at the blood trickling from where her nose had hit the wall. She flung it off with a flick of her wrist, looking around the cell with a scowl. Great. This is really fuckin' great.

"Well if ya' really do practise the devals' magic. Td' sure be a help." Estaban slipped into an less understandable way of speech. The way he spoke around his crew. After all its not like he wanted anyone to catch on. "Aye'd gladly help us both out." He shifted his weight. A real witch would be a help. A fake? Useless. He'd probably use her as bait if he'd even gotten her out.

"The devil's magic." Lucky scoffed, stepping over to the small window high on the wall of her cell. Maybe I can squeeze out… "If it gets me outta here, I'm down fer anythin'." An idea sparked in her head, and she slipped back over to the bars, looking for a soldier.

"Tryn' ta Enchant a guard?" His tone amused. "Ya' know," he started, lowering his voice to just barely a whisper. All amusement gone. "They'd approach n' kill a pirate, but a witch? They'd stear clear if ya'd put on yer show. Scare em' a bit." A wicked grin pulled at his lips, revealing a chipped tooth. Of course it wasn't that noticeable, and should be expected. After all, its not like he'd never been punched in the face before.

"I was aimin' for the pregnancy angle. You got a decent idea there though." Lucky mused, mulling over the thought in her head. The only problem was the scar on her face. That didn't exactly help with seduction, although, she might be able to work around that….

"Shall we strike a deal then?" His words seeming to get post as he made his way over to the window of his cell, and looked out the window. He squinted against the sun, even though it was muted by the gray clouds somewhat. "When's yer' execution fer'?" He asked as he turned back to her.

"Couple hours I think." Every time she spoke, her 'r's gad a certain 'flip' to them, voice rolling like honey. "Waddya got in mind, cap'n?" It was only slightly mocking, mostly just a reference to how quick he seemed to take charge.

"Well like I said before, most won't try n' take on a witch. When my crew comes we'll get ya' out, n you put on yer little show n' scare the blood hell out of everyone else." Estaban froze, seeming to be listening to something. His grin only grew. "Hope yer' ready ma'am."
A few seconds latter a scuffle was heard above. A few shouts and curses, then silents. Estaban chewed the inside of his lip, hoping the suden lose of sound was his crew and not just some idiot they where dragging in.

"Ma'am is somethin' you call a lady." Lucky shot back, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "And I ain't one of those. I can put on a good show though, don' you worry." She winked, before focusing on the sounds above them. If it was a show he wanted, it was a show he'd get.

The door at the far end of the hall flew open and a lanky man walked though, walking with a slight limp and holding his side. "Morn' cap. Enjoyn' yer cell?" The two laughed. "Ya' blanken' fool. Glad yer still alive." He added and walked to the cell, keys in hand. Once the cell door was open Estaban walked out and stretched, "this little lady here's a witch. Our ticket ou'. Get her cell too." Estaban clapped the other on the back as he went to unlock the girls cell door. "What be so special about ya'd?" He asked as he swung her door open too.

"Absolutely nuthin'." Lucky shrugged, unbuttoning the top couple buttons of her button up, and rolled up the sleeves. She slipped a small knife from her boot, twirling it with a wicked grin. "I make a pretty good witch, though."