He lay wide awake next to a young woman who looked exhausted from a long entertaining night. She had her cheek on her palm and mouth buried beneath the sheet, her blonde hair shined as the sun made its way up into the sky.
Solomon could not resist the urge to play with her hair, curling with his fingers effortlessly and then giving her a kiss on her forehead. The sun for Solomon was a curse, yet a beauty for him, when it rose it resembled a new day,
it resembled that time was still running and catching up fast, however to him it was one of the most gorgeous sights to wake up to. "Unfortunately I have to leave, and this was my final stay." His voice was deep, deeper than most men he had met.
He always remembers the first reaction he gets when people hear it, some widen their eyes, others go as far to gasp. He ran his hair through his long thick dreads, and rotated his neck, before getting up and not even making the bed.
On the sheet where he lay, there was a red stain, it trailed back to the young woman, she was as silent as a whistle, lovely as a flower. Solomon reached his arm around her, almost caressing her, he gripped the amulet around her neck and ripped it off with little effort.
He turned to her to search for more valuable things, but there was none, he had already took everything valuable to her. He took her family amulet, her virginity, her class, and her life. The slender dark skin man put on his long coat and tied a red sash around his trousers.
He completed his look with musketeer looking hate, it had a black feather on it. He was ready, ready for his day to venture out, as today was the day he left this town and temporarily belonged to the sea.
He walked at an even pace, his pistols on his side, and rifle on his back. There were a lot of people who walked the port with thing the port with items like nets, fish, and carpets. The smell of water filled his nose... He didn't like it one bit, this made him glad that he fed last night.
The memories of the night came back to him like a stuffed man ready to vomit after too much food. The night he met the lady, her cries of pleasure, and her laugh when she had her first drink of alcohol. He wondered what she thought about when dining with him, could she of thought a life with him? Or could she have just been caught in a moment and would leave him afterwards, unfortunately for her she couldn't do that, maybe in the afterlife, but that was possibly unlikely. The men behind wooden stands called to him, but he ignored them. The amulet that he swiped could of fetched a fair price, but he couldn't risk it, he couldn't risk his name being called, regardless of being away at sea. He saw the crew in the distance, and quickened his pace being able to join them he wasn't late for the introductions.
First to introduce themselves was man who had his face wrapped, a man named Neis Leider, the way he spoke he seemed loyal and grateful. However it could of been a different story, he could of been the complete opposite, Solomon was no stranger to false first appearance game, one could say he was an expert or journeyman. The 2nd man to introduce himself, a man named Alexander Banniir, Solomon tilted his hat forward as the man who wanted his name shortened to Alex took a look at the crew, and then saying he looked forward to journeying with them. The 3rd man to introduce himself had thick dreads like Solomon, however his were brown and looked much softer, he only said one thing and that was his name, it, this gave Solomon the thought that he was a neutral man, only caring for himself. The man spoke his name as Azren Dwillen, it was an odd name but a name it was. The introductions took some time, but it had to be done, Solomon made mental notes as each person spoke. The next one was a woman, Solomon kept a hungry eye on her, he loved himself a good woman, though this one was dirtier and rougher, and had short hair, a woman was a woman. Her name Gale Crain, she said something different to rest, as if she was flirting with them. "Lets get along" she said, Solomon couldn't help but nod his head. The next was a man named Caelyn, he didn't seem confident but saluted in obedience, the other was a slave named Ignian another female Solomon looked forwarded to getting tangled with, fiery hair she had, it made him a little scared at first, but he kept notes. Lastly Arren Viper, he couldn't tell if it was man or woman, probably a little boy, but not to be estimated.
"My name is Solomon, its a pleasure." He said. with a straight face.