"Hey now, dat isn't very nice o' ya." He chuckled, dodging the swipe that was definitely aimed at his neck.

"Back ya foul beast!" Her voice cut the air as sharp as her blade had. She rolled away from her "attacker" and was instantly in a ready position, her stance steady.

Her eyes widened when she recognized who she had slashed blindly at. Quickly, she straightened.

"Sorry, I didn't see-"

"No harm, no crime, mon." He chuckled again, holding up his hands. Smirking, he leaned against the wall he had been standing on before she came along. He looked her over slowly.

She was standing solidly, her weight centered, which meant she was a fighter. Indeed, now that he cared to look, she had two swords strapped to her waist, scimitars. Her armor was leather, but light, mobile. He wanted to categorize her as a rogue, after she had twisted so deftly, but her boots and muscles contradicted that. Along with her oddly shaped hat. Her outfit made some idea spark in his mind, but he couldn't remember at the moment. She seemed slightly uncomfortable, her long, arching brows furrowed above her eyes-

Her eyes! They were a crystalline blue. He blinked twice, and stared, until she noticed and stared back.

Confusion was now a steady being in his mind. She had the shorter, slender frame of an elf, Blood elf by her tan skin, but her eyes were so blue, rather than green.

Were they supposed to be like that? He wondered.

"Are what supposed to be like what?" She replied. It took him a moment to realize he had asked aloud.

"Your eyes. Dey s'posed to be all…blue like dat?"

She blinked at him, then cocked her head. "Er, I don't think anyone else has eyes like mine. S'far as I know, I'm the only one."

Now he was more than confused. He was closer to bewildered. Weren't blood elves supposed to worship proper speaking? Intrigued, he looked her up and down again. Cutlass, leather, nimble, hat, boots, muscles, odd accent…

She turned her head and looked towards the zeppelin nearby. She had been heading towards it when this troll caught her from the shadows.

When she moved, he saw her earrings were shining silver, and she had three hoops in one ear, two in the other. His eye traveled down to her wrists, where several silver bangles hung, and her hands had their share of silver rings.

"I have to go now. My cre-party is waiting for me in Booty Bay."

At this, he remembered what she appeared to be.

"Hey, mon, joo be a pirate!" He exclaimed. Her eyes widened, and she glared.

Suddenly he was thrown into the shadows, and gasped in surprise.

"Alright, if ya wanna get outta this alive, yer gunna do what I say, got it?" She snapped. He nodded numbly, surprised at this change.

A spluttering sound filled the air as she opened her mouth to give him her first order, and she turned to look at the arriving zeppelin.

"Damn it…" she cursed, and sighed.

"So…you gunna let me go den?" He asked her, and smiled charmingly. One of her perfect eyebrows rose.

"Let ya go? Just like that? I don't think so." Her smile was dangerous.

"Yer comin with me."

He gulped.

The zeppelin master shrugged when she bought both tickets for the ride, and didn't see the tight grip she held on the taller trolls arm. She yanked him on board, her boots thumping perfectly on the zep. The troll followed without seeming like he didn't want to be there, smiling at the undead and few orcs. They blundered down the steps, and she let go of his arm for a second to unlock a door.

He only took one step away before she natched his hand, squeezing tightly as a pair of orc warriors came down the steps and passed them.

"Isn't this nice sweetie?" she said in an overly cheerful voice. He stared at her for a while, nodding dumbly as she pulled him into the room, slamming the door closed before dropping his hand and grabbing the front of his vest. Mail vest.

"Where was I? Oh yea…yer comin with me!" She glared her sparkling eyes up at him, giving no quarter.

He slowly held up his hands, tucking in his chin to clearly see her. "Hey, me tinks it's a little late fo me ta escape." As if on cue, the zep spluttered and jerked into motion.

"Not dat I even wanted to." He added, and smiled.

She blinked, bewildered, before shaking him a little.

"D'you have any idea who I am?" she asked, little hands turning white from gripping him. He slowly reached up and pried them from his armor.

"Me tinks yer Captain Dagger, free pirate, who just recently hit Azuremyst Isle."

She pulled her hands away and tossed her pack on the bed.

"Well, th' news is a bit behind. That was a month ago. I just got done sellin the last of the booty."

His gaze flicked to the bag, lumpy as it was. "And that would be…?"

"Shrunken heads."

His eyes popped as he stared at her.

"Money, dimwit. Gold, jewels, general booty." She gave him a questioning look. "You really thought I was carrying around shrunken heads?"

He shrugged.

"Seriously though mon, I woulda come wit ya if ya had asked me. Been needen ta get outta Undercity."

"You're joking." She accused. He shrugged. "Why the hell would you want to come with a pirate! We are evil! We kill stuff for fun!" She made a slashing motion with her hand as if to prove her point.

He laughed.

"Mebe to other people. But I know you are a nice little she-pirate." He patted her on the head, and earned a smack on the face.

"Don't you dare talk down to me! I'm the one armed here!" She pulled out her slim cutlasses.

Slowly, he reached up and pulled out two massive swords, one glowing white, the other a pitch black.

Dagger gulped.

He put them back.

Her eyes narrowed again, and her blades slipped into their scabbards.

"I guess I do need a new first mate…"