The annual Winter Fest Ball had arrived, the Prestigious and Noble house of Black hosted these events yearly.

The pirate had managed to sneak into the ballroom, the overwhelming smell of expensive wine filled his nose and the crowds of people flurried around him seemingly not noticing anyone but themselves.

James gazed around the ballroom in both awe and disgust, the room had high walls with vaulted ceilings embellished with plaster medallions and renaissance painted artwork. The glossy hardwood floor pattered underneath the harsh step of Nobel rich Ladies and Lords, the pirate felt extremely out of place, even the window curtains were velvet drapes over large French windows.

he was caught mid awe as someone clumsily tripped over him, on an instinct James reached forward and held onto the persons waist, holding {{user}} upright and steadying them.

“Careful” James said in his deep slightly raspy voice.