Pirates and Princes

The strange foreigner tilts his head quizzically, a few dreads dislodge themselves and roll down his chest. Before long the man is eyeing your outfit, more particularly down south. His head bends lower and you feel your consciouseness slip again. His hot breath puffs onto your lips, slowly. Your knees give a little but the foreigner never released your hips, you feel yourself roll into his hands gently. He holds himself before your mouth and breaths in, his breath catches the rolls out, he smells like salt and leather.

CRASH!!! A spine tingling peel of broken casts reverberate against the ground.