Light greens and deep reds streaked before my eyes. Then the tip of a sword. I liked the first much more. Following the sword was a face. I would give anything for the colors now. A pirate knelt down in front of me, his hair long and dark, his eyes a dark shade of yellow, his face dirty and scared, and his sword at my own not so dirty face.
A smile spread across his lips, not a happy go lucky I just ate the best thanksgiving dinner ever smile, but more of a I just got the treasure and now I get to kill it smile. That was ok with me, I was looking for the death. "I think you came to dance." He said as his smile grew bigger. I could see his teeth then and I'm telling you they didn't help him look any cleaner.
"If all I get to do is dance I think I actually came to the wrong place." I said back. I stretched a smile across my own face, and laced my words with sarcasm. The less likable I could be the deader I could be.