“Lieutenant!” Carson exclaimed in surprise when he saw me and Rowan in front of him. The male was on chaperone duty with me, so it wasn’t a surprise to see him here. “Hey Carson,” Rowan replied nonchalantly and looked around.
“You look nice Carson,” I complimented his pirate costume, rugged and dirty looking but still quite dashing. His hair was a mess, he had a huge ring earring on one ear and also a pricing on his nose, a fake mustache, and he wore the eye patch on his forehead.
I can’t help but chuckle when he tried to say “Ay, ay milady,” as to how a pirate would and the gesture as well but failed miserably. He obviously was trying to copy the accent as well, yet his voice wasn’t gruff enough. And his act of a pirate looked too awkward for some reason.
Scratching his head awkwardly
