pirate appearance - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The pirate's skin was of deepest ebony and her slight frame was deceptive. Her baggy clothes hid it well but she was strong and muscular. There was no better swordsman on the ship than her and if she felt you had disrespect in your tone you would pay with your life. She was beholden to no man. She was the captain.
The pirate gripped his sword with only three fingers and his thumb. He had one empty eye socket and a lopsided grin. His nose was as beaky as the parrot that sat on his broad shoulders and he stared at you with eyes as cold as the ocean.
The pirate's appearance was deceiving. He looked like a ramshackle beggar, or a useless drunk. But even the other pirates feared him. His reputation preceded him. He would make his men richer than their wildest dreams, but if they questioned an order they would die a painful and public death. His men would describe him as sadistic and ruthless, but in the pirate world these were compliments.
The pirate was as bald as he was tall, towering over even the tallest of us by six inches or more. His clothes were bright colours and the finest fabrics money can buy. At his side he carried a fine sword and about his neck he wore heavy gold adornments. He certainly looked successful, and not one to be trifled with.
The pirate's hair hung in thick black dreadlocks about his haggard face. His skin was thick and bore the creased that come with age. He was thin but sinewy muscle on his limbs made him look strong nevertheless. His face bore scars and his nose had a chunk missing. His eyes were as dark as rum and followed you with sly calculation.
His skin was warm and sun-kissed from long days out on the deck, watching over the crew. His loose cotton shirt was tucked into baggy brown pants, hiding his strong and muscular frame. At his side was a fine sword, and the hilt gleamed in the low light below deck.
Blackened teeth, green teeth, yellowed teeth, gap toothed snarl, missing teeth, scars, beard so bushy you could loose a bird in it, matted hair, peg leg, gold hoop earrings, battered black hat with gold trim, calloused hands, weather beaten thick dry skin, swords, daggers, treasure maps, bury treasure, parrot.
The beautiful, glossy pirate ship was as ginger as a ginger bread. As it sparkled its way into the clear blue sea the loud Captain blew its horn. At its arrival to the river bank the passengers were absolutely delighted to see the luxurious ship that had many secrets and discoveries to find.
The pirate stared at the town as if he could barely believe it wasn't an apparition brought on by too much sun and rum on the boat. His gait was unsteady, but Celia couldn't tell if that was from the drink or from not being used to walking on a ground that didn't move with the waves. The lines on his face bore testimony to his skill, no pirate lived to look that weathered if they could not hold their own in a battle. His head was entirely bald and he was clean shaven. There was no smile on his lips, no twinkle in his grey eyes and all the while he kept one hand on the hilt of his sword.
The pirate had the tanned and leathery skin that went with years on the deck of a boat. He spoke with a deep gravelly voice and wore a patch over one eye. When he walked he limped but there was nothing else about him that would elicit your sympathy. He was armed to the teeth with daggers and pistols and dressed all in black. The only thing that was white on him was his beard and he wore it with pride. Any pirate that lives long enough to see white hair is one to be feared and respected.
The wind dragged at the captain's clothes, tugging at his loose, white cotton tunic with invisible hands. He stood on the bow of the ship, overlooking the clear, tranquil waters of the Mediterranean.
Pirate speak: Ahoy there matey, shiver me timbers, landlubber, scurvy dog, hey ho me hearties. Pirate ship, flying the jolly roger, scull and cross bones, walk the plank, swabbing the decks, sing sea chanteys.
Her hiding place had been discovered, down from the dark murky cabin her eyes saw a set of strong manly legs clad in torn trousers, lingering painfully at a conspicuous bulge she gasped as she took in the barrel like chest glistening with sweat, thick long arms with hands armed with violent weapons dangled loosely, her eyes slowly swept the length of a rough scarred neck, a chin of grizzled stubble that led to a sensual set of lips which were twisted into a jeering grimace, a once good looking nose which was bent slightly caused hazel grey eyes to appear oddly spaced....he was bald....he was attractive...he was ugly...he was a pirate.
The pirate was a man of an impressive bulk.His chest, coated with a veneer of lush black hair, arched across his upper torso menacingly.