*continued from Part 5!*
Circus Pirates - Part 6
Inside, there was the largest room I had seen thus far on my earlier “tour” of the ship. There was a long table, with a hodgepodge of men sitting about it. There was a small, yet impressive chandelier hanging from the low ceiling above the table. It was lit with two dozen dripping candles. The table was set with a mostly complete collection of china, and two silver candlesticks.
At the head of the table across the room sat Henry. He smiled at me as I came in. I quickly put my attention to Angie as she led me to the right side of the table. She took the seat next to Henry, across from Kross. She motioned for me to sit in the chair next to her. I sat between her and muscular bald man with impressively intimidating tribal tattoos covering a large portion of his naked back.
Angie had started talking to Henry, and others around the table were talking amongst each other. I looked at the man across the table from the tattooed one and my jaw dropped. The man had a horrid, warped scar down his chin. He smiled at a comment made by the two men at the other end of the table and his bottom front teeth were missing.
The tattooed man noticed my staring, leaned over to me, and in a quite voice said, “Nasty, eh?” I quickly shut my mouth and stared at my lap. The man chuckled. “It’s alright. He’s friendly enough. That’s Red, our ship carpenter.” He looked back over at Red. “Oh! Where are my manners? I’m Tré,” he said, twisting in his chair and offering his massive hand for me to shake.
Was it just me, or was everyone on this ship huge? I thought to myself. I shook his hand and stared up at him. There was the tail end of one of his trailing tribal tattoos surrounding most of his right eye. It disappeared behind his ear and down the back of his neck, joining the patterns of swirls and triangles across the top of his back. He smiled and his eyes twinkled. He almost looked like a little boy when he smiled and his eyes were a blazing blue.
“You must be Iza.”
“Yes. Pleased to meet you,” I said, reverting to polite manners. I shook my head, my forehead wrinkling. I didn’t want to be submissive. That got me into trouble before, I thought. Be brave, I told myself. Just ask him. “So what’s the story with him?” I nodded to the toothless man. “Red?”
“Ah. Yes,” Tré leaned back in his chair, to be closer to my ear. I leaned in, curious. “Freak accident with a lion.”
“Lion tamer?” I asked.
“Yes, well,” he hesitated with a grin, “not so much. Hence, the nasty scar. That devil of a cat clawed at the man. It managed to tear his tongue out bringing his teeth with it and nearly took all the skin off his chin too. Man can’t grow a beard no more. Shame. Ugly sight that scar is.”
I cringed at the thought of the aftermath. “What happened to the lion?”
“Got out during the rampage,” Tré said.
Rampage? I thought. Angie nudged me. “Have you met Andrew? No, of course not,” she answered before I could. “This is Andrew, Henry’s First Mate. Andrew, this is Iza.”
I looked across the table from me, and there sat Andrew. I don’t know how I hadn’t seen him before. Oh my god! I screamed at myself. Was I an idiot for not seeing this boy sitting before me? I felt my face turning red. Not good.
I inclined my head to him from across the table, mostly to avert my eyes. “Elizab- er, Izabe- Isabelle, uh. I’m Iza,” I stuttered.
He nodded to me. “Andrew, First Mate to the Captain, Henry.”
Henry watched our exchange with curious interest and a grin. “Andrew is very good at his job.”
“Aye, right he is!” Angie heartily agreed, completely oblivious of my awkwardness. “He’d make you believe the entire British Royal Navy was chasing after your arse to get you to do your job faster.”
Andrew laughed. It was a deep, comforting laugh. “What can I say? I like to do my job, and I like to do it well,” he said.
Henry and Angie laughed. I smiled at him and his gorgeous sun-bleached blonde hair. He looked at me, still smiling. I grinned. His dark brown eyes had a certain sparkle to them that made me curious.
“Ah! Dinner is here!” shouted a man at the end of the table.
*Part 7 is here!*
I wish I could criticize your writing more. I feel so unhelpful. 
And as far as my cliffhanger endings, I do it to keep you strung along. ^_^ Thanks for staying with it! 
If I ever put this together as a novella or something, I'll probably change the chapter spacing. I dunno. I feel like this is sort of the skeleton of my story. Once I draft out the entire thing, I'll probably come back and put some more meat on it's bones, you know? Thanks again to everyone who has helped critique so far! 
