The nice bar area~ (attn. Anyone)

Still drinking vodka, taking a swing once in a while during the song, then continuing to sing.

Ludwig starts struggling and opens his eyes. This part, was the one he practised forever for and yet never got right. hitting the notes it rappid succesion he tackled the last part... and played it right.
"Danke gott," he muttered. He never liked to screw up in front of some of the patrons.
"Any other songs?" he asked.

He was silent for a while, and so was his crew also. His crew never really dared to do almost anything, unless they had his, the captains, premission, and they didn't even dare to ask a premission, because they could never really say surely on what mood he was in and what he might do. So they stayed silent.

Then he began to sing quietly at first, but then slightly louder:
"The king and his men, stole the queen from her bed... And bound her in her bones... The seas be ours and by the powers... Where we will, we'll roam...."

Ludwig noted the silence other than Ivan as he caught the lyrics and started the next line. "Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never say ve die!" he raised his voice a bit at the end.

Smiles a bit.
"Some men have died, and some are alive, and others sail on the sea... With the keys to the cage, and the devil to pay, we lay to fiddler's green..."

Then the crew sings along too.

"Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colours high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die!"

"The bell has been raised from it's watery grave... Do you hear it's sepulchral tone? We are a call to all, pay head the squall and turn your sail toward home!" Ludwig sang back, knowing the tune very well.

This was the pirate's song but he wasn't worried about guards. They could barge in and drag him off for all he cared. This tune, the enchanting and alluring tune was like a call to him.

"Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colours high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die!"

And they sung that three times before the crew got silent again, but Ivan continued:

"The king and his men, stole the queen from her bed... And bound her in her bones... The seas be ours and by the powers... Where we will, we'll roam...."

"Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never say ve die." he sang out again. So, this man was a pirate captain, huh?

'Looks like today did just get interesting~' he thought.

Then it was quiet for a while, but one group from the crew were whispering to each other, until one of them, really carefully, walked to Ivan, but not really close though, and was he slightly shaking..?
The man said, or rather asked something from Ivan, but in Russian.

Ivan turned his head a bit to look at the man, then slowly looked away again, and was silent. The crew member started slightly backing away, but before he could take even one step back, Ivan had already taken out his sword, and punctured the man's stomach with it.

He then slowly pulls the sword out, letting the crew member fall on the floor dead.

"Clean this mess...." He says while cleans his sword, and the other crew members carry their dead friend out.

Ludwig looks at the floor and grabs a cloth from behind Ivan before scrubbing the floor clean.

(If I was Ivan, I'd take Ludwig as a maid or something. He can cook, clean AND he is willing to do just about anything~!)

Puts his sword back to it's place, and is about to sit back down, but pauses when looks at the German. Thinks a bit.

Ludwig tosses the cloth into a fire. The unspoken oath to any patrons, as long as you kept your business yours, no one inside would care.

"Anyzing else?" Ludwig asks nonchalantly. He'd been through this once before... he just couldn't remember the pirates name.

"...... Nyet. No." Sits back down on the chair, drinking his vodka, but also thinking.

Ludwig smiles lightly. "Okay zhen." he states before going back to the piano and playing a soft German melody.

Is silent for quite some time, but then says something in Russian to his crew, and the crew leaves the Black Widow, going to do some other things.

Ivan himself stays.

Ludwig pauses when he sees them leave. Oblivious to the captain staying, he closes his eyes and starts a nice little waltzing tune.

Looks at the vodka in the bottle, svirling it a bit in the bottle, waching it move.
Glances at the German, tilting his head a bit.

He then got up, taking the bottle with him and also takes a chair. Puts the chair close to the piano, but not towards the piano. He sat on it, backwards though, so he could puts his arms and head on the back rest, the bottle lazily being between his fingers.

Ludwig continues tapping on the key lightly before deciding on a new song. He slowly started to play an old song before taking up the lyrics that went with.

"To the mast nail our flag it is dark as the grave, Or the death which it bears while it sweeps o'er the wave; Let our deck clear for action, our guns be prepared; Be the boarding-axe sharpened, the scimetar bared: Set the canisters ready, and then bring to me, For the last of my duties, the powder-room key." Ludwig sang heartily.

Ivan listened carefully, looking at the German the whole time, even if he took a swing from the bottle, he still looked at the man.

"It shall never be lowered, the black flag we bear; If the sea be denied us, we sweep through the air. Unshared have we left our last victory's prey; It is mine to divide it, and yours to obey: There are shawls that might suit a sultana's white neck, And pearls that are fair as the arms they will deck." Ludwig sings before stumbling and giving up.

"I never can get ze second chorus." Ludwig sigh before stretching his hands out.

Ivan looked at nothing at the moment really.

"There are flasks which, unseal them, the air will disclose Damieta's far summers, the home of the rose.
I claim not a portion: I ask but as mine - 'tis to drink and our victory - one cup of red wine.
Some fight, 'tis for riches: Some fight 'tis for fame:
The first I despise, and the last is a name. I fight, 'tis for vengeance: I love to see flow, at the stroke of my sabre, the life of my foe. I strike for the memory of long-vanished years; I only shed blood where another sheds tears. I come as the lightening comes red from above, O'er the race that I loathe to the battle I love."

Ludwig jumps up startled and whips around to see Ivan.

"Mein gott. Don't do zhat." Ludwig growled angrily before sitting back down and calming down. "I zhought you left." Ludwig stated, looking a bit interested. "Vhy didn't you?"

Ivan smiled a bit, looking slightly amused.

"Ee let ze crev to vonder around... Leeke ve vould have anything else to do....." He took a swing from the bottle.
"And Ee stayed, because Ee vant to drink Vodka, and ze best Vodka in Port Royal, ees here..."

Ludwig raises his eyebrows. "Really? Vell, ve do get zhis brand from Russia... I believe." Ludwig gives a small smile.

"Your crew... zhey seem frightened of you... Is zhat normal?" Ludwig asks out fo curiosity.

Puts the now empty bottle on a table.

"Да. Ee am not a nice captaeen. Nyet." Chuckles a bit, looking slightly amused by the fact that his own crew is afraid of him.

"Even though zey are my ovn crev, Ee don't hesitate to kill zem if they annoy me. Or do sometheeng stupid."