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Post by moonshadow on Jul 14, 2006 5:42:59 GMT -5
Two long months have passed since I first came to Tortuga seeking a place on a ship, and now the wait is becoming agonizing. At first I was content to wander around the town, allowing the memories of my childhood to seep back as I revisited once familiar places, but now I grew restless. I sit at the bar, sipping my drink, eyes shifting across the drunks and theives that frequent the inn. There was no shortage of pirates here, but there are none who can offer me what I want.
A tattered hat covered my dark chestnut locks, loosely and none too carefully braided back in a single plait which had gradually been undoing itself all day, the odd strand falling out and further obscuring my femenine features. The hilt of my sword was clearly visible and a dagger was concealed in my boot. I am not a violent person by nature, but certainly not one to be messed with.
I toss the barman a coin and order another ale, absent mindedly pushing my hair off my face a little. I will spend one more night here, I decide, then tomorrow I will move on, perhaps back to Port Royal, to see if my luck is any better there. I have spent a fair part of my search staying here, in the lodgings above the tavern. It was a far cry from what I was used to, but I was glad. I would never go back to that life, I yearn for freedom, freedom and the open seas.
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Post by J.ack on Jul 14, 2006 10:56:30 GMT -5
I took a few steps into the Tavern, of course it hasn't been a while since I came here. After a long journey to Tortuga from Port Royale it was about time that me and the crew got a few drinks down us and felt land. I sighed as I spotted no one that I knew here. Although lots of damned pirates here, only one caught my eye. Yet again it was a female, aye be having the taste for them after a few weeks on the sea. She be sat down on the bar, per usual this is how I met most of the girls I previously dated. What a time that was.
I used to mess around and be foolish with them, but now I hold more respect suprisingly for them. They were'nt much different to us folk on board The Pearl. Of course she was a she too and one heck of a beauty.
Walking towards the bar I stood close to the one I previously had my eye on at first. Sighing I chucked two or three coins on the counter. Enough to get me a huge mug full of rum. The man behind the counter grabbed the coins and starts filling a mug of ale. What? I quickly stutter and stumble before speaking to the man.
"What are you doing! Fool I want rum!" I say unrespectfullly and loudly so he can hear me.
"Sorry sir, ran out o' rum. Ale will 'ave t' do."
I pause but then remain silent. Rembering that there is a lady next to me. Although I wouldn't concern her dress scence to be lady-like. She would seem to be more... never mind. I sigh and wave my hand at the tender to continue pouring ru.. sorry ALE.
" 'Ere you are. One mug o' ale."
The tender said and placed the ale on the counter. Sighing I reached forward and gulped a few down before placing it onto the counter once more.
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Post by moonshadow on Jul 14, 2006 11:11:26 GMT -5
The footsteps of another come to my ears and I glance up briefly, eyeing him for a moment or two before averting my gaze and taking another sip of my drink. Clearly this one was a pirate and a slight smile creeps onto my lips as I hear the conversation between him and the barman. Pirates and their rum. I thought to myself, though I can hardly talk. As a child my mother let me try a little and I hated it but I find that as I have grown older it has grown on me, and I myself rather enjoy it.
I look up again at the man next to me, taking in his somewhat eye catching appearance as I speak.
What is the world coming to when there is no rum to be found in Tortuga?
There is a slight smile upon my lips and my eyes twinkle with amusement as they regard him through the haze of tobacco that seems to be a permenant fixture in almost every tavern.
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Post by J.ack on Jul 14, 2006 11:21:24 GMT -5
"One huge disaster I tell you that."
I kept my fingers aimlesslt stuck to the mug, just incase some druken fool tries stealing it. Nothing comes between me and my drink... maybe the Pearl but that is my life. I look down at her, soon to actually see some that of natural beauty. Natural beauty I never seen since my ship was announced mine. I gaze at her sparkling eyes... no I wasn't going to fall for it that easily. I shake my head and send dreadlocks to cut through the air. One piece wacking me in my face. I raise my other hand and swiftly whip that piece away. Hopefully not showing too much of my arm because my sleeve fell down to my elbow in the meantime of doing so...
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Post by moonshadow on Jul 14, 2006 11:36:27 GMT -5
Can't argue with that.
I agree, taking another swig of ale. As his sleeve falls down I notice the markings on his arm but I say nothing. What I see only confirms what I already guessed.
I'm Art by the way.
I say, not using my full name that I detest so much.
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Post by J.ack on Jul 14, 2006 11:45:39 GMT -5
"Aye... nice to meet ya' Art. The names Captain Jack Sparrow savvy."
I sighed hopefully giving a good impression. Using the same hand, I held me hand out to for her to shake it. Holding my hand quite sturdily although it was kinda hard not too. I didn't want her too think that I was drunk already because I wasn't. It's mearly 'cus of me waving and lots of body gesture I give out. Bloody heat... bloody pirates. Yet I couldn't say much me self...
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Post by moonshadow on Jul 14, 2006 16:26:51 GMT -5
Nice to meet you too - Captain.
I take his hand and shake it firmly, perhaps surprising to him, perhaps not. Captain As the word is spoken it hits my ears like the first drops of rain after a long drought. And of course there was his name. I had heard it spoken many a time, for piracy was a frequent topic for discussion among my father's guests, not that I would let him know this of course.
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Post by J.ack on Jul 16, 2006 14:04:46 GMT -5
"Aye... be you looking for something. A certain job... item... something like that?"
He tried putting on his... pirate-y voice on. He knew that something had clicked in her brain of hers. Most certainly it was him, he had a sense for these kinda things.
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Post by moonshadow on Jul 16, 2006 14:12:16 GMT -5
You could say that. I reply. I'm looking for a job.
My tones unexpectant and unassuming. I am not one to fall over myself to get things done and that will doubtless never change. My finger traces circles absent-mindedly around the rim of my tankard as I await his reply, wondering if this is the opportunity I have been waiting for.
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Post by J.ack on Jul 17, 2006 9:49:06 GMT -5
"What job ye' afta' love."
I questioned quite quickly after her speaking. I watched her slowly run her finger round, it reminded of her...
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