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Post by Lauren on May 7, 2007 10:06:57 GMT
I was bringing my stolen ship slowly into the Tortuga docks. I couldn't believe I'd actually made it. I was in Tortuga at last! This wasnt going to be easy, I told myself, but that wasnt going to stop me. I grabbed a loose rope and tied it down. 'Lola Turton' the BEST female pirate in the Caribbean. I laughed and wiped the sweat from my brow, running a ship on your own was harder than it looked.
I leaped over the railing and my boots made a dull thump as they came into contact with the wooden docks. The minute I left port I had changed out of my restricting dress and put on something a little more piraty. A white shirt, long brown waistcoat, black breeches and knee high boots - just because I'd turned pirate didnt mean I couldnt have style. I had my mother's blood red, silk scarf tied around my waist like a sash, to remind me why I had left.
I paid the harbormaster a shilling and headed towards the town. I needed a job, and the Tavern was the best place to start looking for one.
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Post by Lana on May 7, 2007 18:57:22 GMT
The night was falling, but for Tortuga it meant the awakening. The taverns were filling by already drunk sailors, pirates, merchants, wenches - the usual jazz.
Jack smirked lazily to his own reflection in the smooth surface of dark rum.
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Post by Lauren on May 7, 2007 19:07:29 GMT
The owner of the Faithful Bride gave me a job cleaning tables. It was a tedious post, but I promised myself it was only for a short time.
There was a group of roudy Pirates in the corner. I picked up my rag and walked across the clear away their empty mugs.
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Post by Lana on May 7, 2007 19:13:50 GMT
Taking a sip, Jack looked around slowly, letting his gaze travel around the tavern. He had no particular business in Tortuga, and soon enough his precious Pearl would sail away to the unknown. But he had to wait for the early sunset and it could mean only one thing: more rum needed.
"'Ey, mates, some more good ol' rum wouldn't hurt", - he grinned at the barmaid.
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Post by Lauren on May 7, 2007 19:17:01 GMT
"Urgh," I groaned as the Pirate grinned at me. I picked up his empty mug and turned to fetch some more bottles from behind the bar.
"Here you are, sir," I tried to smile sweetly, placing the bottles in front of him.
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Post by Lana on May 7, 2007 19:20:03 GMT
"Sir?" - Jack flashed her a gold-tooth smirk, amused by this unexpected word in a dirty, yet his favourite, Tortugan tavern. - "What are ye, luv, a maid in the governor's house?"
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Post by Lauren on May 7, 2007 19:23:07 GMT
"Something like that," I muttered, adjusting my sash. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked, hoping I could go back to my duties, it was dull but this Pirate was making me uncomfortable.
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Post by Lana on May 7, 2007 19:25:13 GMT
"We-e-ell..." - he pretended to be thoughtful for a moment. - "If there's anythin' ye'd *like* t' do fer me, I could share my bot'l of rum with ye", - he slurred slightly.
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Post by Lauren on May 7, 2007 19:33:48 GMT
I weighed the options. Have a drink with this pirate, or clean up empty mugs.
I slumped down in the chair next to him and grabbed the bottle, taking a long swig.
"Eh!!" My boss, the Tavern owner, came up behind me and grabbed my collar, pulling me to my feet. "I dont pay you to get drunk!"
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Post by Lana on May 7, 2007 19:41:21 GMT
"How rude", - Jack smirked at the man who was stubby and reddish in the face. - "This lady isn't gettin' drunk, she's gettin' me drunk, which is, in fact, incredibly profitable fer yer enterprise, 'cause if I happ'n to be too drunk, I might pay ye for a room upstairs and for a few more bottles of rum, mate. So don't let yer money slip right though yer fingers".
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