Sneaking Out

[naomikings]

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"And don't you dare go outside or I'll smack you so hard, your father will feel it... wherever he is." It wasn't the first time Naomi was hearing this, given a different threat was used each time. She didn't know how her mother knew so many ways to cause pain, but she gained she had acquired such information from her well know job as a wench of Tortuga.

Jessica Kings, Naomi's mother, was dressed up like any other wench; Sky blue and gold dress pushed up her ample bosom, her dark brown hair put up high and decked with ribbons. She looked like a bird's nest ready to topple over, yet she somehow kept it up. Her face was caked with make up that made her as pale as ghost.

"Yes, mother..." Naomi was more than considered an adult woman now, but she was still being told to stay home while her mother made money pleasing men. It made Naomi sick to her stomach, and she wished she didn't have to think about it. Jessica frowned.

"Promise me, girl." She said.

"I promise I won't leave." Naomi rolled her eyes, sinking into the worn wooden chair she sat on in their shack of a house. Jessica patted her daughter on the head and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you, darling. Mum'll be home soon." With that being said, she was gone. The door clicked closed, Naomi's bright eyes watching it. She gave it a good few minutes before grabbing a hat from her room and dashing outside. This had only started a week or so ago, but Naomi enjoyed sneaking out. For 23 years, Tortuga had been a mystery to her. But now it was open to her eyes, and she was embracing it. The people, the smells (as disturbing as they were) and the drink were all different. A smile touched her face as she slipped between people, pulling the hat over her eyes. She was dressed in males clothing to hide her womanly figure, and she prayed it worked. Now... it was up to the people what happened this night.

[toobright88]

Kaleb gave a grunt of effort as he stepped onto the wooden dock, pulling tightly the docking rope for his small sloop the Sea Storm. He deftly tied the rope off, then adjusted his tri-pointed hat as he straightened, taking in the new sights and sounds of Tortuga. His bright-green and friendly eyes widened slightly at the mass chaos that seemed to rule the port town and a smile pulled at his lips. He had come to the right place.

He had arrived in Tortuga in search of employment, having become tired of the seemingly redundant life he had led. His father had been a respectable merchant, and it had been expected that he learn the trade and take over his father's business - but that was hardly what Kaleb wanted for himself. He craved a life of adventure, something more than worrying about whether or not the price of wool had gone down again, or if this season's wheat crops would sell on the foreign market. He and his father had never gotten along anyway, and their shouting bouts became even more frequent and more violent as Kaleb voiced his desire to do something more. Their final battle of wills had led to Kaleb being disowned, his father cursing after him as he gathered what little belongings he had and left. On his way to the docks he had visited his mother's grave one final time, then said goodbye forever to the place where he had lived his entire 18 years of life.

After nearly three years at sea, working on various sailing vessels and traveling far for a man his age, Kaleb had become an adept sailor, and eventually his travels lead him to the pirate port of Tortuga, where he hoped to fulfill his dream. He certainly looked the part as he stood next to the Sea Storm, and anyone who may have looked upon him could easily believe he was already a pirate. A well-fitting white tunic with wide sleeves covered his built and tattooed torso, cut by a wide leather belt with a tarnished silver buckle. A sash of dark blue circled his hips, along with another belt which held a pair of pistols and an old cutlass against his body. Dark pants were tucked into worn knee-high boots, and a yellow bandanna along with a tri-pointed hat with a long feather - one which swung behind him as he turned - adorned his head. A silver thumb-ring and several different bracelets jeweled one hand, and a leather cord with an intricate charm encircled his neck.

Giving his vessel a final look, Kaleb started towards town, humming a sea-song as he weaved through the residents and visitors of Tortuga.

[naomikings]

To the nearest tavern she went, her slender fingers pulling the hat further over her eyes. There was a sense of paranoia and worry as she turned her head left and right, but it only grew worse once she ducked into the rambunctious building. Candles glowing a honey-orange made the place look relaxing, but the smell of rum and other things hit her first. The reeled back for a moment and considered running back home, but stood straight and puffed her chest out. Thankfully, she was lacking a little in the bosom, so she had no trouble hiding.

"What can I get you, sir?" Said the balding tender, his hand rubbing at the inside of a mug. Naomi sat on a stool and lowered her head.

"Er... Rum?" She hadn't drank said liquid yet, but tonight she was quelling her curiosity. She knew it was the drink of pirates, and so she deduced that it was easy to get drunk off of, but it never hurt to try. The tender took a clear bottle from below the counter, handing it over.

"There. Ahem..." He cleared his throat, and Naomi handed the coins he wanted. They were put away in a pouch by the tender, to which Naomi took her rum and slipped away to a table. She sat down and grabbed the cork with her teeth, spitting it aside.

"Bottoms up!" She grimaced and put her lips to the brim, tipping it up slowly. The first drop wasn't bad, but when it washed over, she coughed and spit it out all over the table top. She whined, wiping her mouth off. Gross...

[toobright88]

Kaleb had entered the tavern, stepping to the side for a moment to let a pair of brawlers pass before continuing to the bar, shaking his head slightly in amusement. He waved to the bartender, about to order a tankard of ale, when yet another fight erupted behind him. A punch was thrown and Kaleb's request was interrupted as a sudden weight - the already unconscious body of a filthy pirate - slammed into him. The man's weight pushed Kaleb into another slight young 'man' already seated at a nearby table, one who seemed to be choking on his drink of choice. Kaleb managed to stay on his feet and pushed the unconscious man aside, letting him fall gracelessly to the floor, then turned to man he had inadvertently pushed. "Sorry 'bout that, mate."

[naomikings]

"Omph! Watch it!" Naomi's rum splashed out from the bottle and sloshed over her front, making her stand. Her brows came together and a gloved hand made to dry off her shirt. She disliked how easily these people got into fights, not to mention how often they bumped into each other. If it wasn't for the fact that she was born and raised here, she might have hated it.

"Sorry my bloody foot. Oh..." She muttered, looking up. When she saw the man there, she blinked and let her hands fall to her side. She was staring right at, what she thought, was a pirate. He was certainly dressed like one, and she instantly grinned. But that grin was one of awe, and so she remained silent with the groaning, shouting and cursing around her.

[toobright88]

Kaleb's right hand dropped to the hilt of his cutlass and he took a step backwards as the man stood, not sure if another fight was about to break out. As the other man faced him and smiled though, Kaleb relaxed and returned the grin. "No worries, eh? Buy you another?" he asked, motioning to the tankard on the table.

[naomikings]

Shaking her head, Naomi waved a hand. No more rum for her, she swore it. It was still burning her throat and tongue, her nose crinkled.

"No, thanks. Had my first drink just now, and I can't feel my mouth." She said with a small chuckle. A slight blush came to her cheeks as she stood before him, his very presence making her giddy. "Are... you a pirate?"

[toobright88]

Kaleb laughed aloud at the man's comment about the rum, nodding in agreement. "Aye. It has quite a kick alright."

Inclining his head and giving a slightly regretful smile, Kaleb answered the man's question. "Um...not really. I'm a sailor with no loyalties - but I'm not quite a pirate either. I'm looking to become one though. That's what brought me here." He paused a moment, cocking an dark brow as he eyed the man and his plain attire with polite interest. "And you?"

[naomikings]

"I.. No. I'm not either. I'd love to be able to sail the seas, though. I've been stuck here forever." She looked down to herself when she followed his eyes, patting at the dark splotch on her shirt. She wished she had some sort of weapon on her in case this man turned less than nice to her, but she was defenseless.

"Being the daughter of a wench is nothing to brag about. I wish I could be a pirate." She said without thinking.

[toobright88]

Kaleb's brows shot up in surprise and he gave a snort of incredulous laughter. "Daughter? Are you....are you a woman?"