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Post by Daz on Nov 11, 2007 21:00:57 GMT
The captain gives a smirk.. "Hah.. Honest men.. y' gotta be the bloody pope t' be honest nowdays.."
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Post by Jacky on Nov 11, 2007 21:03:19 GMT
"Well they could've all applied fer the job." I shrug at that. I eye the girl again.. wondering who the hell she is. The captain doesn't treat her like his wife, yet she follows in his trail like a dog.
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Post by Daz on Nov 11, 2007 21:08:21 GMT
I smile along with the captain as he comes out with his joke. It's all I really can do without feeling awkard. I can feel the other man's gaze on me every now and then, but I continue to ignore it. I just want them to go off together so I can go back to the ship. I hate being onland now.. I may feel uneasy when im aboard the ship.. but I much prefer it to this dusty, flat peice of rock.
I fold my arms together, as if I were cold. I'm not, of course.. its the middle of the caribbean and the temperature is burning down on us.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 11, 2007 21:10:27 GMT
The captain and I talk about my previous position on that merchant ship, and what he thinks things will look like on his ship. It's all businesstalk, mostly. I notice that he doesn't drop a single word on who the girl is. She seems to shrink away more and more during the walk though. It's almost rediculous.
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Post by Daz on Nov 11, 2007 21:15:13 GMT
When we reach the tavern I let them go to find their own table and try to slip off into the crowd. That part isnt difficult.. but it's only then that I have to find a way back through all the drunken rabble. I can feel myself getting quite irritated inside, but I dont attempt to push my way back through like everyone else does.. instead I stand there, looking like a pathetic little girl. I glance back over to the man and the captain.. and then to the bar.
I may as well get a drink. Maybe the crowd will settle down once ive finished.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 11, 2007 21:30:19 GMT
"Who the hell's she, mate?" I ask the captain once the girl's gone. I figured by now that she's definately not his wife or anything, so I'm bold enough to ask about her. She doesn't look like a *pirate*, after all.
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Post by Daz on Nov 11, 2007 21:35:49 GMT
"Some girl we picked up a few ports ago.. seemed promisin'... didn't have much of a history to tell.. b' still - she's pretty. She does what she's told.. some things she's better at than others, if y' know what I mean.. we only keep 'er aroun' fer a laugh now.. if it were any other pansy i'd throw 'im out.. but this ones worth the upkeep." He slurs as a waitress comes to hand them some drinks.
I order something non-alcoholic.. I don't wanna be caught unaware in a place like this. I may look stupid, but i'm not.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 11, 2007 21:42:29 GMT
"She doesn't look like much." I shrug, casting a glance to the bar where the girl's standing.
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Post by Daz on Nov 11, 2007 21:45:58 GMT
He takes a swig of his drink and follows Jacks gaze... "She's better when the lights are ou'.."He smirks, "Cassandra aint anythin' on the outside. It's everythin' else that counts, behin' tha face of 'ers. She's broken.. and tha' is a great advantage in a girl, there arn' many that would glady serve such a role fer nuthin."
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Post by Jacky on Nov 11, 2007 21:48:31 GMT
So she's the dumb sheep functioning as company aboard a pirate ship. I've seen whores with more attitude than that. I shrug my shoulders and have a swig of my drink.
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