Triggers & Fuses

[Daz]

I sip my drink and glance over at the crowd, talking loudly, shouting, aruging.. the place smells of rum, sweat and... a mixture of foul odurs. I'm starting to feel kinda sick. I want the sea air back.

"I don' understand 'er meself... but then again.. why should I give a damn' abou' a woman like tha'.. or any woman for that matter. The're only g' fer one thing, am I right?" He laughs out loud.

[Jacky]

"Aye, mate." I reply, my gaze fixed on that broken girl by the bar though. "Righ' ye are."
I down the rest of my drink and get up, "I have some people t' say g'bye to, mate." I lie, "I'll see ye in the mornin', aye?" I tap my hat in some sort of salute before walking out of the bar.

[Daz]

"see y'." He nods, swigging the last of his drink and heading to the bar to get a new one.
I keep my eyes on the glass as the captain stands beside me to order another drink.. "Eh, what y' doin' all the way over here.. come sit with yer captain, eh?" He slips his arm around my waist and orders two mugs of rum.. "No, no.. it's okay.. I need to get back anyway.. I was going to get some supplies for you and the rest of the crew."
He glances back to her, distracted by another group of women in the corner of the tavern.. "Yeah? Well.. y' better be earnin' yer upkeep anyway.. off y' go. Barman, gemme another 2 of these, would ya? I got some entertaining to do.." he gives a goldentoothed grin, before letting go of her.

I slide away from him and try to get around the crowd again. It takes me a while.. but I manage to find the door eventually. With that, I head to the market place and find somewhere to order a bunch o' fruit or whatever... I need to get something to keep my story strait after all.

[Jacky]

I found my refuge in yet another tavern. I didn't care for the company of the capt'n, so instead I set myself at the bar of a very simular tavern, only a few blocks from there in fact. Deciding to spend my last night in port as good as possible in a dreadful town as this one, I order my rum and intend not to stop doing that until I need to board my 'new home'.

[Daz]

I end up ordering a crate full of apples ... not the most exciting of stock, but stock none the less.
I head back through the street, looking around at all the shops and buildings as I go. I'm not in too much of a hurry, now that there's fresh air to breath, nearer the port. As I begin reaching the docks, I can feel the presense of someone else.

[Jacky]

The whole idea of not stopping to drink is terminated sooner than I think, when I end up in conversation with some wench who wants me to walk her home. Being the absolute gentleman that I am -as if- I decide to escort her home indeed. Maybe just into her bedroom, too.
We leave the tavern together and start headin' down to her house. I'm not even half-drunk yet. The evening's all happening sooner than usual.

[Daz]

"Eh, there lovely.. wanna come keep me company?" I hear a ruffled slur from behind me, but keep walking... hoping that whoever it is will get distracted by something or someone else. But unfortunately they dont. He soon catches up and places a hand on my shoulder to turn me facing him, and there's little I can do to stop it. I stand there and looking at him, panic-stricken on the inside, trying desperately to come up with a suitable plan of action.
"I'm rather busy.." Is all I can manage to come out with..
"Ah, not too busy fer a little drink.. wadya say?" He grins, pulling me closer.. "cummon' luvvie."
".. Well... I.." I stand there shaking a little.. "I need to get back." I repeat, but at this time he's got my wrist and he's leading me down one of the back streets of the town.
".. Please let go.." I mumble.. "Please get off me.".. My tone gets a little higher, but her ignores it.
He stops as they are down the middle of the street.. "Don' y' like me touchin' ye?" He grins with a set full of brown-tinted teeth.. "But y' got such smooth skin.. y' keep it smooth fer a reason, dont ya? Someone's gotta touch it sometime.." He pushes her against a wall, "Ye' want me to touch y' really.."
".. No.. no I dont.. Oh god please.. dont." I cry quietly as he rides hise hands up my thighs.. "Dont.. please."
"Y' can' tell me what t' do, little girlie.. y' can' tell me nuthin.." He starts to bring anger into his tone of voice.. "Y' think yer a fuckin' princess.. eh?! Ye belong to me, alright I grabbed yer first, yer mine. I'll have my way with y'.. right? no messin' around, girl."
"GET OFF ME!" I cry louder, so it echoes through the side streets, he presses me more firmly to the wall and reaches for a hankicheif(sp?) to shuve inside my mouth, as he continues to let his filthy hands wonder.
"Not so fucking loud and smart, now are ya? ARE YA? eh?" He slaps her across the face, "Not so fucking clever.. fucking princess."
I stand there, letting tears run down my cheek from the slap he gave me. He starts to have his way with me soon enough and I just have to take it. It's painfull and he holds me against the wall in such a way that I can feel the cold and damp texture seeping through my clothes. I seem to find myself in this position a lot. Not in such circumstances, usually I give in a little easier.. because I know they get angry otherwise. I'm punishing myself inside for not just letting him have it as he wanted it, maybe then I wouldnt of been in so much pain. I want to scream but I cant, the only noise I can make is a muffled cry that seems pretty pathetic.
I ran from the captain because I couldnt stand any of it today, not that I can any day... but it always seems to catch up with me somewhere. My purpose in life always ends up being in the way of the wrong men at the wrong time. And i've never been able to stop it. I thought piracy would have made me strong.. but now im weaker than I ever was before. Im tired and worn down.. too battered and torn to even try to hit him away. I just grimace as he continues.

[Jacky]

The drunk girl's got her arm linked around me now, as mine is draped lazily over her shoulder. We're making our way through the streets inefficiently, wandering from one corner to around another in attempt to find the girl's house. She keeps promising it's the next street and bursting out in laughing fits when she realizes she was wrong. I don't care about it much, the night is young and I have naught better to do.
A cry in the night disturbs our peace though. A girl crying out in agony, three words vaguely recognizable as 'get off me'.
"What was that?" The girl leans on Jack heavily, looking around.
"Naught." I shrug my shoulders. Whatever's going on, it ain't my business and I intend to keep it that way. "Now, luv, where--"
"That way!" She takes Jacks hand now and continues walking.
Not knowing whether she meant 'that way' as in, that's where the cry came from, or as in, that way is where my house is at, I follow her in the naive assumption it is the latter. I'm wrong though, two corners further my company gasps in schock as we're faced with the scene of a rape. It's happenin' on the other end of the street, and I half intend to turn and just go - but my 'date' thinks differently.
"We have to do something..!" She whispers in fright.
"Are ye kiddin' me?" I frown at her. "Let's go find your house first." I intend to turn, but my drunken lady keeps mumbling 'that poor girl' over and over again, and it becomes apparant that she's not going anywhere now.
I grunt and let go of her, more roughly then intended. "Fine." I mutter under my breath.
In big paces I make my way over to the scene; the stinking pirate and the woman who's cries are hardly audible at all. I draw my gun and without any delay I tap the fellow on his shoulder. Infuriated by the interuption he let's go of the girl he was ravaging, and as she collapses to the ground he spins around to face me.
"That's not very nice mate." I tell him, putting my pistol against his head. He has about one second to widen his eyes, before a gunshot sounds in the night. His body falls to the ground, at the same time some braintissue 'splats' against the wall behind him. It's a pretty sickening sight and for a moment I cringe.

Shoving the pistol back into my belt I look at the crippled girl on the ground.. and frown.

"You."

[Daz]

I stare up at the tanned man I saw earlier, through strains of messy hair that now falls down infront of my face.. It's just as well, because my features are tear stained and red from what happened, and my eye make-up is probably somewhere around my cheeks by now. I reach up to wipe my face and my hand smudges the black across further.
It's not really my appearance that i'm worried about though, nor the fact that a man has just been killed infront of me..
I'm just lost for words. I can't quite find the way in which to reply to him. Instead of speaking, I watch him silently, shaking a little, like some poor stray dog, left out in the cold.
I breath heavily, beneath my strands of dark hair and finally brush them aside, so that I can see him properly.. If I had any strength left, i'd ask him to leave me now. I'd tell him that i'd make my own way back and that there was no need to feel sorry for me. Or worry about it... Though, by the look on his face, I can tell that he probably isnt the slightest bit concerned.
He probably just did it for the kill.
They always do it for the kill.
He's not at all my hero, and I dont consider myself to be in debt to him now..
but I dont want to offend him. I dont want to say a word that might give the wrong impression.
For all I know, he's just as rotten as the other one.

[Jacky]

I cross my arms as I observe the wrecked girl, my eyes narrowed slightly. She really looks like a pathetic whimpering dog. "Thought ye were wi' yer capt'n." I speak up.