"Move it, lass!" shouted a seaman. "This isn't a place for ladies! Especially ones with your looks!"
Ariel Triton had arrived at the docks, and was overwhelmed by all the people. everyone must be leaving! She thought to herself. There must be thousands of men and women here!
Ariel saw a man with a long, grey beard, and instantly thought of her father. It was only yesterday that she dined at his table. I wonder how my sisters are holding up. Surely they must have found out I've left. I bet they miss me, and want me to return. Ha! No chance of that! Not after what father did. How could he be so heartless? My collection meant everything to me! And he knew that, and still destroyed everything!
Shaking her head, Ariel brought herself back to reality. She turned, and entered a building. The sign read "the Happy Harbor". How bad could it be? Ariel thought.
"Excuse me? Do you know where I might find a ship?" Ariel walked in, and saw two things at once. The first was the sign above her head. In small, black letters, it read "Bar and Cabana". The second was that as soon as she entered, she saw every kind of thug imaginable. From tattooed and buff, to scrawny and sneaky.
Every head turned to look at the beautiful redhead. Ariel did not like to speak about her appearance, but deep down, she knew her beauty. A perfect hourglass figure, long, beautiful legs, and lovely hair. Soft as the finest satin, her hair was perfect. She had a small nose, red lips, and the biggest blue eyes. Ariel had just made a horrible decision by entering the pub.
All the men traced her figure with their eyes. Blushing a deep red, Ariel stood in silence, so she was startled when she heard an answer to her question. "This be a dock, lass. What else would ye find?"
Ariel gulped as the hulking man stepped closer. "Now, I think the question is how a pretty thing like you ended up here. Care to spill?" the man spoke with a typical pirate accent. He wore a red coat, and had only one eye. The other was covered by an eye patch. He had a long, black beard with beads braided in. she could have sworn she'd seen him before. In a book, probably. She had so many of them. "Uh, I, uh I… I can't talk about it."
He frowned. "Why not, lass?" she looked down, and continued. "Uh, well, my dad doesn't like me telling strangers my business."
He stepped closer at this, his hulking form towering over her. "I see. The overprotective type. Is he here now?" "No, sir. I uh, ran away." He frowned again, this time out of concern. "Is he comin any time soon?"
She faltered for a moment. "…no. I bet he doesn't know I've left yet." His expression lifted, slightly. "Is, anyone else comin?" "No, sir. Why?" he placed his hands on her shoulders, and beckoned to someone behind him. "So there'll be no one around to hear you scream, then?"
The last thing Ariel remembered was a brown bag being pulled over her head, and thinking, Crap. Out of everything else going on, I've been kidnapped.