Hi! First story for POTC! Review and tell me what you think! I do not own POTC
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Aiden Carter looked up and and the docks. It was was overcast day, the waves rocked gently against the port, the sound of squaking above Aiden.
The wooden dock was to say in no way shape or form clean, or even moderately.
The dirt that grounded in with every man's step, the grit and blackness impossible to clean.
The average men and women walked around on the dock of Yarida.
The small port and town was not really known at all, only known to the few who happen to stumble into the supplier town for ships, whenever they came, and it wasn't often.
A sack with a string only filled with a change of clothes, two loaves of bread and a wrapped wedge of cheese swung over his shoulder along with his guitar, once his mother's possession, as he looked for work. He needed to get away. Had to.
Get away from the shunning looks, distastful faces, and mocking tones. The lonely notorious ship that boarded on the desolate port looked more like trouble, but it was well worth it to Aiden.
Aiden walked up and appoached a lone man with long wavy greasy black hair in comparison to his short blonde hair standing by the dock near the small ship. The man was tall, but not as tall as Aiden, but far more intimidating than Aiden could ever hope of being. He had a long scar running down his cheekbone, puckered and red as if it healed without stitching.
"Do you know where I can find the captain of this fine vessel?" Aiden said, flattering the ship in order to raise his hopes up in being able to get on the ship just a bit.
"Aye, do ye see a captain round here?" The man sneered.
"I'm sorry, I was looking for work." Aiden stated softly.
The man pondered a bit, before opening his mouth, his mouth an unsightly yellow brown.
"Can ya clean?" He asked.
"Yes sir. Very good at it." Aiden said smiling slightly. Maybe the man would let him up upon the ship.
"Can ye cook a good meal?"
"Yes sir, once worked at a tavern sir."
"Can ye scrub de floorboards and lift 40 kilos and swim?"
"Yes sir. Will I be able to-" Aiden stated before he was cut off.
"Too bad! We got enough crew, we don't need ya. Go squander and beg somewhere else you ol bloke." The man hollered laughing as he boarded the gangplank and headed on the ship.
Aiden turned away the prospect and hope of getting on that ship. Maybe another time.
Aiden went and walked down to the only tavern that was meant for down on luck blokes and mourning chaps, and self hating those who drink to their sorrows and get drunk to forget the past, present, and unhopeful future. The Broken Barrel.
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