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The sun had set on the day. Village idiots from all over came to Tortuga to drink and mix with salty wenches. With one good blast of wind, you could smell the sweet aroma of Caribbean rum, the flowery smell of a wenches perfume, and the salty, pig like smell of a crew of pirates. Bar music played as another bar fight broke out, sending bodies, chairs, and empty bottles across the room. The screech of wenches and barmaids filled the air, like any other night. Outside a local pub, the Faithful Bride, a man walked out of the bar. The red-headed man stumbled, staying on his feet by two lovely woman on each arm. The full moon was the only source of light on this evening. Though, it took a while for Nathaniel Brooks' eyes to adjust to the darkness, he still walked a good twenty feet, on his own. Nate giggled, drunk from the last bottle of rum he drank. His nervous wenches giggled, cute, as they're paid to do. Sitting next to the door for the Bride, was a shadowy figure. Dressed to a dark cloak, the figure sat in a pub chair that someone had left outside. The figure looked up at Nate, and watched as the thirty year-old man stumbled, giggling like a school girl. Nate started to walk closer and closer to the forest, a place known for being a hide out for thief's. The figure let him get farther away, a good thirty – forty feet before making it's move. The figure stood up, making a jingling noise as it rose. Staying quiet, the cloaked figure walked towards Nate, getting faster, and faster, walking to the forest.
The two woman screamed as the figure grabbed Nate, bringing a small steel danger to his throat. "Breathe an' it shall be your last" Spoke the figure. The two wenches screamed an ran back to the Bride. Nate couldn't move, not only being drunk, but the figure's grasp was just too much for him. "I say we go visit some old friends, aye Nate?" The figure said again, this time the voice had more of a Australian accent. Nate could recognize the voice, his eyes widened as his mind raced. What could they want, he had already paid his dept.
Shoved into a strange room, Nate stumbled before standing up straight and looking around. In the small, privet room in the Faithful Bride, was an entire group of pirates. Nate stood up straight as the first mate of these pirates, Jack Cob, looked at Nate. Through a single light source, the oil lamp in the corner of the room. Nate shallowed deeply, looking anywhere but Jack's eyes. "Why do you tempt me, boy?" Jack whispered to Nate, Nate whimpered. "Do you know how many times I have saved your life?" Nate shook his head franticly. "More times then I should have..." Jack looked at the door behind Nate at the cloaked figure.
"Isn't that right, captain?" Nate's eyes widened, he started to hyper-ventilate. "That is right, Jack." The cloaked figure removed it's hood, showing her face. The feminine features were distorted by the seriousness on her face. Her eyes locked at his, her mouth closed, her teeth gritting together. "Ye should be dead by now." She spoke, the same Australian accent from before. Nate looked at his hands, now shaking and fidgeting. "Mr. Cob!" She yelled. Nate turned around as Cob looked back, smiling an evil smile. "Can you tell me why this slimy git isn't at Davey Jones' locker?"
"I asked ye not too." Said Cob, not taking his eyes off of Nate. "Correct!" Yelled the captain. She walked right up to him, into his face. "And for the first time, Mr. Cob would be right to save you."
"Wh-wot? Why? 'ow?" Said Nate, surprised his made it into this conversation this far. "I will tell you why, Nate." Captain, now several feet anyway from Nate said "You know, the East India Trading company has been lookin' for us pi-rates."
She was now circling Nate.
"It would be an awful lot of money if someone told where a group of pirates are. Are you still with me, Nate?" Nate nodded, getting slightly dizzy from having to follow her around. "Now, I will ask you this once. There is no wrong answer, just, tell me the truth." The captain stopped right in front of Nate "Did you tell the East India Trading company where we are?"
Nate's eyes widened, "No! I would neva!" The captain gave off a sigh. She pushed her hair out of her face as sweat would stick her hair to her face. The loud music and yelling pirates where getting louder, guessing a new pirate crew just arrived. Suddenly, the captain pulled an ivory flick-lock pistol and it was aiming for Nate's head.
"Wot are you doing?" Nate looked around, his eyes widened. "I need a name Nate, and if don't have it, who will give me that name?"
"Please just think about it--!"
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this Nate" The captain pulled back the hammer.
"James! James!" Squealed Nate. The captain now smiling, "His name is James Teach, his at Port Maria on the island." Nate let out with one last breath as he slumped to the ground. He was ashamed, because he ratted out of another pirate, because he got into this mess, and mostly because James was his friend. "Thank you Nate, you've been a very large help." Said the captain, as she put away her gun. Nate look up at her and wondered why. Why didn't she shoot him after she got her information? Guessing she's not so 'bloody' after all. "Boys, let's go drink." Said the Captain, her men yelled "Aye!" With that, the pirates left Nate in the dark with his thoughts.