Ok so, first and fore most I just want to say that I love this show. This story is something that has been wandering around my brain demanding to be put down on paper or... rather... typed out in word lol for awhile so I figured I would finally do it. That'll probably depend on you readers how far I take this story so for now it wont end up being too long and involved. Also forgive me if any of the characters seem a bit off or OOC for them. I'll do my best but for the sake of the story I think some things will probably be altered.
Setting is going to be before the events of the actual show but not by too much. Basically Flint is looking for the Urca and at this point the only one who knows is still Gates, and they haven't quite got to the point of a potential mutiny by Singleton yet.
Disclaimer – I obviously own nothing but the idea of my OC.
A swift knock came at the door followed by a female voice "Hurry up Scarlett the Inn in filling up and there's work to be done!"
Huffing slightly to herself the woman in question tipped her head back against the side of the large tub that was currently sitting in the middle of her room at the Brothel and sighed. Of course there was work to be done, it was Nassau there were always boats coming and going. Each boat that dropped anchor and delivered goods to be sold to the formidable Ms. Guthrie also delivered dozens of men who wanted on as well as their share of the money, a good fuck from one of many whores that worked both in the brothel itself and in the Inn owned by Eleanor.
Sighing again Scarlett ducked her head under the warm water rinsing the perfumed soap from her long red hair which was the origin of her name, though the few who knew anything about her knew that Scarlett wasn't her real name, but merely something easy for the pirates who were her clients to remember.
Standing she grabbed the thick cloth serving as her towel from the back of the chair close to the tub and wrapped it around herself before reaching up and ringing as much of the water from her long thick hair as possible. Stepping from the tub she walked to the dresser against the wall across from the bed, opening the top drawer she pulled from it an intimate garment, nothing too covering since most of the time it was a waste but a few men enjoyed seeing the lacey panties on her. Closing that drawer she then opened the next one down and pulled from it a rather thin but not totally sheer top that ended about midrift on her. This was to show off her smooth flat stomach and the ring which looped through her belly button. The next drawer was opened and a skirt of matching color to the top (dark green to set off her hair and eyes) was pulled free.
Unwrapping herself she began dressing, the panties first, then skirt which while full length had a split up on side over her right thigh that stopped just short of actually revealing the lace panties. This she had found was good for attracting the men to her, they loved getting to see something bare without having to pay but not showing them everything meant they would eventually need to pay her to see it all. Next she pulled the top on; it was tight enough around her middle, having lacings on one side that could be pulled as tightly as needed, that she didn't have to bother with a corset or bodice of any kind to prop the girl up so to speak. Though she was lucky enough to have well formed perky breasts that looked good without much help.
Taking the previously discarded cloth she began drying her hair and brushing it so that it could be styled. The style she decided tonight was a simple braid which she let dangle over one shoulder and was secured with a loose ribbon so that she could free the red locks without much effort.
Next came the makeup. She kept it simple, dark liner around the eyes to bring out the blue and make them alluring and of course almost every whore's signature look, dark blood red lipstick. Thankfully though the shade matched her hair enough that she didn't look as ridiculous as some of the other girls who would have looked much better without the lipstick all together or a different color if a different color could be had.
Finally a light spray of perfume was directed at her neck and chest and served as the finishing touch to her preparations. Turning she draped the cloth back over the back of the chair, careful to spread it out so it could dry, and made her way to the door of her room and downstairs. She could already hear the loud boisterous singing and talking of the men downstairs and inwardly groaned. Sounds as if more than one ship had some to harbor today meaning there would be an abundance of groping hands and wandering lips. But on the bright side she thought to herself with a smirk, at least she would make decent money tonight.
It was a few hours past nightfall, Scarlet had already made a decent bit of money this night, though interestingly enough hadn't actually had to spread her legs to anyone just yet. Most of her clients had settled for a blow or a jerk instead of an actual fuck. Though she did see a few of them return upstairs with a different girl later in the night. She wasn't bothered. It's not like she was doing too bad. And while she had willingly chosen the job of whore she really didn't relish the idea of having yet another dirty, smelly, sometimes overweight man pumping away over her for a handful of pieces of eight.
Turning to a rather noisy commotion near the entrance of the brother Scarlett sucked in a breath and stepped further away from the door and the bar. The 8 men who entered were very well known to the girls at Nassau; all were part of the crew of the Ranger and worked under the just as well known Captain Vane. And ALL were known for their none to gentle treatment of the girls they paid. Especially the leader of this little bunch Hamund who was known to pay a bit extra to hurt the girl he was with.
Sneering she turned to head towards a table of men she had yet to visit when a hand clamped down on her shoulder and spun her around. Damn it she thought as she looked up at the very man she had hoped to avoid.
"Well well well looky what we got 'ere boys. A nice fresh fiery whore all by her lonesome" Hamund's voice was raised enough for his fellow crew members to hear but also loud enough that most of the rest of those in the common area of the brothel could hear him too. His crew mates chuckled and spread out a bit behind him to get a good look at her, more than one with a look in his eyes telling her exactly what he was thinking of doing to her. Hamund's hand squeezed tighter around her arm enough that she was sure she would bruise.
Giving one of her dazzling but less than pleased smiles she said politely and lightheartedly not wanting to anger any of them and end up getting herself hurt worse than she already was she said "Well hello boys, I assume you've had a good hunt. That's good to hear; though unfortunately my... attention is needed else where so you'll have to excu…."
Her excuse was cut short when Hamund which was now frowning and looking at her with obvious contempt jerked hard on her arm and leaned down so that he was right in her face. "What's the matter girly we not good enough for the likes of you? Why don't you just shut your mouth and do your job like the good little whore you are…"
God his breath stank. And she couldn't help but grimace at the smell and pull back from him which only rewarded her with another jerk which caused her to cry out. Reaching up she began trying to pry off his fingers though she wasn't succeeding in doing anything but angering the man further. "Look, I might be a whore but even a whore can refuse service... now let go before I call over Mr. Noonan."
Looking around Hamund smirked after a moment and returned his gaze to hers again still not releasing her arm "Don't see Mr. Noonan around girly so go ahead... scream… I dare ya..."
"Why don't you do as the lady asked and let go of her, there are plenty of other girls who I'm sure are more than willing to satisfy you and your fellow crew members." This voice came from behind her and quite unexpectedly. Turning her head she looked over the men behind her and recognized the one who had spoke but not the others. It was Mr. Gates from the Walrus. Scarlett assumed the others were also members of the Walrus since they seemed to follow Gates' lead without question. Especially the very large, very tall, very handsome man who stood just behind her and slightly to the left. All of them still carried their swords and a few she noted when she glanced behind them at the table they must had been at, had pistols in their laps.
Turning her attention back to Hamund and the men behind him and trying not to whimper at the grip on her arm she watched Hamund glare at Gates and the others from the Walrus. She had to admit while he was a brute of a man who would never be a captain or anyone of significant rank on any crew he served he wasn't exactly stupid. After what seemed like a moment of careful all be it angered consideration he finally released her arm with a slight shove backwards and turned to his men saying as if he hadn't just lost this little confrontation "come on boys lets find us something ta drink and a prettier whore than this slut."
The shove had her tripping over her own bare feet and bumping into the large handsome pirate behind her. Hands quickly came up and grasped her gently by the elbows and she felt him take a slight step forward using his own tall solid frame to keep her upright. Tipping her head back to look up at him… way up at him, she gave a weak smile and said shakily "Uh… thanks…."
Then he smiled, oh lord she thought to herself that smile… it had instantly taken him from looking like a menacing giant of a man who wouldn't hesitate to run another man threw with his cutlass, to a even more handsome, charming, all together heart stopping man. The hard jaw was softened slightly by the quirked up lips that just begged to be kissed, and his eyes went from uncaring and ruthless to playful and almost… boyish. His eyes were on top of it all the most amazing blue green that she had ever seen on any of the pirates here at Nassau save for a few including the infamous Captain Flint who was known for his piercing blue eyes.
"No problem… are you ok?" his voice was rough but not too rough, it had an underlying purr almost to it that made her stomach clench and flip. And he sounded genuinely concerned for her well being causing her heart to melt a bit. None of the other pirates gave two shits about any of the girls as long as they got what they wanted.
"Yeah I'm ok" she smiled and realized she was still leaning against him, though she noted curiously he didn't seem bothered by it. Gates though was peering at them curiously with a smirk on his face. Seeing Gates watching them she gave a slight blush and finally straightened and stood upright. The pirate whos name she had yet to ask or be offered smiled and released her just as gently as he had grabbed her when he saw she was steady by herself.
Turning back to their table Gates called over his shoulder "Come on you two there's rum needs drinkin and pretty girls ta be chatted up"
Scarlett blushed again when it occurred to her that she was one of said girls. She looked down quickly and berated herself for blushing. For fucks sake she was a whore! Whores didn't blush. Looking back up she realized the other man hadn't moved from standing beside her and was looking at her intently. Not like the others who would leer at her exposed flesh but his attention was fixed on her face as if waiting.
"Uh I'm fine you can go ahead I don't think they'll be bothering me again tonight…" she smirked some and looked over her shoulder to the afore mentioned men who were entertaining themselves with a couple of other, braver, girls and half a dozen bottles of rum.
"Actually… I was wondering if you would like to join us… I'd uh… feel much better for now if you would um… sit with us a bit to make sure… you know… that they don't bother you again…" he fumbled over his words some with the shyness of a young kid who had never been in a whore house before. She smirked some wondering what happened to the brave hero who had rescued her just minutes before but said nothing instead she nodded and sauntered over to the table and leaned her right hip again it so that her skirt parted nicely at the split and revealed the length of one long smooth leg. This of course drew the gaze of all of the men sitting at the table including Mr. Gates himself. Though she noted with an amused smirked that he quickly diverted his attention to his rum.
"I'm Scarlett by the way" she said sweetly holding her hand out to the tall pirate who walked up to the table finally and sat down in the last remaining chair. Looking up at her as he grabbed his own mug taking her hand in his free one momentarily and replied with that same easy manner as before "I'm Billy… Billy Bones."
Ok that's enough for now lol. My back hurts from being hunched over the keyboard and I think that's a good enough place to stop this chapter. Though FYI the next is going to continue on during the same night.
Also I apologize for my severe lack of ability to write how the pirates would talk. I tried to throw in a few words here and there I figured theyd use often by the rest kinda eluded me. So sorry bout that. Hope you all enjoyed reviews would be super encouraging!