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Introduction: Homecoming
The smell of Tortuga was disgusting. Nevertheless, I found it oddly comforting. Perhaps because it was where I became interested in piracy. I walked in the shadows, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to myself. A man and one of the "lovely ladies" of Tortuga walked by, laughing, undoubtedly drunk.
"What 'av we got 'ere? 'Ello lad, 'ou 'bout givin' me and my friend a little loot from yer pocket?" a man who bumped up against me said menacingly. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't easily scared. Before he could even blink, I had my dagger pressed up against his throat.
"First of all, don't insult me by calling me male, sir, for you are all dirty and disgust me. Second, the only loot you might be able to grasp, is your life, if you don't bother me further," I hissed. He nodded dumbly and I released him. He and his friend ran away. I smirked, straightened up my attire, then proceeded walking along the cobble stone street.
After a minuet or two, I found myself thirsty. I walked into a nearby tavern and rolled my eyes at the scene before me. Every inhabitant of the tavern were engaged in a fight, men and women alike. Why drunk pirates found the need to spread their fights was a mystery to me. I sighed, pulled a pistol out of it's holster on my waist, held it above my head, and fired. Everyone stopped what they were doing, looked at me, then went back to how everything was before the fight broke out. The bar maids went back to serving, the customers back to drinking and talking loudly.
I made my way over to a table in the corner of the room where the light was scarce, then sat down, crossing my legs on the table and tipping my tri-corner hat over my eyes. I was back.