First off, many thanks to Marianne and Molly for betareading!! You guys are the best. :D

This is really short, I know, but it looked a lot longer when I wrote it all down. :) Oh, well. I also have to thank the book The Pirate Primer by George Choundas for much of the pirate lingo used in here. Oh, btw, Kill-Devil Rum is a drink made up of beer, rum, and raw eggs (shudders at the thought). Oh, this is rated T, but it has slight language in it.


I can't believe this is what I've become. How did I come to be this filthy, god-forsaken bastard who entertains himself by spending all of his remaining money on rum only to pass out on the disease-ridden floor? I have fallen so far – from a highly respected Commodore to a misbegotten drunkard who wanders aimlessly around the dejected streets of Tortuga day after day, night after night.

My only source of solace is the half-empty tankard of rum in my hand. It helps me to forget my heartache and suffering, if only for the time being.

I just sit here, thinking. You know, if someone had told me a year ago that I would end up like this, I would've imprisoned them for such absurdity. But now – now it doesn't seem so bizarre.

How long have I been sitting here? Probably a few hours, if not more.

Every once and a while a prostitute will saunter over and try to solicit herself to me. I find that if you ignore them long enough they'll move on. Just because I now associate with pirates doesn't mean that I am one of them and therefore have to partake in their repulsive activates. I am above them.

I will eventually get so sodden that I will forget everything; I can only hope that it will happen soon. I just want this all to go away – this feeling of misery, this feeling of defeat.

Maybe it's all a dream. I'll just wake up tomorrow without a dirt-caked face, still a Commodore, ready to take on the world. Maybe this is all just a melancholy nightmare. Maybe…

I notice that my rum is gone. I sigh as I rummage through my pocket and take out a few shillings to pay the bartender for some Kill-Devil Rum, as I know it won't help any. I collect my drink and toast unenthusiastically to yet another night in hellish Tortuga-

"Having lost my all, I'll take all that I may."


So, you've read my story. First off, I didn't think the ending is as strong as it could be, but i'll mess around with it. Now, I'm not going to badger you, but the review button is right there, just for you people who fail to see it. Thanks for reading:D