Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean
Prologue
Prostitute, lady of the night, courtesan, no matter how one puts it, the outcome is going to be the same. I am still a whore. There is no tip toeing around the subject, no denying it, no positive spin, I do not make excuses or exceptions. I sleep with men in exchange for money, in exchange for my survival. I am a whore…and be forewarned; I am not the only one.
I live in a crumbling era, a crumbling town, where everything goes and authority is a foreign word…but what can one do, huh? I know I'll never leave, I have no reason to. My life is void of family, friends, funds and meaning, if I did ever get the opportunity to leave, I would be leaving the only people that give me a second glance…the men, the payers. Without them, I would not have made it to my twelfth birthday, and for that, I owe them.
I owe them…these three words enter my mind every time a hands swipes out and grabs me, sending my stomach into a fit of nausea and my blood boiling with anger. I hold back, every time my body is used and abused, I hold back. I clench my teeth and pay my debt to the men of Tortuga…
I have been in this business since the ripe old age of twelve. "They like em young" the elder ladies would tell me, even though some would consider it a bit of an understatement, considering I had not yet reached puberty. That did not come until three years after I had been 'broken in' and by that time, I felt like I was old enough to retire.
Indeed, I have had it rough, but no more so then anyone else in this miserable town. We are all in the same boat, as the saying goes. Therefore, I do not ask your sympathy. I look after myself; I do what I have to do. There is no point in wishing your life away.
Actually, the way I see it, I am bloody lucky to be alive! I am bloody lucky I get work! The truth be told, I am not very good. I do not know any special tricks, I do not have voluptuous breasts and a nice arse, and I do not give intense mind-blowing pleasure. I am quite the opposite. I still seem pathetically inexperienced, my breasts are regular size, my arse is non-existent, and the only thing I give my clients is a lousy, meaningless, halfhearted, romp. I have never enjoyed it, never applied any more effort then necessary and I do not try to hide my displeasure. I am not one to lie and I will not become another hopeless fake. God knows, nothing good ever comes out of being fake.
I do, very much apologize for sounding bitter, but I need to state the facts. Many women of my time are suffering, and unlike me, they do not take it in stride. They fight, they fall, and they die. It is not but a lucky (or should I say, rich) few, that have the opportunity to find themselves a respectable man, get married and pop out a few children, giving themselves a fairly decent life. For the rest of us, things are not so simple. We are sent to the darkest slums, to the dirtiest streets, where we either submit to a life of prostitution- or be left to rot among the ruins of the nauseating hell that is Tortuga. I feel I chose the more reasonable option, but whenever I enter the malodorous brothel that is my home, I have to wonder…
I lost my real identity when I went into 'the business' twelve years ago, now I am known as 'Trix' or 'Trixy'. God, I cringe every time I hear those horrid nicknames, but I am sure I am not alone there. Have you ever wondered why so many whores have names like 'Jezebel',' Scarlet' and 'Giselle'? Do you really think that it is just one big coincidence? Of course, it's not! These women lost their identities just as I did, some more willingly then others…
I was one of the willing ones…
My birth name is Kaledrina Daxton, I know it's a little strange, but I don't mind it. For some reason, my old mum wanted to name me after her first love (no, not my father). A man named Kale Bosworth, I think he was a sailor or something. She had her heart set on naming me after him, and being that I am of the female persuasion, she added to it to make it more feminine. Moreover, you have my name, not that you will ever hear anyone using it…