Disclaimer: I do not own the song "Brandy" or anything therein.
On with the show!
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Brandy touched the locket absentmindedly. Her thoughts drifted back to the sailor who had given it to her momentarily, until a voice shouting for more beer brought her back to reality.
"Thanks, Brandy." The man said gratefully, patting her on the back. "You're always a sight for sore eyes."
"When I'm done sailing, I'll marry you!" Another joked. Brandy smiled teasingly.
"Would you, now?" She asked. "You don't seem in a hurry to leave the sea life and do that, Mark Avery?"
"Ah, you know sailing's my life, Brandy!" Mark replied, "Besides, you're still in love with the fella' that gave you that." He pointed at the locket. Brandy nodded, touching it again.
"Who's that from?" The first sailor asked, gazing at the locket out of the corner of his eye. Brandy hesitated for a moment, thinking back four years ago.
"You probably don't want to hear that story." She replied, "It takes a while to tell."
"I have nowhere to go for the rest of the week," The sailor said, "Go ahead and tell me the story, lass."
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~Four Years Earlier~
It was a terrible storm that night. Everyone had been forced to come indoors because of the torrent, and the tavern was louder than usual. I was busy, as were all the barmaids, serving the sailors their whisky. All but one.
It seems that he had been forgotten in a rush to get inside. By the time he entered the tavern, he had been beaten black and blue by the hail. Sarah (she was closest to the door, I rember that), she saw him first, and yelped. The bar fell silent, and turned to look at the annonymus sailor who had just entered. He lifted his eyes momentarily, then collapsed on the floor.
The boss and Doc Fairbanks carried him upstairs to one of the rooms, and I followed. It was perhaps twenty minutes before the doctor came out, but it felt so much longer.
"Unconcious." Doc Fairbanks announced solemnly. "He's going to require constant care until he wakes up."
"I'll do it." I volunteered immeadeatly. The boss looked at me as if I were crazy.
"And what if he's a murderer, Brandy?" He asked me, "I'm not gonna let you get killed, trying to save this man's life when we know nothing about him." We argued for a few moments, and finally he relented. "All right. You'll take care of him. But here," He handed me a gun, "Keep this with you at all times, and if he tries to hurt you in any way, don't hesitate to use it."
"Yes sir." I said, taking the gun.
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Please R&R! I know this is slightly different than most song fics, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! And if anyone knows the real name of the song, please tell me.
On with the show!
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Brandy touched the locket absentmindedly. Her thoughts drifted back to the sailor who had given it to her momentarily, until a voice shouting for more beer brought her back to reality.
"Thanks, Brandy." The man said gratefully, patting her on the back. "You're always a sight for sore eyes."
"When I'm done sailing, I'll marry you!" Another joked. Brandy smiled teasingly.
"Would you, now?" She asked. "You don't seem in a hurry to leave the sea life and do that, Mark Avery?"
"Ah, you know sailing's my life, Brandy!" Mark replied, "Besides, you're still in love with the fella' that gave you that." He pointed at the locket. Brandy nodded, touching it again.
"Who's that from?" The first sailor asked, gazing at the locket out of the corner of his eye. Brandy hesitated for a moment, thinking back four years ago.
"You probably don't want to hear that story." She replied, "It takes a while to tell."
"I have nowhere to go for the rest of the week," The sailor said, "Go ahead and tell me the story, lass."
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~Four Years Earlier~
It was a terrible storm that night. Everyone had been forced to come indoors because of the torrent, and the tavern was louder than usual. I was busy, as were all the barmaids, serving the sailors their whisky. All but one.
It seems that he had been forgotten in a rush to get inside. By the time he entered the tavern, he had been beaten black and blue by the hail. Sarah (she was closest to the door, I rember that), she saw him first, and yelped. The bar fell silent, and turned to look at the annonymus sailor who had just entered. He lifted his eyes momentarily, then collapsed on the floor.
The boss and Doc Fairbanks carried him upstairs to one of the rooms, and I followed. It was perhaps twenty minutes before the doctor came out, but it felt so much longer.
"Unconcious." Doc Fairbanks announced solemnly. "He's going to require constant care until he wakes up."
"I'll do it." I volunteered immeadeatly. The boss looked at me as if I were crazy.
"And what if he's a murderer, Brandy?" He asked me, "I'm not gonna let you get killed, trying to save this man's life when we know nothing about him." We argued for a few moments, and finally he relented. "All right. You'll take care of him. But here," He handed me a gun, "Keep this with you at all times, and if he tries to hurt you in any way, don't hesitate to use it."
"Yes sir." I said, taking the gun.
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Please R&R! I know this is slightly different than most song fics, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! And if anyone knows the real name of the song, please tell me.