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Fair warning, its a bit of a cheesy love story, but it decent:) It will be rated M for later chapters. Rate/Review, but mostly just enjoy!
It was crowded this night, every last shoddy chair filled in the candle-lit tavern. There are enough sailors in here to crew every ship in Port. I thought to myself. But the crowd didn't bother me much. It was still a normal night, at The Faithful Bride; full of drunks, and whores. I'm cleaning off a table of empty mugs, when I feel a tug on my dress. I turn to see the toothless grin of Scrum. The old sailor smiled at me, I knew what he wanted.
"Let me guess… Rum?" I sighed with a tray in one hand.
"That's my lass!" He laughed giving my hip a smack. I just rolled my eyes. I walked behind the bar grabbing a new tankard, than filling it with rum to the rim. A sudden roar of laughter, and clank on the hard wooden floor made me jump. I use my toes to look over the bar, and see two cups rolling on the floor, with alcohol spilled all around. I sighed. Blasted men, spilling there Ale. With a grunt I go over and give Scrum his drink, he smiles with thanks then continues his laughter. I turn to the floor, and use my apron to wipe up the spill. While I sit there, something catches my eye. I see a young lad kneeling on the floor, a few tables away. His eyes were darting left and right, up and down. He was obviously looking for something. Then his eyes lit up for a moment. The boy cautiously looked up, and snatched a satchel from under the table. But before he was able to run, a sailor snatched him by the collar.
"Oi, what you think your doin' there lad?" the sailor glared down at the young lad. The boys face was swollen with fear.
"Nothing sir! Just admiring your satchel is all. I swear!" he said shaking. Poor lad, I better intervene before they hurt him. I quickly walk over to them.
"What a coincident, I think my fist wants to admire you." the sailor yelled and raised his fist but I stepped in between them.
"Todd! Stop it! I will not have this in my father's tavern." I said stubbornly.
"Emily, get out of the way this doesn't concern you." He said and pushed me into the side, hitting the edge of a table. He then grabbed a tankard, and was about to slam it on the boys head, but I pulled him out of the way just in time. Todd ended up hitting another sailor behind him. That sailor gave Todd a mighty shove, and he fell backwards landing on a rickety old table. The table collapsed under his weight, and drinks, coins, and knives, flew into the air. The buccaneers around the table leapt up, drawing their swords and pistols. It didn't take much to start a barroom brawl with these men. The Faithful Bride exploded with the sounds of punches, groans, screams, yells, the clash of swords, and snap of wooden chairs broken over heads. I watched the boy scurry out of the tavern, and I tried to do the same, but was shoved back and forth, between men. The closest place of safety was behind the bar. So I pushed through and ducked behind it covering my head from broken glass shattering everywhere. My eyes began to burn with tears. I can't believe this is happening. My father's going to kill me.