You're A Fine Girl

by malfoylover01

Songfic to Looking Glass' Brandy You're a Fine Girl. 'And she hears him say 'Brandy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be, But my life, my lover, my lady, is the sea.'

1. There's a Port on the Western Bay

Neither the lyrics to "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)" nor Pirates of the Caribbean belong to me.

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

Tortuga. A pirate's haven. Every gentleman of fortune had docked in its infamous harbor at least once in his career. Its crowded streets served as the final frustration to the many military men searching for criminals and pirates, and its ever-open bay a safe place for hunted men. Renegades and whores were its upstanding citizens, and pirate code its law.

The pirates who arrived at Tortuga wanted nothing more than a drink (or a few), a bed, and a willing woman to share it with. Most men in Tortuga merely marked time, waiting for a job, waiting for a ship, or just waiting for their lives to end. Sailors unfortunate enough to be in Tortuga were always bored, and all of them loved to talk. They talked about everything—from their crimes, to their romantic conquests, to the homes they barely remembered. Or, in some cases, the homes they remembered all too well, and missed desperately.