POTC Chapter One.

"Oh dear, Emily I've bought the wrong barrel up" Daphne giggled as I turned to her from behind the bar. It was more a laugh of frustration so that she wouldn't scream because of the many steps she had dragged the barrel up, just to find it was the wrong one.
"Daft ol' Daphne, what am I going to do with you?" I smiled as she turned with a sigh and took the barrel back down to the cellar.

I could have actually strangled her for bringing the wrong barrel up, we're running extremely low on rum and the many people in my pub were beginning to grow impatient, but I wasn't the type to snap unless I was really wound up tight. Not to mention my employees worked a lot better when I was calm with them; well most of the time!

I owned my own pub here in Tortuga which I called the Velvet Crown. I'd worked here all my life and lived not far from it too, alone. My parents were killed when I was just 10 years old in the very house I lived in still, taking care of their property when they died. It was some stupid pirate raid and they were after the very secret my parents had taken to the grave with them. I would never know what the real reason behind their death was.

I had taken care of their business too, this small but packed and busy little pub in Tortuga, not far from the packed harbor in which hundreds of sailors came and went each day, pirates even. The very people who I despised for killing my parents, but then again I can't hold a grudge against all pirates because of my parents.

Like I said, I wasn't the type to grow angry unless wound tight. I mostly kept everything hidden and tried my hardest to put a smile of my face for the people who entered my pub each day.

"Emily dear, are you alright?" I heard a voice and I turned to see Prudence wondering up to me. It was just us three women working in this pub and we didn't like to admit it was the reason the Velvet Crown was so popular. I tried to tell myself that it was because I had worked hard all my life and for once women were actually getting somewhere. Even if here in Tortuga it was a popular place for certain kinds of women...

I tried my best to look the part of a real woman. Not these fake hookers with make-up plastered all over their faces and so little clothing they might as well wear nothing! Women of easy virtue. My mother always wore dresses and at least 3 layers. I guess I just carried on that tradition and I too wore dresses that dragged on the floor. But even if I couldn't afford the upper class clothing at least my clothing covered me enough so that the many men in my pub gave me respect, even if they didn't like to admit it...

"Yes Pru, thank you I'm just a little tired that's all" I lied. I wasn't going to admit that every so often I would day dream about my life, and wonder whether I was really doing the right thing by my family and taking care of their business.

All at once the door burst open and my head darted to two men who came rushing into the pub, swords sheathed and one of them holding a gun.

I assumed they were both pirates. Well most definitely the one of them, and I figured the other one was but it wasn't as, well, obvious of the other man. The one holding a gun was wearing a white shirt, a grey jacket, breeches, boots, and he had long dark hair as well as a moustache and goatee.

The other man however was wearing no jacket and his white shirt (I assume it was white) was unbuttoned quite a way to reveal his tanned chest. He also had long dark dreadlocks in which many colorful braids hung, as well as a red bandana, and his eyes were just as dark and mysterious and surrounded by black kohl.

"Where are you going? you don't possibly think that they haven't already began making their way around the back do you?" the man with the dreadlocks said to the other, who was holding the gun and about to run out the back exit in a hurry.
"Well where do you suppose we go Jack, hide behind the bar!" the other replied sarcastically
"Precisely, you're catching on dear William" The other guy smiled, and I assumed he was Jack, the other William.

Both of them turned as they heard shouting coming towards the huge thick frosted glass doors, and they then jumped behind the bar in which both Prudence and I was standing behind, and they both crouched down either side of me as is stood in the middle. Within a matter of seconds the doors burst open again and in ran another pirate.

"Keep us hidden, and you keep your life, darling" Jack threatened as he pulled out a gun and William shot him a glare.

"Where are those two pirates!" one of the crew snapped walking forward out of the crowd and up to the bar
"What are you talking about?" I lied, trying to keep my life.
"You eard' especially that good for nothin' joke of a pirate Jack Sparrow" he spat, fury clinging on to his every word. I heard Jack mutter something quietly in annoyance as I drew my attention back to the man stood in front of me...