Adele and Cecilia

Chapter one
(prolouge-thing)
"Drink up me hearties"

Cecilia lolled about on her moth-eaten sofa, waving a bottle of rum in the air. Cecilia was a fairly good-looking girl with dusty blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back, and large slanted eyes that made her look slightly Asian. But right now, Cecilia was not as pleasing to look at, for she was frighteningly drunk. Drunkenness was one of her hobbies, and the tavern was her second home. Strange, you say, for a lady of such times to be so uncouth? Nay, for where Cecilia lived, far, far, out into the Caribbean, was a pirate's paradise; Isle de Los Loros. It had changed, though. When Cecilia was little, this island had once been a place like Tortuga: fights, wenches, and grog all around. Now, with the dwindling of pirates, it had become civilized. Oh, it was horrible, a tourist attraction in the making: balls, servants, dresses, and military. "What next?" All the pirates thought. Cecilia, unlike everyone else, was not bothered by it and frequently skipped balls to drink grog on the roof with her cat, Fandy. So everyone ignored Cecilia, and she ignored everyone else. It was when she met Adele that everything changed. A lot!