This is my first PotC story in English. I wrote this story before but then in Dutch. So if it's wrong, please tell me. But nice… I like nice people…XD

The bartender looked up from his stupid job, cleaning a clean glass. He looked at the woman who was in the corner of the pub, drinking some rum. The woman was looking calmly at her surroundings, what was a little unusual for a woman in this pub. Normally the women here were whores. The bartender saw how a man walked up to the woman en tried to grab her. Her answer was a slap in the face. The bartender laughed a little and continued with his work. It paid well, this job. The whores had to give him half of the money the earned and that was a lot of money. He glanced over at the woman in the corner again. He felt strangely attracted to this woman. Not in a sexual way, but in a way as if he had to do something for her. Hel let the glass be for what it was, again dirty of the towel, and walked up to the woman.

Emely had a bad day. First she got problems at her work: building ships on the dock, and just now. A smelly old man walking up to her who wanted to be 'friends'. Again! It seemed like a daily thing and if it continued like this she could start a whole club of male 'friends'. Gross! She took a big gulp from her glass and looked around. It was a very typical day her in Tortuga. Noisy, screaming and a lot of drunken people who wanted to be everybody's friends. She didn't want a friend! Bastards... she thought when she saw two drunken man pulling a woman up the stairs. She turned right and her face came very close to another face, one of a man.

"HOLY SHIT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. The whole bar fell silent. People were looking at her like she was crazy. Then they shrugged and minded their own business. De man, whose face was really close, jumped back when he heard her scream and was no slowly walking towards her. Very carefully.

"Sorry, honey… Did I scare you, darling?" he asked calmly with a concerned undertone. Emely looked at him with a surprised face. Did she hear it wrong or did this man just say: 'Honey' and 'darling'?

"Uhhhh, no. Not at all." She answered. The man released a breath.

"That is fantastic! Well, sorry girly, but I thought: This girl needs help en I'm going to give it to her. So, what's wrong?"

"Nothing…" The bartender looked at her. "Alright. I have to go to Port Royal but I don't have a boat or ship."

"Don't worry, love! Me and my friends have a pretty boat for you! I think you can pick it up the day after tomorrow… Is that okay?"

"Yes! That's fine! The day after tomorrow on the dock?"

"On the dock it is!" the bartender waved his right arm around in an enthusiastic manner and gave Emely a light kiss on her cheek. He turned and walked back to the bar. Emely looked at him with a confused look. That was strange… she thought, threw some coins on the table and walked out of the pub. That man was clearly gay…She shook her head and breathed in the fresh air. Slowly she walked through the streets of Tortuga, it was calmer than earlier. It was about 4 a.m. in the morning and the most pirates were lying on the ground, unconscious. Emely walked around the bodies and walked to her house. A little cottage at the borders of the city and close to the forest what lay behind it. She opened her door and walked in. She closed it with a beam and stumbled trough the mess into her bed. She lay awoke for a while, thinking about her brother, who she lost eight years ago. Slowly her eyes closed and Emely was in a deep sleep.

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The next morning, Emely woke up early. Mostly because of the chickens… They were always outside of her door. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM! She tried to sleep further, but knew it was of no use. She dressed and walked to her job. From all sides someone screamed a greeting at her and she waved back.

"Oi! Em! Got any ideas for a new ship?" yelled a boy at her. He was about ten years old and had long black curly hair and deep brown eyes. Emely shook her head, laughing a little. That boy wanted to start on a new ship every day!

"José! We're still busy with this ship!" called another man, Ethan. Emely pulled her hair up in a bun and went to shave the planks till they were nice and smooth. It was difficult but it paid well. There was some yelling behind her and she looked over her shoulder. A pirate ship had arrived and the captain was sharing the treasure with his crew. Emely shook her head. It was always the same. The treasure was shared, they found out that someone took more then two pieces and then there was a fight. Hallelujah. She continued shaving and wiped a little sweat drop away. Behind her the screaming started at a maximum. They found the one who took to much, obviously. A bit of her dark hair fell in front of her eyes and she moved it away again. She felt at the wood and noticed it was smooth. She made it wet and walked over to Ethan and José, they took care of the bending of the planks by hanging them above a fire.

She sat next to them and gave the wet plank to Ethan. He smiled and hung the plank above the fire. The shouting behind them didn't stop and Emely stared to get irritated. She just wanted to turn around, when something fell against her. She fell and turned out of instinct, so she would fall with her back first. What she had forgotten, was that the fire was beneath her. And she was going straight at it.

Her scream made everybody fall silent and looked at her. Ethan and José where the only ones who did something: Ethan grabbed her out the fire, burning himself in the process and José went to get water. Ethan turned her on her stomach and poured some water over her burns. Emely made sissing sound from the pain.

"I'm sorry, Em. But you will always have the scars of this. Not to big, though."

"Doesn't matter, Ethan. Let me see your-" she couldn't say more, she had turned on her back and it hurt her. Ethan put her back on her stomach and José poured some water on Ethan's wounds.

"I'm going to be okay, Em. I'm going to take you home and then you are going to sleep."

"But, Ethan!" said Emely in a tiny childlike voice. "I don't want to sleep…"

"No but's!" Ethan picked Emely up bridal style and carried her to her house. There he put her in bed and kissed her on her forehead. Emely's last thoughts before she fell asleep were: What is it with me and gay people...

Hello! I hope you like it! Review! No flames… please?-