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The pirates left the back room, walking into the thick smoke and aroma of Tortuga, where any man can feel loved. The pirate crew dispersed, leaving the captain to fend for herself. The captain walked passed the in greats, the less then proud career of the wenches and the fowl of the men who would take them. The captain was of pirate descent, all the way from Scotland. Her hair was a dark brown, cut just below her shoulder. She wore a loose white shirt, with a tight vest on over top, black leather pants, and brown tall boots with a leather cuff. On her head, she wore a tri-corn hat it a pheasant feather on top. As she sat down at the bar, the bar-tender, Carver, offered her a drink. "Rum, no water, please.." She begged as Carver smiled, "How long has it been since you've made port?"
"About... two months?" Carver's eyes widened, "I'm surprised too." As Carver worked on that rum-"no water, got-it"- Captain looked around the room at the pirates, looking to see she knew any of them.
There was a fat guy, with a monocle, he looked like he could work with Captain Hook! He was drunk off his rocker, and fell off his rocker several times in the last half-hour. There was another man, older, gray beard at least, and a parrot on his shoulder. Next to him was a young lady trying to get his attention, he didn't look interested. "Hmm... I'm guessing circumcision." She whispered to herself, though, not low enough, for Carver was looking at her strangely.
The captain turned back around to Carver and smiled, he held rum in a mug. "Eh, thank ya'" she managed before drinking from the glass mug. The sweet, and yet burning elixir slithered down her throat. She made a quick moaning sound as she downed that mug of rum quickly and almost effortlessly. It left Carver in awe.
The captain sat the now empty mug down on the bar and wiped her mouth. She looked up to carver and smiled, "Wot? You've never seen someone drink rum as fast before?"
"Naw, I 'ave. Just neva a woman, ma'am."
"Oh?" She laughed "And which one of these men have you seen drink like me before?" Carver removed the mug from the bar and pointed over to the corner of the pub. The captain turned around and saw a man who never ceased to amaze her, "Captain" Jack Sparrow.
The captain smiled, seeing Sparrow with a wench on each side of him, and a bottle of, most likely, rum. The captain stood from the bar and walked towards Sparrow, hoping she would scare him. As she got closer, the girl on his right side stopped whispering in his ear, and stared at her. She just smiled as she stood in front of him. "Oi, Sparrow." She spat as he quit drinking to look at her. "Don't you owe me money?"
"Who don't I owe money to, love?" He slurred. The captain smiled slightly as Sparrow tried to stand up. He stumbled slightly, catching his balance, he looked to her and said "who are you, and why do I owe you me money?"
"I am the only woman on this island, you haven't had the pleasure of bedding." She spoke. This jogged Sparrow's memory. She said the same line every time she saw him, making it quite easy to remember. "Ehh... Anne!" He practically shouted. He was just happy he didn't get her name wrong. She smiled as he remembered, "Wait... I don't owe you money."
"No, you don't. But it was worth a shot" Jack smiled.
"Well, since I don't owe you money, how about you buy me a drink, then?" Jack sat back down, motioning for her to do the same. Anne sat down on a maroon foot-rest, while Jack sat in a same color chair, which looked more like a throne, with the gold studs holding it together.
"So, what is it you look for Tortuga?" Asked Jack and he took another gulp of rum. "I look for the man who tried to turned me crew into the navy." Spoke Anne, is a hushed tone. Jack leaned back in his chair, "who was it?"
"A man named James Teach. Heard of him?"
"Yeah, I have" Jack nodded "I 'eard he turn himself in to the navy. Told 'em he'd spill his measly guts if they wouldn't arrest him."
Anne shook her head. "I guess the price of loyalty goes down every year, aye?"
"Aye, every year." Jack took another gulp of rum. "Soon we'll be the only ones left, you and me."
"I hope I die before then."
"Wot?" Asked Jack,screeching a high-pitch only Jack can muster. Jack leaned in to Anne, resting his forearms on his knees. "Why would ye say that?"
"Jack, don't ye remember when it was pirates verses the navy all day. Every day it would be fightin' and piligin'. Us pirate had a chance!" Anne said, reminiscing on the good 'ole days. "Now, the navy's won. Now, the pirates you and I 'ave grown up with 'ave passed, their names lost. We a dying race, Jack."
