Two years later
A young woman stands at the shore, the boundary between land and sea. On the horizon stretching out in front of her, the dim outline of a few ships can be vaguely made out. Behind her, Port Royal buzzes with the life of its daily hustle and bustle. Trade, social gatherings, brawls. It doesn't take an idiot to see that the woman doesn't usually venture to this part of town: the elite of Port Royal live at the top of the town, and living standards decrease from there until you reach the streets- filthy and crawling with peasants. No, everything about this girl from her glossy hair to her expensive dress reeks of rich.
And yet, here she is. Standing at the docks of Port Royal with, of all thing, a bottle of rum clasped in one hand. It is unopened, and she doesn't appear to be paying much attention to it at all. A present for someone, maybe. But for who?
A little old lady toddles up to her and peers curiously at the bottle in her hand. "Oh, my dear!" she exclaims. "I do hope that's not for yourself! It's not good for you, you know."
Which was rich, coming from her- everyone knew that she was one of town's biggest alcoholics.
The girl smiled from beneath the wide brim of her fancy hat and shook her head. "No, it's for my father. He comes into port today."
The old lady smiled a toothless smile. "Oh, how lovely. Is he a merchant sailor?"
My grin widens and I look out beyond my stupid frilly hat, at the vague silhouette of a black ship with black sails on the horizons. I don't even try to sound serious when I tell the old lady, "No, he's a pirate."
A/N: …And that's a wrap! Thank you all so much for your support, even though I stuffed around with this a lot… You guys are amazing! Thank you times two billion trillion. I will try my hardest to get a sequel up and running as soon as I can- until then, a very good day/night to you all :)