Oh Sweet Revenge
Disclaimer: all the characters you know are Disney's, the one's you don't are mine.
Repulsive Girl beneath my skin, I want to hit her deep within, I'm not as innocent as my kin, To kill her, Oh sweet revenge, I hate that girl inside and out, She's in my world waltzing about, How can she stay, I don't want it that way, To kill her, Oh sweet revenge, My appetite for love and war, Are not the same to that dirty whore, She lusts for blood, Mixed with the mud, To kill her, Oh sweet revenge, You may not believe, But in this respect, There are two girls to me, One I can and regret, And after she's done, Hating everyone, I have to clean up her mess, That repulsive girl, Beneath my skin, To kill her, Oh sweet revenge.-Repulsive Girl (Sweet Revenge) by Me
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Sunny galloped through the streets of Tortuga on a horse that did not belong to her. Tortuga didn't normally have horses, and when they are found they are normally stolen, branded and loaded on the next ship out for an extra shilling or two. Today was an abnormally clear day, which meant that theā¦late-nighter's would not be out until their hangovers disappeared. This also meant that no one was out on the streets for her to run over. The biggest grin was on her face as the wind whipped through her uneven shreds of hair.
"Ho!" she said as she forcefully tugged on the reins when she noticed a small crew of men, pirates most likely, standing fifty feet in front of her and closing. The stallion reared as he made a close to sudden stop five feet in front of a man with long dark hair and equally dark eyes.
"Nice horse," he said gruffly with slightly widened eyes and a hint of a smile.
"He's not mine," she retorted with a smirk, turned the other way and clicked her tongue twice. A kick from the right leg told the horse to canter, she did not look back.
Pirates are a normal occurrence in Tortuga, and she didn't need to meet anymore of them. She did, however, recognize most of the men as loonies who were booted off their last ship for being to old, and who would occasionally drown their feelings of abandonment in the rum of the tavern she worked at infrequently when she wanted to make an honest living selling alcohol to drunks as a boy so she wouldn't have to sell her body to drunks as a girl.
When Sunny felt that she was at a safe distance from the newly arrived pirates she slowed the stallion, dismounted, thanked him for the ride, and wrapped the flat edge of her sword on his hindquarters.
The stallion lunged foreword and away from the girl without a glance back. He had met many who had dreamed of riding him but never had the guts to do it. He was glad to be rid of the experience.
Sunny tied a bandana around her head to keep her short, boyish hair out of her eyes and strutted down the alley, a shortcut to the docks. She had to know what ship these pirates came from. She did not care to meet them, this was true, but she also wanted to be informed.
There it was, glorious new white sails blowing in the breeze, tied to the dock behind a few other ships but clearly within view. The infamous Black Pearl. She would recognize it anywhere. Captain Sparrow was back in town.
