Thank you for all my lovely review again. Every time I get one, I'm like,
oh, I better write some more so I get more review to pat my egos, and then
I get another review, and I write more. It's a very vicious circle, and I
get no work done. It's evil, very evil.
Anyway, I just had a fight with my friend, and she says its Ana-Maria not Ana-Marie, and now that I think about it she might be right. What do you think? Is it Ana-Maria and should I bother to change every last one to Ana- Maria? Or should I just change it in future? Hmmm
Also, My chapters small, so do you want them bigger, or do you like them in biteable proportions? Feed back here.
Kingleby: Thank you, I love your reviews, they are very CUTE, hehe, and I'll have to write in later about the hair braiding bit, because I can't see Jack Sparrow just waking up one morning and deciding that yes, beads are the best fashion statement. Maybe it happened against his will eh? Or maybe he was just really really bored on that little island. Hmmm.
Dana-Black: Longer chapters, check. They are coming, eventually. And lusty (am I allowed to say lusty when it's P-13, I'm afraid.) but, lusty chapters coming, check. But you'll have to wait; they are a few chapters away.
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Never in Sparrow's life had he seen such a place. Maidens coming out of their dresses, skin so pale that thin blue veins could be traced from exposed collarbones downwards in an overt display of skin.
Everywhere drinking. Everywhere shouts that could be screams of laughter or pain. Pirates talked animatedly, scars distorting faces and huge hats shadowing them. The air was so thick with grog that you could almost taste it on your teeth.
Sparrow was pleased when Turner ducked into a tavern called the White Goose. Not that it was any less crowded in there. A flirtatious barmaid who obviously knew Turner well found them a seat in the upper part of the bar. Sparrow looked out on the balcony, where one man was pouring ale down his throat and shirt, while one woman seemed intend on flipping her skirts up and down at a drunken sailor. Another sailor had his arms wrapped blearily around two girls, both who swayed with him, batting heavily painted eyelashes wearily.
Barl returned with three tankards, his eyes scanning the room.
"Barl's looking for Carlotta, his ah." Turner broke off with a knowing grin. Barl bared his teeth a Turner jokingly, "Lets just say, they are well acquainted."
"Jackson, ignore Turner here. He doesn't believe in excising his leave to its full capacity." Barl said, still searching for Carlotta.
"What does that mean?"
"Turner heres a married man. Got a bird and a brat back home. Rarely ever uses the comforts that Tortugua has to offer." Barl clarified, sloshing some of his tankard, turning his back on the rest of the room now, his search defeated.
Turner nodded, draining his tankard while Barl spoke.
"Ah, but not always is my resolve that strong," Turner said mockingly. "And it's not tonight Barl. It's been a long six weeks, with no sign of returning to England any time soon. And it's the boy's first night here. Shall we introduce him to madam Madeline, do you think?" Turner asked wicked. The barmaid appeared before Barl could do anything but smile.
"Well, if it isn't my best loved first mate of the Portella! Had no idea that you boys would be in town for a while. Turner, how are you?" The girl said gushingly, kissing Turner on one cheek. She was blonde and short, but curvy with a lot of skin exposed. She had, overall, an overpowering aura.
"Kim, how's it faring?" Turner asked, a long look passing between the two of them. Barl watched, and grew bored, once again scanning the room.
"Good and bad. Father's turning over a new leaf, clearing out more of the unsavoury characters. Think he wants to go a bit up market, what good it'll do him I don't know. Who's this then?" She asked, blessing Sparrow with a wide smile.
"Ah, new recruit on the Portella." Turner explained shortly. He licked his lips slightly as the girl preened, pausing the take another sip of ale.
"You still on that old ship, Turner? You should be a captain by now, big strapping boy like you!"
"Funny you mention that love, got a new captain and all now." He paused for dramatic affect while the girl's eyes widened.
"You never? Was it mutiny?"
"Nah luv, nothing that dramatic. Gull died. Fever got him." The blonde girl gasped anyway, her chubby hand raised to her rouged lips.
"Oh Bill, that's terrible."
"Aye," Barl and Turner bowed their heads. Sparrow noticed that the girl didn't seem all that upset, twiddling with her blonde curl. Just another pirate in her mind.
"Whose you new captain? Is it that girl, Gulls, daughter? What was her name, real curt skinny bitch?" Kim asked.
"Ana-Marie. Yeah, that's her. Nasty with a sword, as me and Carlos found out the other day." Turner said leaning forward to recount the incident in the hull. The blonde girl laughed, though she appeared distracted now. She twisted her ponytail in her hand.
"Well, I gutta get back to my customers. But, I'll be off in an hour, if you want to stick around, Turner? Oh, and Barl, you want me to tell Carlotta you're in town? Her and the girls are down at the Banana Monkey, but I can get them to come over. Nothing but cheap sailors there anyway." She disappeared before Barl could answer. Turner watched her backside disappear happily.
"Ah, there, now half of Tortugua will know who's running the Portella before the hours out." Turner said satisfied
"A big gossip is she?" Sparrow asked.
"Old Kim? The biggest. Know you friends as well as you enemies, I always say. It's your friends that do you over in the end in this business."
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Anyway, I just had a fight with my friend, and she says its Ana-Maria not Ana-Marie, and now that I think about it she might be right. What do you think? Is it Ana-Maria and should I bother to change every last one to Ana- Maria? Or should I just change it in future? Hmmm
Also, My chapters small, so do you want them bigger, or do you like them in biteable proportions? Feed back here.
Kingleby: Thank you, I love your reviews, they are very CUTE, hehe, and I'll have to write in later about the hair braiding bit, because I can't see Jack Sparrow just waking up one morning and deciding that yes, beads are the best fashion statement. Maybe it happened against his will eh? Or maybe he was just really really bored on that little island. Hmmm.
Dana-Black: Longer chapters, check. They are coming, eventually. And lusty (am I allowed to say lusty when it's P-13, I'm afraid.) but, lusty chapters coming, check. But you'll have to wait; they are a few chapters away.
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Never in Sparrow's life had he seen such a place. Maidens coming out of their dresses, skin so pale that thin blue veins could be traced from exposed collarbones downwards in an overt display of skin.
Everywhere drinking. Everywhere shouts that could be screams of laughter or pain. Pirates talked animatedly, scars distorting faces and huge hats shadowing them. The air was so thick with grog that you could almost taste it on your teeth.
Sparrow was pleased when Turner ducked into a tavern called the White Goose. Not that it was any less crowded in there. A flirtatious barmaid who obviously knew Turner well found them a seat in the upper part of the bar. Sparrow looked out on the balcony, where one man was pouring ale down his throat and shirt, while one woman seemed intend on flipping her skirts up and down at a drunken sailor. Another sailor had his arms wrapped blearily around two girls, both who swayed with him, batting heavily painted eyelashes wearily.
Barl returned with three tankards, his eyes scanning the room.
"Barl's looking for Carlotta, his ah." Turner broke off with a knowing grin. Barl bared his teeth a Turner jokingly, "Lets just say, they are well acquainted."
"Jackson, ignore Turner here. He doesn't believe in excising his leave to its full capacity." Barl said, still searching for Carlotta.
"What does that mean?"
"Turner heres a married man. Got a bird and a brat back home. Rarely ever uses the comforts that Tortugua has to offer." Barl clarified, sloshing some of his tankard, turning his back on the rest of the room now, his search defeated.
Turner nodded, draining his tankard while Barl spoke.
"Ah, but not always is my resolve that strong," Turner said mockingly. "And it's not tonight Barl. It's been a long six weeks, with no sign of returning to England any time soon. And it's the boy's first night here. Shall we introduce him to madam Madeline, do you think?" Turner asked wicked. The barmaid appeared before Barl could do anything but smile.
"Well, if it isn't my best loved first mate of the Portella! Had no idea that you boys would be in town for a while. Turner, how are you?" The girl said gushingly, kissing Turner on one cheek. She was blonde and short, but curvy with a lot of skin exposed. She had, overall, an overpowering aura.
"Kim, how's it faring?" Turner asked, a long look passing between the two of them. Barl watched, and grew bored, once again scanning the room.
"Good and bad. Father's turning over a new leaf, clearing out more of the unsavoury characters. Think he wants to go a bit up market, what good it'll do him I don't know. Who's this then?" She asked, blessing Sparrow with a wide smile.
"Ah, new recruit on the Portella." Turner explained shortly. He licked his lips slightly as the girl preened, pausing the take another sip of ale.
"You still on that old ship, Turner? You should be a captain by now, big strapping boy like you!"
"Funny you mention that love, got a new captain and all now." He paused for dramatic affect while the girl's eyes widened.
"You never? Was it mutiny?"
"Nah luv, nothing that dramatic. Gull died. Fever got him." The blonde girl gasped anyway, her chubby hand raised to her rouged lips.
"Oh Bill, that's terrible."
"Aye," Barl and Turner bowed their heads. Sparrow noticed that the girl didn't seem all that upset, twiddling with her blonde curl. Just another pirate in her mind.
"Whose you new captain? Is it that girl, Gulls, daughter? What was her name, real curt skinny bitch?" Kim asked.
"Ana-Marie. Yeah, that's her. Nasty with a sword, as me and Carlos found out the other day." Turner said leaning forward to recount the incident in the hull. The blonde girl laughed, though she appeared distracted now. She twisted her ponytail in her hand.
"Well, I gutta get back to my customers. But, I'll be off in an hour, if you want to stick around, Turner? Oh, and Barl, you want me to tell Carlotta you're in town? Her and the girls are down at the Banana Monkey, but I can get them to come over. Nothing but cheap sailors there anyway." She disappeared before Barl could answer. Turner watched her backside disappear happily.
"Ah, there, now half of Tortugua will know who's running the Portella before the hours out." Turner said satisfied
"A big gossip is she?" Sparrow asked.
"Old Kim? The biggest. Know you friends as well as you enemies, I always say. It's your friends that do you over in the end in this business."
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