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Author's Note: I wasn't sure if there were really bars in Port Royal, but I figured every town/city must have at least one.right? Well, here goes nothin'.
Alison was extremely relieved when the captain had called to the crew that land had been spotted. She was even more relaxed when she walked off the ship and onto solid ground. The downfall was that she could not find a house by herself. With a frown of defeat, she made her way to the bar and took a seat at the counter.
"What can I get for you?" the bar wench questioned the sullen young woman.
"I'll have an ale, please," Alison requested. The woman left and quickly came back with a mug of ale. Alison placed the money for the beverage in the woman's hand. "Thank you," Alison picked up the heavy mug and took a swig of the golden liquid. She placed the large mug onto the counter and placed her face in the palms of her hands.
"Y' know, luv, I've only ever seen a lad drink his sorrows away," a slurred voice came from beside Alison. She lifted her head and looked at the man to her left. She studied him briefly and shot him a look of disgust.
"I beg your pardon, but I am not drinking away my sorrows," she replied coldly.
"Do ye come 'ere for fun, then?" the man questioned once more before gulping down his beverage. His chocolate eyes studied her face and moved down past the neck before her voice broke his concentration.
"What do you think you are looking at!" Alison shrieked, placing her arms across her chest.
"So how 'bout it, luv. Are you up to it?" he smiled cheekily at her shocked face. Alison looked at his eye for a second before giggling. Soon these giggles turned into laughter. The man looked at her questionably. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Nothing, I'm sorry," Alison took two deep breaths, taking in the smell of cooked meat and alcohol, before drinking down half of the mug of ale. The man looked amused, taking in the effect that the alcohol must be having on the young lass.
"Something must be funny."
"Do you want to know the truth?" she leaned in toward him; the alcohol on her breath tingling the man's nose. "I'm not a wench."
"Are you sure, luv?" he asked, more bemused than he was a second before.
"Alison Conners!" a shrill voice echoed through out the bar. The young woman looked past the tanned man. In the doorway stood a woman whom had her dark brown hair pulled back into a tight bun. The woman's navy blue dress was clean cut, making the woman look out of place.
"Young lady," the woman spotted Alison and stormed over to her, "what are you doing?"
"Um." Alison looked up at the fair-faced woman.
"We are going home," the woman grabbed Alison's forearm with her right hand and Alison's suitcase with the other. Alison glanced at the man before being dragged out of the bar.
"Young lady, what were you thinking?" the woman interrogated once more, letting go of the blonde's arm.
"Aunt Sarah, I didn't know you knew I was coming here," Alison rubbed her covered forearm, surprised at the grip her aunt had gained.
"That woman you were staying with sent word and word came faster than you," Sarah stated, her chocolate eyes stern and demanding. "What were you doing in that bar?"
"I stopped in because the seas made me sick."
"I do not understand you and I do not believe you," Aunt Sarah tapped her foot, impatiently waiting for an answer. Alison swept her hair over the front of her shoulder and began to braid it. This was something she often did out of nervousness.
"I counted my money and saw that I had little and I realized that in order for me to have the house and life I wanted, I had to marry first. I became slightly depressed and went to have a drink," the young woman finished with a deep breath.
"Why didn't you seek me out?" Aunt Sarah questioned with a hint of sympathy lingering in the tone of her voice.
"You have done a lot for me, Aunt Sarah, and I didn't want to bother you anymore," Alison's pale emerald eyes lowered to the stone and dirt beneath her feet. Aunt Sarah placed a gentle arm around her niece after picking up the suitcase.
"Alison, you know I am always here whenever you need me. I am not going to leave you to fend for yourself."
"Thank you, Aunt Sarah," Alison placed both arms around her aunt's neck in a soft embrace.
"There are some stipulations, though," Aunt Sarah mentioned and began to tell them to Alison as they began their short walk to Aunt Sarah's house.
-How was it? I hope it's keeping you guys interested. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue. K? Thanks.
Author's Note: I wasn't sure if there were really bars in Port Royal, but I figured every town/city must have at least one.right? Well, here goes nothin'.
Alison was extremely relieved when the captain had called to the crew that land had been spotted. She was even more relaxed when she walked off the ship and onto solid ground. The downfall was that she could not find a house by herself. With a frown of defeat, she made her way to the bar and took a seat at the counter.
"What can I get for you?" the bar wench questioned the sullen young woman.
"I'll have an ale, please," Alison requested. The woman left and quickly came back with a mug of ale. Alison placed the money for the beverage in the woman's hand. "Thank you," Alison picked up the heavy mug and took a swig of the golden liquid. She placed the large mug onto the counter and placed her face in the palms of her hands.
"Y' know, luv, I've only ever seen a lad drink his sorrows away," a slurred voice came from beside Alison. She lifted her head and looked at the man to her left. She studied him briefly and shot him a look of disgust.
"I beg your pardon, but I am not drinking away my sorrows," she replied coldly.
"Do ye come 'ere for fun, then?" the man questioned once more before gulping down his beverage. His chocolate eyes studied her face and moved down past the neck before her voice broke his concentration.
"What do you think you are looking at!" Alison shrieked, placing her arms across her chest.
"So how 'bout it, luv. Are you up to it?" he smiled cheekily at her shocked face. Alison looked at his eye for a second before giggling. Soon these giggles turned into laughter. The man looked at her questionably. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Nothing, I'm sorry," Alison took two deep breaths, taking in the smell of cooked meat and alcohol, before drinking down half of the mug of ale. The man looked amused, taking in the effect that the alcohol must be having on the young lass.
"Something must be funny."
"Do you want to know the truth?" she leaned in toward him; the alcohol on her breath tingling the man's nose. "I'm not a wench."
"Are you sure, luv?" he asked, more bemused than he was a second before.
"Alison Conners!" a shrill voice echoed through out the bar. The young woman looked past the tanned man. In the doorway stood a woman whom had her dark brown hair pulled back into a tight bun. The woman's navy blue dress was clean cut, making the woman look out of place.
"Young lady," the woman spotted Alison and stormed over to her, "what are you doing?"
"Um." Alison looked up at the fair-faced woman.
"We are going home," the woman grabbed Alison's forearm with her right hand and Alison's suitcase with the other. Alison glanced at the man before being dragged out of the bar.
"Young lady, what were you thinking?" the woman interrogated once more, letting go of the blonde's arm.
"Aunt Sarah, I didn't know you knew I was coming here," Alison rubbed her covered forearm, surprised at the grip her aunt had gained.
"That woman you were staying with sent word and word came faster than you," Sarah stated, her chocolate eyes stern and demanding. "What were you doing in that bar?"
"I stopped in because the seas made me sick."
"I do not understand you and I do not believe you," Aunt Sarah tapped her foot, impatiently waiting for an answer. Alison swept her hair over the front of her shoulder and began to braid it. This was something she often did out of nervousness.
"I counted my money and saw that I had little and I realized that in order for me to have the house and life I wanted, I had to marry first. I became slightly depressed and went to have a drink," the young woman finished with a deep breath.
"Why didn't you seek me out?" Aunt Sarah questioned with a hint of sympathy lingering in the tone of her voice.
"You have done a lot for me, Aunt Sarah, and I didn't want to bother you anymore," Alison's pale emerald eyes lowered to the stone and dirt beneath her feet. Aunt Sarah placed a gentle arm around her niece after picking up the suitcase.
"Alison, you know I am always here whenever you need me. I am not going to leave you to fend for yourself."
"Thank you, Aunt Sarah," Alison placed both arms around her aunt's neck in a soft embrace.
"There are some stipulations, though," Aunt Sarah mentioned and began to tell them to Alison as they began their short walk to Aunt Sarah's house.
-How was it? I hope it's keeping you guys interested. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue. K? Thanks.