Rough Days
By Padfootop and Ainohikari
As the girl sat in the shadows of a dark alley way, a bottle of rum hung from her hands. Cool gray eyes glazed over all the ships that were habored in Port Royal's docks. They were just resting upon the softly tapping waters, ropes clinging their bodies to the solid planks of wood attatched to the sand bars. She laughed sincertly, and tipped her head back and took another swig of the rum, glupping down half of the bottle, a little stream dripping out of her mouth and down her chin, dripping down to the ground. Resting her back against the wall, she sat ontop of the boxes behind the Tavern. Pressing her ivory white hair against the cold stone, she could feel the hot and humid air around her. Glancing once more at one of the ships that was docked, she grumbled something and continued to drink the bottle away.
She could feel the effect of the alcohol finally hitting her system as she felt her head was a light feeling. She started to laugh. Laught at what? She didn't know, but it felt good to laugh, even if she did fail at her attempt to get a ship and get out of this stupid guard creeping town. It was no fun there, nothing like Tortuga or the other islands that pirates harbored themselves. No, ever since the whole thing with Jack Sparrow, Norrington had actually managed to double the navy and guards in the town. She was lucky to even be still alive. She had been fooli sh and rushed the attempt to leave.
"I think ye've 'ad 'nough drink fer one dah," stated a male voice right before her. She hadn't even realized she had drunk herself right onto the floor. Lying sprawled out, the man leaned forward and took the bottle of rum, still some left it in. Tipping his head back, he took a deep swig. She growled as he drank away her precious grog. She scrambled to her feet, and must have gotten up too fast. The 19 year old started to see her world spinning in circles. She fell backwards into the boxes, crashing as the splintering wood broken in half. She moaned as her head smacked into the wood, tearing up the back of her shirt. "Ye ok?" She scrambled up and uprighted herself, leaning against the wall, not glancing at the man's open hand.
"Welp t'at was surehly was rude o' ye," stated another woman next to the man. "Jack, lets jist go. She's o'viously not in need fer our 'elp." The man shrugged and she pushed Jack and Faile away from her.
"Ye in me way! Idiots!" she slurred, and pushed through the two of them, into the hot sun light of the Caribbean. Jack's eyes hit the tatoo that was carved into her upper back. He managed to see a picture of the sea with a sea dragon on it and a detailed letter "A". Jack laughed.
"Lookeh 'ere, dahlin'. It looks as thou we 'as run into Norry's latest pro'ec't! G'd luck avoidin' ol' Norry Atlantis. He 'as it out fer ye tryin' t' steal Swann's ship!" Faile just snorted and said nothing as she watched the drunk piratess stumble away [after giving both of them the middle finger].
Atlantis stumbled around the block, looking around carefully for any sign of guards. Tas was surprised to not find any of them currently. She dashed for the Tavern's door and ran smack into another man exiting.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" he shouted at her, and Tas knocked him and herself to the ground, tumbling for a bit. Mina jumped up from behind the counter and ran over towards Tas, peeling her off of the man.
"I'm so sorry sir," she said. The man grumbled and left quickly. Mina dragged Tas into the back of the Tavern, and shut the door. "What the hell are you doing? Don't tell me you're drunk already?" Tas bletched and rubbed her temples.
"Fine then I won't tell ye," she slurred. "Jist 'ad a few drinks. Not'in' much." Mina sighed and rolled her eyes. Tas leaned back and by her hands was a pouch. She fingered it and pried it open. Inside were plenty of pieces of silver. "What are ye doing wif this?" Mina snatched the pouch from her cousin's theiving hands.
"None of your business!" Tas gave her a look and Mina rolled her eyes again. "Fine, I'm saving money for a dress to look presentable for-"
"Dun tell me ye still aftah Will Turneh? Come off it Mina, he's a taken man!"
"I don't care! I still love him and want him!"
"Welp from what I know about ol' Will, he's in lub wif the Swann girl. So yer out of luck until she croaks," she laughed in a slurred voice. Mina glared at her. "Ye see, yer situ'tion 'as two options. First o' all, ye forget that Turneh exists 'n' get o'er yerself, cause he ain't gonna like ye o'er Lizzie. Two. Ye go and lure Lizzie to an alley way and give her the ol' one-two."
"What's the 'ol' one-two'?" asked Mina. Tas laughed up a storm, and coughed a bit, until she settled back.
"Ye're that dense Mina? It means kill t' broad!" she spat out. "Ye go 'n' git rid o' yer onleh comp'tion! Stupid, but its nots like Will's gonna leabe 'erside. So give up on it!" Then Tas passed out. Mina sat there, pretty much alone. She looked around the backroom. It was full of food and drinks. Tas would be fine...
Getting up Mina left the room and locked the door. Pressing her back to the door, she pondered at what her wanted-drunk-cousin had just told her. Kill Liz? Could it be done? Mina looked around. She made it to the counter and looked out the window. Elizabeth Turner was walking down the street. She looked back to the pistol that was hidden under the counter, incase something got out of hand. She looked at it. No, she couldn't do it! She couldn't kill Liz. Liz did nothing to her! No, take that back. Liz stole Mina's man! She growled and grabbed the pistol shoving it deep into her dress. She looked towards one of the barkeeps.
"I'll be gone the rest of the day. Keep things in order until I get back tonight." He nodded and Mina left the Tavern and turned down the way Liz was heading. "HEY ELIZABETH!" Liz turned around and smiled at her.
"Hello Mina," she replied. "How are you? How's the business going?"
"I'm great," she lied. "Business is doing just fine, its better without all those pirates stealing my drinks." Liz laughed.
"Yes they are good for that," she chuckled.
So how's it with you and Will?" Mina asked curiously, leading Liz down a couple of alley ways. Liz was oblivious on where she was going. She rambled on how Will and Liz were trying for a baby, and how her father was setting Will up with a merchant business. And baby preparations. Mina gritted her teeth through a smile as they came back down to an alley deep within the slummy part of Port Royal.
"Where are we?" asked Liz. Mina, picking up a plank of wood from the ground took a batter's swing. HOMERUN! The board smacked Liz in the head, and knocked her to the ground, unconscience but still alive. Mina panted. What had she done? She grabbed a big hunk of cloth that was lying on the streets and folded it up into a thick ball. Placing it over Liz's heart, she took out the pistol. Pressing it against the thick ball, she cringed. The birds cried and few away as the winds picked up and the dark depths of the waters stirred.
As the girl sat in the shadows of a dark alley way, a bottle of rum hung from her hands. Cool gray eyes glazed over all the ships that were habored in Port Royal's docks. They were just resting upon the softly tapping waters, ropes clinging their bodies to the solid planks of wood attatched to the sand bars. She laughed sincertly, and tipped her head back and took another swig of the rum, glupping down half of the bottle, a little stream dripping out of her mouth and down her chin, dripping down to the ground. Resting her back against the wall, she sat ontop of the boxes behind the Tavern. Pressing her ivory white hair against the cold stone, she could feel the hot and humid air around her. Glancing once more at one of the ships that was docked, she grumbled something and continued to drink the bottle away.
She could feel the effect of the alcohol finally hitting her system as she felt her head was a light feeling. She started to laugh. Laught at what? She didn't know, but it felt good to laugh, even if she did fail at her attempt to get a ship and get out of this stupid guard creeping town. It was no fun there, nothing like Tortuga or the other islands that pirates harbored themselves. No, ever since the whole thing with Jack Sparrow, Norrington had actually managed to double the navy and guards in the town. She was lucky to even be still alive. She had been fooli sh and rushed the attempt to leave.
"I think ye've 'ad 'nough drink fer one dah," stated a male voice right before her. She hadn't even realized she had drunk herself right onto the floor. Lying sprawled out, the man leaned forward and took the bottle of rum, still some left it in. Tipping his head back, he took a deep swig. She growled as he drank away her precious grog. She scrambled to her feet, and must have gotten up too fast. The 19 year old started to see her world spinning in circles. She fell backwards into the boxes, crashing as the splintering wood broken in half. She moaned as her head smacked into the wood, tearing up the back of her shirt. "Ye ok?" She scrambled up and uprighted herself, leaning against the wall, not glancing at the man's open hand.
"Welp t'at was surehly was rude o' ye," stated another woman next to the man. "Jack, lets jist go. She's o'viously not in need fer our 'elp." The man shrugged and she pushed Jack and Faile away from her.
"Ye in me way! Idiots!" she slurred, and pushed through the two of them, into the hot sun light of the Caribbean. Jack's eyes hit the tatoo that was carved into her upper back. He managed to see a picture of the sea with a sea dragon on it and a detailed letter "A". Jack laughed.
"Lookeh 'ere, dahlin'. It looks as thou we 'as run into Norry's latest pro'ec't! G'd luck avoidin' ol' Norry Atlantis. He 'as it out fer ye tryin' t' steal Swann's ship!" Faile just snorted and said nothing as she watched the drunk piratess stumble away [after giving both of them the middle finger].
Atlantis stumbled around the block, looking around carefully for any sign of guards. Tas was surprised to not find any of them currently. She dashed for the Tavern's door and ran smack into another man exiting.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" he shouted at her, and Tas knocked him and herself to the ground, tumbling for a bit. Mina jumped up from behind the counter and ran over towards Tas, peeling her off of the man.
"I'm so sorry sir," she said. The man grumbled and left quickly. Mina dragged Tas into the back of the Tavern, and shut the door. "What the hell are you doing? Don't tell me you're drunk already?" Tas bletched and rubbed her temples.
"Fine then I won't tell ye," she slurred. "Jist 'ad a few drinks. Not'in' much." Mina sighed and rolled her eyes. Tas leaned back and by her hands was a pouch. She fingered it and pried it open. Inside were plenty of pieces of silver. "What are ye doing wif this?" Mina snatched the pouch from her cousin's theiving hands.
"None of your business!" Tas gave her a look and Mina rolled her eyes again. "Fine, I'm saving money for a dress to look presentable for-"
"Dun tell me ye still aftah Will Turneh? Come off it Mina, he's a taken man!"
"I don't care! I still love him and want him!"
"Welp from what I know about ol' Will, he's in lub wif the Swann girl. So yer out of luck until she croaks," she laughed in a slurred voice. Mina glared at her. "Ye see, yer situ'tion 'as two options. First o' all, ye forget that Turneh exists 'n' get o'er yerself, cause he ain't gonna like ye o'er Lizzie. Two. Ye go and lure Lizzie to an alley way and give her the ol' one-two."
"What's the 'ol' one-two'?" asked Mina. Tas laughed up a storm, and coughed a bit, until she settled back.
"Ye're that dense Mina? It means kill t' broad!" she spat out. "Ye go 'n' git rid o' yer onleh comp'tion! Stupid, but its nots like Will's gonna leabe 'erside. So give up on it!" Then Tas passed out. Mina sat there, pretty much alone. She looked around the backroom. It was full of food and drinks. Tas would be fine...
Getting up Mina left the room and locked the door. Pressing her back to the door, she pondered at what her wanted-drunk-cousin had just told her. Kill Liz? Could it be done? Mina looked around. She made it to the counter and looked out the window. Elizabeth Turner was walking down the street. She looked back to the pistol that was hidden under the counter, incase something got out of hand. She looked at it. No, she couldn't do it! She couldn't kill Liz. Liz did nothing to her! No, take that back. Liz stole Mina's man! She growled and grabbed the pistol shoving it deep into her dress. She looked towards one of the barkeeps.
"I'll be gone the rest of the day. Keep things in order until I get back tonight." He nodded and Mina left the Tavern and turned down the way Liz was heading. "HEY ELIZABETH!" Liz turned around and smiled at her.
"Hello Mina," she replied. "How are you? How's the business going?"
"I'm great," she lied. "Business is doing just fine, its better without all those pirates stealing my drinks." Liz laughed.
"Yes they are good for that," she chuckled.
So how's it with you and Will?" Mina asked curiously, leading Liz down a couple of alley ways. Liz was oblivious on where she was going. She rambled on how Will and Liz were trying for a baby, and how her father was setting Will up with a merchant business. And baby preparations. Mina gritted her teeth through a smile as they came back down to an alley deep within the slummy part of Port Royal.
"Where are we?" asked Liz. Mina, picking up a plank of wood from the ground took a batter's swing. HOMERUN! The board smacked Liz in the head, and knocked her to the ground, unconscience but still alive. Mina panted. What had she done? She grabbed a big hunk of cloth that was lying on the streets and folded it up into a thick ball. Placing it over Liz's heart, she took out the pistol. Pressing it against the thick ball, she cringed. The birds cried and few away as the winds picked up and the dark depths of the waters stirred.