Chapter 4
The man who we still only know as Charles Everett, who is indeed a pirate, would spend all night awake as well. The nightlife of his lifestyle had just started heating up for the evening in a tavern near the docks where he sat at the bar. All others in the tavern, including some of Everett's crew, were making merry, downing large amounts of liquor, gambling, surrounding themselves with pleasurable company, exchanging wild stories...
On any other night Everett would undoubtedly be doing the same, in the thick of it all. However, tonight, Everett sat alone at the bar, thinking. Everett had hardly been able to keep his mind focused on what he needed to think about without having his thoughts interrupted by other thoughts of the girl he had just met, the granddaughter of Margret Andrews. But Emma was not a girl. He had heard stories of her as she'd grown up; now she was a lady.
"Stop this nonsense," he told himself, "it's just as Margret says, I am a pirate." It wasn't as if he'd never met a woman before, but he couldn't get her out of his head. She was certainly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, though he'd traveled the world over dozens of times.
"Stop!" he again told himself. But even her voice! The few words she had spoken when they met had echoed throughout his entire frame. The sound of her voice haunted his thoughts and had him entranced. It was absolute nonsense. What was going on with him?
A loud bang of the door finally distracted him from his thoughts, for which he was glad. In walked a captain along with his crew.
"Listen up all of you," the captain roared after climbing up onto the bar, "my name is Captain Rupert Douglas and you'll all want to be rememb'rin' it, because yer all gettin' a round of drinks on me!"
The whole tavern gave a loud cheer. The bartender busily passed around drinks as fast as he could. Everett watched the captain as his crew dispersed from him and folded into the crowded tavern. Douglas noticed Everett and came and sat by him. The two sat in silence, both drinking to the bottom of their tankards before saying a word to each other.
Douglas motioned the bartender over. "Give me something for a victory."
"So, my old friend," Douglas said, turning to Everett, "we thought you were dead. 'S good t' see yer not. Now, I don't care how ye did it either, for I don't care much for the past. Tryin' t' forget it actually," Douglas smiled as he took a drink of what the bartender had placed before him.
"Ah, well, 's a good way to start, fashioning yerself a new name, Captain Douglas," said our man. "In fact, I've done the same for myself in some situations. If you wish you may call me Captain Charles Everett, seein' as you're tryin' t' forget your past and all."
"That'll work just fine, I believe." Douglas drained the rest of his cup. "So, it's 'Everett' then, is it? I like it."
"So, what's the 'victory' ye be celebratin'?" Charles asked Rupert.
"Oh, nothing, just a small business matter...a little revenge, some treasure I'll be getting..." Douglas trailed off. He had no intention of telling his old friend about his hard work of finding what he had, and absolutely would not tell what it was he was about to do next.
However, as Douglas emptied glass after glass of the sweet liquor which his friend was gladly buying for him, he also emptied the information.
After a couple of hours, Everett left the unconscious Douglas and the tavern with an empty purse, a head full of information, and a quick stride back to his ship. There was much to do, and if he didn't work fast enough, it would be a much harder task which lay ahead of him.
The man who we still only know as Charles Everett, who is indeed a pirate, would spend all night awake as well. The nightlife of his lifestyle had just started heating up for the evening in a tavern near the docks where he sat at the bar. All others in the tavern, including some of Everett's crew, were making merry, downing large amounts of liquor, gambling, surrounding themselves with pleasurable company, exchanging wild stories...
On any other night Everett would undoubtedly be doing the same, in the thick of it all. However, tonight, Everett sat alone at the bar, thinking. Everett had hardly been able to keep his mind focused on what he needed to think about without having his thoughts interrupted by other thoughts of the girl he had just met, the granddaughter of Margret Andrews. But Emma was not a girl. He had heard stories of her as she'd grown up; now she was a lady.
"Stop this nonsense," he told himself, "it's just as Margret says, I am a pirate." It wasn't as if he'd never met a woman before, but he couldn't get her out of his head. She was certainly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, though he'd traveled the world over dozens of times.
"Stop!" he again told himself. But even her voice! The few words she had spoken when they met had echoed throughout his entire frame. The sound of her voice haunted his thoughts and had him entranced. It was absolute nonsense. What was going on with him?
A loud bang of the door finally distracted him from his thoughts, for which he was glad. In walked a captain along with his crew.
"Listen up all of you," the captain roared after climbing up onto the bar, "my name is Captain Rupert Douglas and you'll all want to be rememb'rin' it, because yer all gettin' a round of drinks on me!"
The whole tavern gave a loud cheer. The bartender busily passed around drinks as fast as he could. Everett watched the captain as his crew dispersed from him and folded into the crowded tavern. Douglas noticed Everett and came and sat by him. The two sat in silence, both drinking to the bottom of their tankards before saying a word to each other.
Douglas motioned the bartender over. "Give me something for a victory."
"So, my old friend," Douglas said, turning to Everett, "we thought you were dead. 'S good t' see yer not. Now, I don't care how ye did it either, for I don't care much for the past. Tryin' t' forget it actually," Douglas smiled as he took a drink of what the bartender had placed before him.
"Ah, well, 's a good way to start, fashioning yerself a new name, Captain Douglas," said our man. "In fact, I've done the same for myself in some situations. If you wish you may call me Captain Charles Everett, seein' as you're tryin' t' forget your past and all."
"That'll work just fine, I believe." Douglas drained the rest of his cup. "So, it's 'Everett' then, is it? I like it."
"So, what's the 'victory' ye be celebratin'?" Charles asked Rupert.
"Oh, nothing, just a small business matter...a little revenge, some treasure I'll be getting..." Douglas trailed off. He had no intention of telling his old friend about his hard work of finding what he had, and absolutely would not tell what it was he was about to do next.
However, as Douglas emptied glass after glass of the sweet liquor which his friend was gladly buying for him, he also emptied the information.
After a couple of hours, Everett left the unconscious Douglas and the tavern with an empty purse, a head full of information, and a quick stride back to his ship. There was much to do, and if he didn't work fast enough, it would be a much harder task which lay ahead of him.