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Chapter 2 Tortuga By ~queenofdespair216
Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots.( However Kira Ryan and the general plot is my own.
Kira awoke abruptly to find herself on a beautiful white beach with clear blue waters and tall tropical palm trees. She got up swiftly and quickly brushed the sand out of her clothes and hair. She gasped as she finally saw what she was wearing. She was dressed in a skimpy red dress, which was rather tight around her chest restricting her breathing considerably. (A/N think of what Elizabeth was wearing in the movie) She tried as hard as she could to try and get to the laces that held, what looked to be corset, so tightly to her to her, but alas she couldn't get the laces to budge. She finally gave up with an exasperated sigh; she sat down in a huff and focused her mind on her surroundings. She looked to the right and left and all she saw was the immense miles of beach. How the hell did I end up on a deserted island in the middle of the tropics? And how the hell did I get into this thing. She thought looking dejectedly at the hot dreaded dress. She hadn't let her mind wander very far, when a growl form her stomach reminded her that she needed to go find some food.
She strolled slowly down the beach, baking from the hit rays of the Caribbean. And then she looked out to see and saw a large ship. It had three masts and a black flag waving from the top of the largest. It was an old wooden pirate ship. What is this a reenactment of the 1700's or what? She thought to herself. There are no pirates in the 21-century. She followed as it sailed closer and closer towards the island. She ran forward after it as it flowed into a small inlet. She ran around the bend and saw no small inlet, but a huge cove that held a huge beautiful city.
She followed the shoreline into the city. Where as on first glance she had thought the city pretty, on further examination she soon realized it was disgusting. Dirty men were passed out all over the streets; garbage and waste were just dumped on the ground. There were women wearing close to nothing and way to much make up flirting with the drunken men and a few leading them a way. Prostitutes great. I don't know why I even thought this place was beautiful, she told herself. I need to find some place to make some cash or I won't have anyplace to sleep or anything to eat. So she stepped into a small tavern, The Black Raven. How original, she thought.
She headed straight for to the bar, where many men sat drowning themselves in rum, gin, beer, and any other alcoholic beverage known to the time. As she shuffled through the crowded room she was surprised to seem the same reoccurring theme. They were all dressed in clothes that she had never seen before. Their behavior was disgusting and there words harsh and crude. Men started to rake their eyes consciously over her body, as she passed them like she was a piece of Aztec gold, just waiting to be taken. A particularly gruesome man grabbed her arm and held tight. "Where are you going sweet stuff? Don't you want to stay have a little fun?" "Oh go fuck a tree, you dirty scallywag," she said roughly spitting into the man's face. And with a swift kick to the groin brought him to his knees. She glared hard at down at him and then towards rest of the men in the crowd. Her honey brown eyes had turned into pointed daggers hot from the heat of her ragging temper, barring in to their hearts. The men quickly returned their eyes towards, how shall I put it, the more willing ladies scattered around the small place.
She finally reached the bar, where she was met by a seemly harsh girl, she looked no older then herself, yet her worn face and blistered hands made her look even older. "Wot'd ya be wantin?" she said in a think Irish accent. "I'm looking for a job and a place to stay, I've got experience and I be willing to work any hours you like." " Sounds like yer be kinda desperate there lass" " Yeah. I kind of am." " Well, today's yor lucky day then, we just lost anuvver ter the bleedin' 'oore 'ouse, sposedly the pay's better there. Though I wouldn't know, right, I ain't no 'oore. Yer'll be paid 2 Gold Pieces evry 2 weeks, not countin' any tips yer'll be receivin'. Yer can live wiv the rest of the bar maids, right up the stairs and to the left in the lodgin' area. Only 2 rules no men allowed up there and no illegal 'appenings gahn on. Don't need them bloody soldiers comin' 'round 'ere." "When do start?" "Right now, go take care of them gentlemen over there and then yer can wash the floors. By the way I'm Mary Conlon, most blokes just call me Conlon though." "Kira Ryan, call me Kira." "Well Kira, right, I don't fink I've seen yer 'ere before" "No, I just arrived here I guess you could say." "Well lass welcome ter Tortuga.."
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Chapter 2 Tortuga By ~queenofdespair216
Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots.( However Kira Ryan and the general plot is my own.
Kira awoke abruptly to find herself on a beautiful white beach with clear blue waters and tall tropical palm trees. She got up swiftly and quickly brushed the sand out of her clothes and hair. She gasped as she finally saw what she was wearing. She was dressed in a skimpy red dress, which was rather tight around her chest restricting her breathing considerably. (A/N think of what Elizabeth was wearing in the movie) She tried as hard as she could to try and get to the laces that held, what looked to be corset, so tightly to her to her, but alas she couldn't get the laces to budge. She finally gave up with an exasperated sigh; she sat down in a huff and focused her mind on her surroundings. She looked to the right and left and all she saw was the immense miles of beach. How the hell did I end up on a deserted island in the middle of the tropics? And how the hell did I get into this thing. She thought looking dejectedly at the hot dreaded dress. She hadn't let her mind wander very far, when a growl form her stomach reminded her that she needed to go find some food.
She strolled slowly down the beach, baking from the hit rays of the Caribbean. And then she looked out to see and saw a large ship. It had three masts and a black flag waving from the top of the largest. It was an old wooden pirate ship. What is this a reenactment of the 1700's or what? She thought to herself. There are no pirates in the 21-century. She followed as it sailed closer and closer towards the island. She ran forward after it as it flowed into a small inlet. She ran around the bend and saw no small inlet, but a huge cove that held a huge beautiful city.
She followed the shoreline into the city. Where as on first glance she had thought the city pretty, on further examination she soon realized it was disgusting. Dirty men were passed out all over the streets; garbage and waste were just dumped on the ground. There were women wearing close to nothing and way to much make up flirting with the drunken men and a few leading them a way. Prostitutes great. I don't know why I even thought this place was beautiful, she told herself. I need to find some place to make some cash or I won't have anyplace to sleep or anything to eat. So she stepped into a small tavern, The Black Raven. How original, she thought.
She headed straight for to the bar, where many men sat drowning themselves in rum, gin, beer, and any other alcoholic beverage known to the time. As she shuffled through the crowded room she was surprised to seem the same reoccurring theme. They were all dressed in clothes that she had never seen before. Their behavior was disgusting and there words harsh and crude. Men started to rake their eyes consciously over her body, as she passed them like she was a piece of Aztec gold, just waiting to be taken. A particularly gruesome man grabbed her arm and held tight. "Where are you going sweet stuff? Don't you want to stay have a little fun?" "Oh go fuck a tree, you dirty scallywag," she said roughly spitting into the man's face. And with a swift kick to the groin brought him to his knees. She glared hard at down at him and then towards rest of the men in the crowd. Her honey brown eyes had turned into pointed daggers hot from the heat of her ragging temper, barring in to their hearts. The men quickly returned their eyes towards, how shall I put it, the more willing ladies scattered around the small place.
She finally reached the bar, where she was met by a seemly harsh girl, she looked no older then herself, yet her worn face and blistered hands made her look even older. "Wot'd ya be wantin?" she said in a think Irish accent. "I'm looking for a job and a place to stay, I've got experience and I be willing to work any hours you like." " Sounds like yer be kinda desperate there lass" " Yeah. I kind of am." " Well, today's yor lucky day then, we just lost anuvver ter the bleedin' 'oore 'ouse, sposedly the pay's better there. Though I wouldn't know, right, I ain't no 'oore. Yer'll be paid 2 Gold Pieces evry 2 weeks, not countin' any tips yer'll be receivin'. Yer can live wiv the rest of the bar maids, right up the stairs and to the left in the lodgin' area. Only 2 rules no men allowed up there and no illegal 'appenings gahn on. Don't need them bloody soldiers comin' 'round 'ere." "When do start?" "Right now, go take care of them gentlemen over there and then yer can wash the floors. By the way I'm Mary Conlon, most blokes just call me Conlon though." "Kira Ryan, call me Kira." "Well Kira, right, I don't fink I've seen yer 'ere before" "No, I just arrived here I guess you could say." "Well lass welcome ter Tortuga.."
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