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Diamond in the rough---.:Chapter 2:.

Ragetti and Pintel parked their miserable excuse for a boat on a side beach, near the far end of the town. Seeing as the 'Dauntless' could still be after them, they decided it wise to lay low and stay out of the way. But hunger drove them to go into the centre of Tortuga, as that was where all the bars and inns were.

"I neva' been ta Tortuga before." Ragetti said as he stared in awe at all the bright lights of the bars and inns.

"Yea. Tortuga is the place for men who wan' nothin' but pleasure." Pintel whispered as looked in the direction of a man being kissed by 3 women with overly large busts.

As the pair continued to walk through the crowds of misfits and scally- wags, Ragetti noticed a small inn, which looked very busy but at the same time, very welcoming.

"How 'bout tha' place? It looks nice." Ragetti gestured towards the inn he had been staring at.

Pintel let out a laugh as he saw the place his friend had been pointing at. "Wha'? The Cutlass inn? I Haven' set foot in tha' place since I was a youngin'."

Pintel and Ragetti walked over to 'The Cutlass Inn', and entered the large vicinity. There was only one word to describe the inn they had just entered: busy. To their right, was an area for dancing, and to their left, was a bar with two ladies working on it.

The pair made haste towards the counter where the two ladies were serving. They pulled over some stools and sat at the bench, waiting to order their drinks.

One of the barmaids came over to them, a tired look on her face, which gave the impression, she had been working all day.

"Hello and welcome to the Cutlass inn." She said in a dead-pan voice without looking at them. "What can I get you?"

"A toddy of rum for me, and me mate will have...Rags, wha' you wan'?" Pintel turned to look at Ragetti, awaiting his answer.

"Er...er, um. Y-yea, um, er..." Ragetti trailed off, an awed look on his face.

This was the first time Pintel had seen Ragetti lost for words. Pintel decided to order for his friend.

"An' he'll have a toddy of rum as well."

"Right then. Two rums coming right up." With that, the barmaid left them to go and make their drinks.

"Rags?" Pintel shook his hand in front of his mates face. "Rags? Are ya still with me? Mate?"

But Ragetti hadn't even noticed Pintel's hand waving frantically in front of his face. He was to busy watching the barmaid that had just served them.

"Ain't she pretty?"

"Who? The barmaid?" Pintel turned to look at the barmaid who was coming over to them with their drinks.

Pintel studied the woman. She had wavy, long brown hair, a few freckles, a slender body and the most hypnotising pair of eyes he had ever seen. They were bottle-green, and had a mysterious look about them.

"Here you go, lads. That'll be two shillings."

Pintel handed over what little money he had to the barmaid. As she walked off to serve another customer, Pintel turned to speak to the statue-like Ragetti.

"She ain't tha' bad, Rags. But I reckon ya could do betta'."

"Don' insul' her! I fink she's pretty, an' tha's tha'." Ragetti's good eye followed the barmaid, a look of desire on his face.

Finishing what was left of his rum, Pintel stood up and heaved a great sigh.

"We oughta' get goin' Rags. We'll have to sleep in our boa'. I have no money left for a nigh' in an inn."

Ragetti, suddenly looking alarmed, said, "Do we have ta? I mean, it's nice in here an' all..." Ragetti trailed off, looking in the barmaid's direction, who was busy making drinks.

"No, Rags. We are gonna go now, an' if ya don' like it, you can sleep on the street." Pintel had noticed Ragetti's longing gaze at the barmaid, and decided that it would be best to keep Ragetti away from girls like that.

The two of them walked through the streets of Tortuga, making their way back to the boat, when Ragetti muttered to Pintel.

"Pints, can ya teach me ta be like ye infront o'...women?"

"Like wha'?" Pintel asked, a smile spreading across his face.

"Like, ya know, like talkin' to 'em an' stuff."

"Well..."

"Come on! You gotta'! You're really good wif women! Please Pints, please?" Ragetti was desperate for Pintel to say 'yes'. He began to tug on Pintel's sleeve.

Pintel puffed out his chest, and looked at his friends' face.

"Only if ya don' pull on me sleeve no more, ok?" He snapped, pushing Ragetti's grasping hands off his sleeve.

Ragetti's face shone. He was going to learn to talk to women! He'd never been good at it. He remembered his futile attempts to order his drink that night. Pintel had been so calm, so casual. He, Ragetti, had been a 'bubblin' mess', like his dad always used to say.

When they reached their boat, Ragetti couldn't go to sleep. Not just because of all the drunken singing and the playful shooting of guns, but he couldn't get that barmaid's face out of his head. 'Tomorrow, he thought, 'Tomorrow I'll talk to her, an' she'll talk ta me, an' we'll jus'...talk.' He smiled as he rested his down on the hard, cold edge of the boat.

Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. He was sure of it.

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