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Diamond in the Rough Chapter .:3:.
It was early dawn when Ragetti awoke from the little sleep he'd had. As he fully woke, he began to remember last nights excitement. Turning to Pintel, he shook him gently.
"Pints, wake up mate! Wake up! Ye promised me them lessons, remember? Oh, Get up, Pints. Get up!"
Pintel slowly woke up, his memory of lasts nights promise stirred in his head. He groaned as he pushed himself up.
"Ye do remember the promise ye gave me, righ'? The promise about' them lessons on girls, righ'?" Ragetti whimpered, staring at the slightly annoyed Pintel.
"O' course I remember it, ya buffoon! Bu' firs' I needs some breakfast. How much money ya got, Rags?"
Ragetti turned out his pockets. A few shillings fell out, along with some string and his little hip-flask.
"Righ' then. Off ta breakfast." Pintel turned to see Ragetti's eager face. "An' then will do them lessons, so stop frettin'!"
As the pair walked into the town square, they were surprised by the fact that everyone else was already awake and was starting the days work. Surely all these people couldn't be those hopeless drunks they saw last night?
Pintel and Ragetti walked into the local bakers, Pintel in the lead, as usual, with Ragetti dawdling behind as he took in the sites of Tortuga by day. It looked a lot more pleasant in the sunshine.
"Good mornin' sir. Can I get you anything on this fine day?" The merry baker inquired.
Pintel looked at all the delicious pastries and sweets. "Jus' two plain rolls, mate."
The baker smiled and gave the two rolls to them. Pintel handed him the last of their money.
"Anything else, sir?"
"Them tarts look nice..." Ragetti muttered, licking his lips. Pintel elbowed him in the ribs.
"Rags, we can' afford it." He whispered. The baker heard Pintel say this, and pitied them greatly.
"Here." The baker handed them two of the tarts Ragetti had been pointing to. "Don't worry, sir. It's on me."
"We don' need no charity!" Pintel stormed out of the bakery, muttering about how people can be so rude.
Ragetti looked longingly at the tarts, and then at Pintel's figure, which was disappearing into the crowd.
"Look, take them anyway. I'm sure your friend would like it all the same, charity or not." The baker handed Ragetti the tarts, which he took gratefully.
"Thanks!" Ragetti yelled out to the baker as he ran, trying to catch up with Pintel.
"Pintel, I got us them tarts! We can have them for later!" Ragetti said breathlessly once he had caught up to Pintel.
"Who does he think he is? Givin' us stuff like we're poor of something'!" Pintel stormed, walking at a rather fast pace.
"Bu' still, we got some tarts. An' the rolls ye bought. Tha's gotta be good." Ragetti replied, handing Pintel his roll.
"Yeah, I suppose." Pintel said as he sat down on a seat out front the butchers.
The pair ate in silence as they watched the townsfolk bustling around them.
When Ragetti finished his roll, he stared at Pintel, awaiting his lesson.
Pintel saw his mate staring at him, so he scoffed his roll down quickly, then turned to face Ragetti.
"So, ya wanna learn abouts how ta talk ta women."
Ragetti nodded profusely, his fake eye swivelling around in its' socket.
"Well the firs' thin' ya gotta learn is ta be manly, like me. Act tough." Pintel puffed his chest out, showing how 'manly' he was.
"Second thin' is tha' ye gotta be smooth, real casual, like ye don' have a care in tha world." Pintel looked up to see Ragetti itching his fake eye again.
"An' thirdly, don' itch ye eye! Ye'll have 'em runnin' away from ye if ye fiddle with the blasted thin'!" Yelled Pintel.
Ragetti stopped itching his eye immediately.
"So be tough, act smooth an' don' itch eye. Righ'. Got it." Ragetti said as he counted the rules off on his fingers.
"Bu' the most important' one of all is ta give 'em compliments. Lots an' lots of compliments. They love it when ya say how pretty they are." Pondered Pintel, seeing if there was anything else Ragetti needed to know.
"Tha's ...four thin's then; tough, smooth, no eye itchin' an' compliments. Lots an' lots of compliments." Ragetti smiled, proud and excited that he would soon be able to approach the barmaid with confidence.
"So, where do ya wanna try out ya knew skills, Rags?" Pintel inquired, watching three ladies walk past.
"I was kinda hopin' ta go back ta the Cutlass Inn an' talk ta the barmaid 'n' all..." He muttered sheepishly, turning red in the process.
Pintel frowned. "Bu' you can do so much betta than a barmaid, Rags. Why not one o' them girls, huh?" Pintel pointed to the three girls who had walked past, who were now chatting to one another in front of the dress shop.
"I like tha' barmaid. She was pretty. Real pretty." Ragetti's good eye glazed over as he thought about that barmaid from last night.
"Well..." Pintel could see the desperation on his friends face. "If ya like the girl tha' much, I suppose we can go back there, yeah."
Ragetti hugged Pintel, only to find himself on the ground, as Pintel had pushed him off.
"Don' do tha', ya fool! Ya makin' us look like a pair o' pansies!"
Later that day, after much practising of 'acting tough' and debating over how to get more money, Pintel decided it best to scrounge for money in the streets. Although Pintel did find six shillings, Ragetti made about ten shillings just by singing a song to the passers-by.
"They only gave ya the money outta pity." Pintel said jealously, watching Ragetti count out his coins. "Yeah, bu' at leas' we have enough ta get us through a few more days, righ'? I mean, pu' it all together an' ye got...sixteen shillin's! Tha' ain' bad, ye know."
"I know tha'!" Pintel blurted out angrily. "I ain' tha' thick!"
After a few moments of silence, Ragetti asked if they could go to the 'Cutlass Inn' .
"Ye can't stop thinkin' 'bout her, can ya?' Pintel said as they got up to start walking to the 'Cutlass Inn'.
"Na. I can't forget her." Ragetti blushed.
When they entered the inn, they found it to be not as busy as last night. Probably because they were a little earlier tonight.
Pintel and Ragetti sat over at the bar, Pintel going over what Ragetti should say.
"Now remember the four rules." Pintel whispered.
"Be tough, be smooth, don't itch eye an'..." Ragetti trailed off, forgetting the fourth rule.
"Give her compliments! Tha's the most important' one o' all!" Pintel whispered hurriedly.
"Look! She's coming over now! You order the drinks, go on!" Pintel sat up, smiling at the barmaid.
"Hello and welcome to the 'Cutlass Inn'." She sounded a lot more cheerier than she had last night. "What can I get you two?" Obviously, she hadn't remembered them. Pintel gave Ragetti an encouraging nudge.
"I'll h-have a ...a t-toddy of rum please. An' me mate will have one t-too. He stuttered, nervous at the sight of her.
"Two rums' comin' right up!" She said, smiling.
Ragetti smiled as he saw her walk off, relieved that he had spoken to her.
"Wha' was with the stutterin'? Ye're a man, not a mouse!" Pintel kicked Ragetti's leg, annoyed that he hadn't acted tough.
"When she comes back, give her a complimen'. Say she looks nice, or somethin'." Pintel whispered to his friend.
"Here you go, boys! That'll be two shillings, please."
Pintel stared at Ragetti, who was temporarily frozen, unable to speak. Pintel thought quickly. It was time to take matters into his own hands.
"There ye are, poppet." Pintel handed her the money, then pointed to Ragetti. "Ye know, my friend here was just sayin' how pretty ye are."
The barmaid looked up, and, with a sarcastic look, put her face right up close to Pintel's and said: "That has got to be the worst pick up line in history."
Ragetti burst into fits of laughter at the now scarlet Pintel.
After telling Ragetti he wouldn't help him with the barmaid unless he stopped laughing (Ragetti stopped abruptly), he turned towards the barmaid, who had come back to them to see if they wanted anything else.
"I wasn't talkin' about me," He said through gritted teeth. "I was serious about' me friend." He pointed once more to Ragetti; glad to see she had taken him seriously this time.
The barmaid took in Ragetti's lanky figure, his dirty blond hair and his sheepish smile. What she found most strange about this man was his eyes, or lack of one. He seemed to have a wooden eyeball, which swivelled grotesquely in its socket.
"Is everything alright over here, Diamond?" The other barmaid had come over now, wanting to see what was holding her friend up.
"Actually, this man here apparently thinks I'm beautiful." The barmaid nodded in Ragetti's direction.
The other barmaid laughed loudly. Ragetti, who was already embarrassed enough as it is, tried his best to change the subject.
"So, is y-your name D-Diamond?"
"And if it was, what would you do with my name?" The barmaid asked him, her face had become serious again.
"Oh give him a break, Diamond!" The other barmaid gave her a nudge on the arm. "Her name is actually Marie, but we call her Diamond-Marie or just Diamond. My name's Julie Hopkins and we run the bar here." Julie's eyes went from Ragetti to Pintel. She gazed oddly at them for a few moments, gave them a smile, then went back to serving drinks, singing a song to herself as she did.
"Julie!" Diamond-Marie answered in a low hiss. "Don't leave me with these two!" Julie gave Diamond-Marie an encouraging wink then went on serving drinks. "Julie!" Diamond-Marie sighed angrily, then turned to see Ragetti staring at her, apparently transfixed. "Look, I'm really flattered, but I'm not interested, ok?"
Ragetti's heart sank. "You...don't like me?" He muttered.
"Well, for a start, I don't even know you, so I can't hate or like you."
"Wha' if you did get ta know me? Would you like me then?"
Diamond-Marie pondered this for a while before answering.
"And how would I get to know you?"
"Y-you could um, maybe we, er..." Ragetti looked to Pintel for help. Pintel pointed to the dance floor, hoping his friend would get the drift. "Maybe we could...d-dance?" He added, feeling a little more confident now he'd asked her.
Diamond-Marie let out a low laugh. "I can't leave the bar unattended."
"It won't be" Julie had come over from the other side of the bar. "You go and have a dance with this guy while I look after the bar. Go on!" She pushed Ragetti and Diamond-Marie together and then went back to serving people on the bar.
"Don' forge' the compliments!" Pintel whispered as Ragetti walked onto the dance floor with Diamond-Marie.
Ragetti's hands were sweating. He couldn't dance. He was going to make a big fool of himself.
"You don't know how to dance, do you?" Diamond-Marie said after a few minutes of dancing.
Ragetti shook his head. He couldn't look at her. This was a nightmare.
"I'll teach you then. You put your hand in my hand," Ragetti put his sweaty palm in hers, surprised at how soft her hands were. "Now I put my hand on your shoulder, and you put your other hand on my hip. Ragetti giggled nervously. He had his hand on her hip, that's gotta be a start, he thought.
A few moments of silent dancing went by, when Diamond-Marie spoke up.
"You didn't tell me your name before."
"R-Ragetti. Me friend's name is Pintel." He mumbled. Remembering Pintel's advice, he puffed out his chest to make himself look manly, and then said in his most confident voice: "You look real nice. I like your dress."
"Thanks. Yellow's my favourite colour."
"It's me favourite colour too, Miss Marie!" Ragetti said, pleased that he had something in common with her.
Diamond-Marie smiled. "Please. Call me Diamond." She studied his face when her eyes landed on his wooden eye.
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you lose your eye?"
Ragetti blushed and touched his fake eyeball. "Well, it all started when Pintel and I joined up for the crew of the..." Ragetti never finished his sentence because at that precise moment, a large group of Naval Officers had entered the now full yet silent Inn.
Ragetti squealed and hid behind Diamond, who looked surprised to see Ragetti behind her, cowering like a puppy.
"What's the matter? Their just officers."
Ragetti didn't answer, but the terror on his face showed he didn't want to be there.
Diamond walked over to the eight officers, and asked them if they would like a drink.
"No thanks, love. We're on duty. Say, you haven't seen two pirates around here, have you?" One of the officers inquired, looking around the bar.
"Is that pirate as in 'pirate' or as in 'pyrite'?" Julie had come over, intrigued by the conversation.
"Er...Pirate as in Law-breaking pirate." The officer pulled a piece of parchment out from under his coat. He read out loud what was on the paper. "Wanted: Two pirates whom of which are the last remaining plunderers of the infamous ship; 'The Black Pearl'."
Diamond and Julie let out a gasp. They had heard of the 'Black Pearl.' It was said that it was the last real pirate ship in the Spanish main. The Port Royal navy had caught all the crew about a month ago. They were all summoned to be hung in Port Royal.
The Officer went on. "One of the misfits is believed to have a fake eye. Do not come into contact with these men. They are armed and possibly dangerous."
Diamond let out another gasp. The two pirates they were searching for were Ragetti and Pintel! She turned to see the pair hiding behind the bar, a look of terror on each one's face.
Thinking quickly, she turned to Julie and whispered: "Get Ragetti and Pintel upstairs, now!"
"You mean the one that likes you and his pal?" Julie whispered back.
"Yes. Go quietly, I'll distract the officers." Diamond turned to the officers; all of them were now drunk.
"So, boys. I can't see any pirates here, so why don't you all just leave?" She pointed to the door, hoping they would go without a fuss.
Another officer (a drunk one) answered her. "Why would we-hic!-want to leave this place?-hic!"
"Because you're all quite drunk and are disturbing my customers. Now please, make for the door or I will have to force you to leave." Diamond stared at the officers, expecting them to go.
"Oh come on darling! I just -hic!- want a bit of fun with -hic!- you!" The officer closest to her replied, putting his hand on Diamond's hip.
"Right. That's it!" Diamond came out from behind the bar and decked the officer who touched her. When the other officers stood up (most of whom were laughing at their friend because he had been bashed up by a girl), Diamond kicked the closest one in the groin to show she wasn't kidding.
"GET OUT!" She screamed. The officers were literally thrown out of the bar, each landing on the cold, dirty ground.
Diamond slammed the door to the bar shut and hen threw her apron to a man who was playing cards.
"Joseph, hold down the fort for a while. I need to have a little chat with a so called friend of mine."
"Sure thing Marie. Er...will I be tellin' yer father about tonight's mishaps or will you?" Joseph asked in his strong Irish accent.
"You tell him. I'm not in the mood to argue with him this evening. I'll be upstairs if you need me." Diamond replied as she climbed the stairs.
As Diamond stormed up the rackety wooden staircase, she thought about Ragetti and Pintel. You just wait boys, she thought. You are in big trouble.
Diamond in the Rough Chapter .:3:.
It was early dawn when Ragetti awoke from the little sleep he'd had. As he fully woke, he began to remember last nights excitement. Turning to Pintel, he shook him gently.
"Pints, wake up mate! Wake up! Ye promised me them lessons, remember? Oh, Get up, Pints. Get up!"
Pintel slowly woke up, his memory of lasts nights promise stirred in his head. He groaned as he pushed himself up.
"Ye do remember the promise ye gave me, righ'? The promise about' them lessons on girls, righ'?" Ragetti whimpered, staring at the slightly annoyed Pintel.
"O' course I remember it, ya buffoon! Bu' firs' I needs some breakfast. How much money ya got, Rags?"
Ragetti turned out his pockets. A few shillings fell out, along with some string and his little hip-flask.
"Righ' then. Off ta breakfast." Pintel turned to see Ragetti's eager face. "An' then will do them lessons, so stop frettin'!"
As the pair walked into the town square, they were surprised by the fact that everyone else was already awake and was starting the days work. Surely all these people couldn't be those hopeless drunks they saw last night?
Pintel and Ragetti walked into the local bakers, Pintel in the lead, as usual, with Ragetti dawdling behind as he took in the sites of Tortuga by day. It looked a lot more pleasant in the sunshine.
"Good mornin' sir. Can I get you anything on this fine day?" The merry baker inquired.
Pintel looked at all the delicious pastries and sweets. "Jus' two plain rolls, mate."
The baker smiled and gave the two rolls to them. Pintel handed him the last of their money.
"Anything else, sir?"
"Them tarts look nice..." Ragetti muttered, licking his lips. Pintel elbowed him in the ribs.
"Rags, we can' afford it." He whispered. The baker heard Pintel say this, and pitied them greatly.
"Here." The baker handed them two of the tarts Ragetti had been pointing to. "Don't worry, sir. It's on me."
"We don' need no charity!" Pintel stormed out of the bakery, muttering about how people can be so rude.
Ragetti looked longingly at the tarts, and then at Pintel's figure, which was disappearing into the crowd.
"Look, take them anyway. I'm sure your friend would like it all the same, charity or not." The baker handed Ragetti the tarts, which he took gratefully.
"Thanks!" Ragetti yelled out to the baker as he ran, trying to catch up with Pintel.
"Pintel, I got us them tarts! We can have them for later!" Ragetti said breathlessly once he had caught up to Pintel.
"Who does he think he is? Givin' us stuff like we're poor of something'!" Pintel stormed, walking at a rather fast pace.
"Bu' still, we got some tarts. An' the rolls ye bought. Tha's gotta be good." Ragetti replied, handing Pintel his roll.
"Yeah, I suppose." Pintel said as he sat down on a seat out front the butchers.
The pair ate in silence as they watched the townsfolk bustling around them.
When Ragetti finished his roll, he stared at Pintel, awaiting his lesson.
Pintel saw his mate staring at him, so he scoffed his roll down quickly, then turned to face Ragetti.
"So, ya wanna learn abouts how ta talk ta women."
Ragetti nodded profusely, his fake eye swivelling around in its' socket.
"Well the firs' thin' ya gotta learn is ta be manly, like me. Act tough." Pintel puffed his chest out, showing how 'manly' he was.
"Second thin' is tha' ye gotta be smooth, real casual, like ye don' have a care in tha world." Pintel looked up to see Ragetti itching his fake eye again.
"An' thirdly, don' itch ye eye! Ye'll have 'em runnin' away from ye if ye fiddle with the blasted thin'!" Yelled Pintel.
Ragetti stopped itching his eye immediately.
"So be tough, act smooth an' don' itch eye. Righ'. Got it." Ragetti said as he counted the rules off on his fingers.
"Bu' the most important' one of all is ta give 'em compliments. Lots an' lots of compliments. They love it when ya say how pretty they are." Pondered Pintel, seeing if there was anything else Ragetti needed to know.
"Tha's ...four thin's then; tough, smooth, no eye itchin' an' compliments. Lots an' lots of compliments." Ragetti smiled, proud and excited that he would soon be able to approach the barmaid with confidence.
"So, where do ya wanna try out ya knew skills, Rags?" Pintel inquired, watching three ladies walk past.
"I was kinda hopin' ta go back ta the Cutlass Inn an' talk ta the barmaid 'n' all..." He muttered sheepishly, turning red in the process.
Pintel frowned. "Bu' you can do so much betta than a barmaid, Rags. Why not one o' them girls, huh?" Pintel pointed to the three girls who had walked past, who were now chatting to one another in front of the dress shop.
"I like tha' barmaid. She was pretty. Real pretty." Ragetti's good eye glazed over as he thought about that barmaid from last night.
"Well..." Pintel could see the desperation on his friends face. "If ya like the girl tha' much, I suppose we can go back there, yeah."
Ragetti hugged Pintel, only to find himself on the ground, as Pintel had pushed him off.
"Don' do tha', ya fool! Ya makin' us look like a pair o' pansies!"
Later that day, after much practising of 'acting tough' and debating over how to get more money, Pintel decided it best to scrounge for money in the streets. Although Pintel did find six shillings, Ragetti made about ten shillings just by singing a song to the passers-by.
"They only gave ya the money outta pity." Pintel said jealously, watching Ragetti count out his coins. "Yeah, bu' at leas' we have enough ta get us through a few more days, righ'? I mean, pu' it all together an' ye got...sixteen shillin's! Tha' ain' bad, ye know."
"I know tha'!" Pintel blurted out angrily. "I ain' tha' thick!"
After a few moments of silence, Ragetti asked if they could go to the 'Cutlass Inn' .
"Ye can't stop thinkin' 'bout her, can ya?' Pintel said as they got up to start walking to the 'Cutlass Inn'.
"Na. I can't forget her." Ragetti blushed.
When they entered the inn, they found it to be not as busy as last night. Probably because they were a little earlier tonight.
Pintel and Ragetti sat over at the bar, Pintel going over what Ragetti should say.
"Now remember the four rules." Pintel whispered.
"Be tough, be smooth, don't itch eye an'..." Ragetti trailed off, forgetting the fourth rule.
"Give her compliments! Tha's the most important' one o' all!" Pintel whispered hurriedly.
"Look! She's coming over now! You order the drinks, go on!" Pintel sat up, smiling at the barmaid.
"Hello and welcome to the 'Cutlass Inn'." She sounded a lot more cheerier than she had last night. "What can I get you two?" Obviously, she hadn't remembered them. Pintel gave Ragetti an encouraging nudge.
"I'll h-have a ...a t-toddy of rum please. An' me mate will have one t-too. He stuttered, nervous at the sight of her.
"Two rums' comin' right up!" She said, smiling.
Ragetti smiled as he saw her walk off, relieved that he had spoken to her.
"Wha' was with the stutterin'? Ye're a man, not a mouse!" Pintel kicked Ragetti's leg, annoyed that he hadn't acted tough.
"When she comes back, give her a complimen'. Say she looks nice, or somethin'." Pintel whispered to his friend.
"Here you go, boys! That'll be two shillings, please."
Pintel stared at Ragetti, who was temporarily frozen, unable to speak. Pintel thought quickly. It was time to take matters into his own hands.
"There ye are, poppet." Pintel handed her the money, then pointed to Ragetti. "Ye know, my friend here was just sayin' how pretty ye are."
The barmaid looked up, and, with a sarcastic look, put her face right up close to Pintel's and said: "That has got to be the worst pick up line in history."
Ragetti burst into fits of laughter at the now scarlet Pintel.
After telling Ragetti he wouldn't help him with the barmaid unless he stopped laughing (Ragetti stopped abruptly), he turned towards the barmaid, who had come back to them to see if they wanted anything else.
"I wasn't talkin' about me," He said through gritted teeth. "I was serious about' me friend." He pointed once more to Ragetti; glad to see she had taken him seriously this time.
The barmaid took in Ragetti's lanky figure, his dirty blond hair and his sheepish smile. What she found most strange about this man was his eyes, or lack of one. He seemed to have a wooden eyeball, which swivelled grotesquely in its socket.
"Is everything alright over here, Diamond?" The other barmaid had come over now, wanting to see what was holding her friend up.
"Actually, this man here apparently thinks I'm beautiful." The barmaid nodded in Ragetti's direction.
The other barmaid laughed loudly. Ragetti, who was already embarrassed enough as it is, tried his best to change the subject.
"So, is y-your name D-Diamond?"
"And if it was, what would you do with my name?" The barmaid asked him, her face had become serious again.
"Oh give him a break, Diamond!" The other barmaid gave her a nudge on the arm. "Her name is actually Marie, but we call her Diamond-Marie or just Diamond. My name's Julie Hopkins and we run the bar here." Julie's eyes went from Ragetti to Pintel. She gazed oddly at them for a few moments, gave them a smile, then went back to serving drinks, singing a song to herself as she did.
"Julie!" Diamond-Marie answered in a low hiss. "Don't leave me with these two!" Julie gave Diamond-Marie an encouraging wink then went on serving drinks. "Julie!" Diamond-Marie sighed angrily, then turned to see Ragetti staring at her, apparently transfixed. "Look, I'm really flattered, but I'm not interested, ok?"
Ragetti's heart sank. "You...don't like me?" He muttered.
"Well, for a start, I don't even know you, so I can't hate or like you."
"Wha' if you did get ta know me? Would you like me then?"
Diamond-Marie pondered this for a while before answering.
"And how would I get to know you?"
"Y-you could um, maybe we, er..." Ragetti looked to Pintel for help. Pintel pointed to the dance floor, hoping his friend would get the drift. "Maybe we could...d-dance?" He added, feeling a little more confident now he'd asked her.
Diamond-Marie let out a low laugh. "I can't leave the bar unattended."
"It won't be" Julie had come over from the other side of the bar. "You go and have a dance with this guy while I look after the bar. Go on!" She pushed Ragetti and Diamond-Marie together and then went back to serving people on the bar.
"Don' forge' the compliments!" Pintel whispered as Ragetti walked onto the dance floor with Diamond-Marie.
Ragetti's hands were sweating. He couldn't dance. He was going to make a big fool of himself.
"You don't know how to dance, do you?" Diamond-Marie said after a few minutes of dancing.
Ragetti shook his head. He couldn't look at her. This was a nightmare.
"I'll teach you then. You put your hand in my hand," Ragetti put his sweaty palm in hers, surprised at how soft her hands were. "Now I put my hand on your shoulder, and you put your other hand on my hip. Ragetti giggled nervously. He had his hand on her hip, that's gotta be a start, he thought.
A few moments of silent dancing went by, when Diamond-Marie spoke up.
"You didn't tell me your name before."
"R-Ragetti. Me friend's name is Pintel." He mumbled. Remembering Pintel's advice, he puffed out his chest to make himself look manly, and then said in his most confident voice: "You look real nice. I like your dress."
"Thanks. Yellow's my favourite colour."
"It's me favourite colour too, Miss Marie!" Ragetti said, pleased that he had something in common with her.
Diamond-Marie smiled. "Please. Call me Diamond." She studied his face when her eyes landed on his wooden eye.
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you lose your eye?"
Ragetti blushed and touched his fake eyeball. "Well, it all started when Pintel and I joined up for the crew of the..." Ragetti never finished his sentence because at that precise moment, a large group of Naval Officers had entered the now full yet silent Inn.
Ragetti squealed and hid behind Diamond, who looked surprised to see Ragetti behind her, cowering like a puppy.
"What's the matter? Their just officers."
Ragetti didn't answer, but the terror on his face showed he didn't want to be there.
Diamond walked over to the eight officers, and asked them if they would like a drink.
"No thanks, love. We're on duty. Say, you haven't seen two pirates around here, have you?" One of the officers inquired, looking around the bar.
"Is that pirate as in 'pirate' or as in 'pyrite'?" Julie had come over, intrigued by the conversation.
"Er...Pirate as in Law-breaking pirate." The officer pulled a piece of parchment out from under his coat. He read out loud what was on the paper. "Wanted: Two pirates whom of which are the last remaining plunderers of the infamous ship; 'The Black Pearl'."
Diamond and Julie let out a gasp. They had heard of the 'Black Pearl.' It was said that it was the last real pirate ship in the Spanish main. The Port Royal navy had caught all the crew about a month ago. They were all summoned to be hung in Port Royal.
The Officer went on. "One of the misfits is believed to have a fake eye. Do not come into contact with these men. They are armed and possibly dangerous."
Diamond let out another gasp. The two pirates they were searching for were Ragetti and Pintel! She turned to see the pair hiding behind the bar, a look of terror on each one's face.
Thinking quickly, she turned to Julie and whispered: "Get Ragetti and Pintel upstairs, now!"
"You mean the one that likes you and his pal?" Julie whispered back.
"Yes. Go quietly, I'll distract the officers." Diamond turned to the officers; all of them were now drunk.
"So, boys. I can't see any pirates here, so why don't you all just leave?" She pointed to the door, hoping they would go without a fuss.
Another officer (a drunk one) answered her. "Why would we-hic!-want to leave this place?-hic!"
"Because you're all quite drunk and are disturbing my customers. Now please, make for the door or I will have to force you to leave." Diamond stared at the officers, expecting them to go.
"Oh come on darling! I just -hic!- want a bit of fun with -hic!- you!" The officer closest to her replied, putting his hand on Diamond's hip.
"Right. That's it!" Diamond came out from behind the bar and decked the officer who touched her. When the other officers stood up (most of whom were laughing at their friend because he had been bashed up by a girl), Diamond kicked the closest one in the groin to show she wasn't kidding.
"GET OUT!" She screamed. The officers were literally thrown out of the bar, each landing on the cold, dirty ground.
Diamond slammed the door to the bar shut and hen threw her apron to a man who was playing cards.
"Joseph, hold down the fort for a while. I need to have a little chat with a so called friend of mine."
"Sure thing Marie. Er...will I be tellin' yer father about tonight's mishaps or will you?" Joseph asked in his strong Irish accent.
"You tell him. I'm not in the mood to argue with him this evening. I'll be upstairs if you need me." Diamond replied as she climbed the stairs.
As Diamond stormed up the rackety wooden staircase, she thought about Ragetti and Pintel. You just wait boys, she thought. You are in big trouble.