--Hello everyone! Please try not to be so harsh with me and this fic, it's
my first one so please please review and tell me if i need to correct
anything! I'll try to update every day or every few days. Oh, one more
thing, sorry if my English isn't that good, I'm Canadian yes but I've lived
almost all my life in south America... it's really not that bad but with
slight imperfections at some points--
By the way: '........' for thinking
"......." for talking
-Chapter 2-
Sharlene woke up feeling rather uncomfortable and with something smooth and soft below her. She fluttered her eyes open and felt a throbbing pain at her temples because of the sudden strong sunlight.
'Where the hell am I?!' she asked herself 'this possibly can't be the hospital or my house... not even the god damn city I live in!.. or lived in...' she thought as she scanned her surroundings.
It was a beautiful beach, clear blue sky and white sand, she had her back to some kind of a forest she thought.
'Oh no...! this can't be a deserted island right?!' she started to breathe fast.
"Alright, Sharlene, calm down, this is not the way you use to react at an unexpected situation, you'll just have to figure a way out of this beach..." she said outloud to herself
"there has to be a city or a town somewhere around here".
Sharlene walked around the beach for 15 minutes at least, when she found what she was hoping to find, a town.
A rather ugly town it was, dirty streets, full of garbage everywhere, drunken men and women scattered around the floor sleeping or mumbling unhearable things, there was also an interesting amount of pubs and whore houses, apparently those women on the floor were the whores of the town, 'disgusting, just disgusting' she thought.
She wondered around the place for quite a while when she decided it was best to ask where she was so that eventually she could find a way to return home.
So she went inside one of those hideous pubs which was named "The drunken maiden" 'odd name for a pub' she assessed.
It was as grotesque as she though it'd be, there were more men and women thrown on the floor or sitting, drinking more alcohol; the wooden floor was filthy and full of cracks, there were no more than three windows and the chairs and tables were hardly recognised from the depravity of the place.
'How can anyone get a descent drink around here?,...where's the bartender anyway?' she thought as she looked around the pub. 'Oh there you are'.
She came face to face with a woman around her 40' s, she was a plump woman with pink skin, dark blue eyes and brown hair which was put up in a tight bun. She wore a rather nice but dirty plain green dress, it had a full (puffy) bodice and a short cuff sleeve that let her shoulders bare.
"Um..... excuse me madam", the woman looked her up and down with incredible curiosity and asked
"Who are yeh dear?"
'Who am I? why would she want to know that??' "Well, you don't know me actually, you wouldn't know me even if I told you my name which by the way it's Sharlene"
"Sharlene? Do yeh 'ave a surname?" she asked with a teasing smile.
Sharlene laughed a bit at this and said "well yes, Irvine, Sharlene Nicole Irvine"
The woman's face turned from bright to serious, she narrowed her eyes and gave her a careful look. 'what the....' Sharlene began
"Where are yeh from again?" she asked in a more serious tone. 'Alright this is getting weirder every second, who is this woman and why does she want to know these things about me?... maybe she knows me?, nah that's impossible'.
"Well, I actually didn't say anything about where I was from... I'm Canadian and was born in Vancouver, which by the way... where is this place?"
The woman looked slightly shocked by the not so common question and hesitated a bit but then answered.
"Well lass, yeh really 'ave to check yer 'avel guide; yeh can't be 'anging 'round a town which yeh don't know 'bout" she said, moving her head slightly to the direction of the pub's entrance "Tortuga 'tis, very nasty place I may add".
"Yeah I've noticed thanks" Sharlene said with a laugh "but where exactly is Tortuga?"
"In the Caribbean 'course" she said, kinda shocked again. 'This is not happening, this is not happening!'
"Oh i see...that's interesting..."she laughed nervously "and.. er...I've also noticed the strange clothing you people wear here, no offence madam, and I was just wondering... could you care explain to me the reason for this? I mean I never knew people in the 21th century still used to wear clothes from hundreds of years ago" Sharlene said matter of factly.
The woman stared blankly at her, who was this lass? First she doesn't know where the hell she's standing and now she's asking some weird question about what people wear these days!?
"Missy? Yeh don't seem to be speaking with yer full senses, are yeh alright up there if yeh know what I mean?"
Sharlene gave her a puzzled look.
"Thought so... well young missy, 'tis not the 21th century, 'tis the 17th, an' I'm starting to feel worried 'bout yeh, and I will sure kick yeh out of me pub if yeh 'on't stop talking in such an abnormal way!"
Sharlene finished swallowing every bit of information the woman had just said and did a double take 'What?! I'm in the freaking Caribbean?! And in the freaking 17th century?! How on earth did I ever got here in the first place?! Oh man i need help, and fast.
--Alright, hope you're liking it so far, PLEASE REVIEW, so that i can go on with this thing! A sparrow will be coming along soon...--
By the way: '........' for thinking
"......." for talking
-Chapter 2-
Sharlene woke up feeling rather uncomfortable and with something smooth and soft below her. She fluttered her eyes open and felt a throbbing pain at her temples because of the sudden strong sunlight.
'Where the hell am I?!' she asked herself 'this possibly can't be the hospital or my house... not even the god damn city I live in!.. or lived in...' she thought as she scanned her surroundings.
It was a beautiful beach, clear blue sky and white sand, she had her back to some kind of a forest she thought.
'Oh no...! this can't be a deserted island right?!' she started to breathe fast.
"Alright, Sharlene, calm down, this is not the way you use to react at an unexpected situation, you'll just have to figure a way out of this beach..." she said outloud to herself
"there has to be a city or a town somewhere around here".
Sharlene walked around the beach for 15 minutes at least, when she found what she was hoping to find, a town.
A rather ugly town it was, dirty streets, full of garbage everywhere, drunken men and women scattered around the floor sleeping or mumbling unhearable things, there was also an interesting amount of pubs and whore houses, apparently those women on the floor were the whores of the town, 'disgusting, just disgusting' she thought.
She wondered around the place for quite a while when she decided it was best to ask where she was so that eventually she could find a way to return home.
So she went inside one of those hideous pubs which was named "The drunken maiden" 'odd name for a pub' she assessed.
It was as grotesque as she though it'd be, there were more men and women thrown on the floor or sitting, drinking more alcohol; the wooden floor was filthy and full of cracks, there were no more than three windows and the chairs and tables were hardly recognised from the depravity of the place.
'How can anyone get a descent drink around here?,...where's the bartender anyway?' she thought as she looked around the pub. 'Oh there you are'.
She came face to face with a woman around her 40' s, she was a plump woman with pink skin, dark blue eyes and brown hair which was put up in a tight bun. She wore a rather nice but dirty plain green dress, it had a full (puffy) bodice and a short cuff sleeve that let her shoulders bare.
"Um..... excuse me madam", the woman looked her up and down with incredible curiosity and asked
"Who are yeh dear?"
'Who am I? why would she want to know that??' "Well, you don't know me actually, you wouldn't know me even if I told you my name which by the way it's Sharlene"
"Sharlene? Do yeh 'ave a surname?" she asked with a teasing smile.
Sharlene laughed a bit at this and said "well yes, Irvine, Sharlene Nicole Irvine"
The woman's face turned from bright to serious, she narrowed her eyes and gave her a careful look. 'what the....' Sharlene began
"Where are yeh from again?" she asked in a more serious tone. 'Alright this is getting weirder every second, who is this woman and why does she want to know these things about me?... maybe she knows me?, nah that's impossible'.
"Well, I actually didn't say anything about where I was from... I'm Canadian and was born in Vancouver, which by the way... where is this place?"
The woman looked slightly shocked by the not so common question and hesitated a bit but then answered.
"Well lass, yeh really 'ave to check yer 'avel guide; yeh can't be 'anging 'round a town which yeh don't know 'bout" she said, moving her head slightly to the direction of the pub's entrance "Tortuga 'tis, very nasty place I may add".
"Yeah I've noticed thanks" Sharlene said with a laugh "but where exactly is Tortuga?"
"In the Caribbean 'course" she said, kinda shocked again. 'This is not happening, this is not happening!'
"Oh i see...that's interesting..."she laughed nervously "and.. er...I've also noticed the strange clothing you people wear here, no offence madam, and I was just wondering... could you care explain to me the reason for this? I mean I never knew people in the 21th century still used to wear clothes from hundreds of years ago" Sharlene said matter of factly.
The woman stared blankly at her, who was this lass? First she doesn't know where the hell she's standing and now she's asking some weird question about what people wear these days!?
"Missy? Yeh don't seem to be speaking with yer full senses, are yeh alright up there if yeh know what I mean?"
Sharlene gave her a puzzled look.
"Thought so... well young missy, 'tis not the 21th century, 'tis the 17th, an' I'm starting to feel worried 'bout yeh, and I will sure kick yeh out of me pub if yeh 'on't stop talking in such an abnormal way!"
Sharlene finished swallowing every bit of information the woman had just said and did a double take 'What?! I'm in the freaking Caribbean?! And in the freaking 17th century?! How on earth did I ever got here in the first place?! Oh man i need help, and fast.
--Alright, hope you're liking it so far, PLEASE REVIEW, so that i can go on with this thing! A sparrow will be coming along soon...--