--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 3-
Sharlene thank the woman, who told her that if she needed any help she would surely be there, and went outside the pub. She was desperate, trying to keep her cool but failing miserably. She was pacing around the whole town, thinking hard, trying to reach a solution for this problem. Then it hit her, the woman had offered her some help if she needed it, that was it, she could ask the woman for a job at her pub, she knew it was revolting and disgusting to even stand there but it was all she had in this town. She had checked the other pubs and concluded that "The drunken maiden" was the most bearable of them all.
She turned around and went straight for the pub. It was already near midday and most of the people there were slowly starting to revive; it seemed that the men had not had enough pleasure the night before as they kept winking and catcalling at her every time she passed by. She was indeed repulsed when one of them grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, he smelled of alcohol and sweat and was unmistakably drunk to Sharlene's relief; so she hit him hard in the groin, pulled off him as hard as she could (which made the man fall right on his rare end, clinging his pained member) and sprinted towards the now familiar pub.
Once inside the pub she let out a heavy sigh; she felt somehow safe inside this place already, maybe because she thought that nothing bad would ever happen to her here (as she was getting closer to the owner of the pub) or maybe because this was the only place where she was now getting used to be in. Time would decide over that she thought.
The bartender, who's name she now knew was Beth Saledeway, accepted her with open arms and with a warm, welcoming smile on her pink face.
'This is going to be quite an adventure for me, maybe I'll get to like it eventually' she though as Beth instructed her on what she was supposed to be doing, which was serving the people at the tables.
Then she led her to her room which was right upstairs. Sharlene opened the door and stepped inside, it was not like her old room back in Vancouver but she was okay with it. It had one window, opposite to the door, a bed, a dresser and a little sink in the corner of the room, from the door you could see right outside the window and the dresser was next to the bed. It was warm and cosy so she felt good from the minute she sat on the bed to examine the room a bit more. 'Not bad' she said to herself 'not bad at all' and inwardly smiled.
She then realised she had nothing appropriate to wear (appropriate as in appropriate for the era she was now stuck in), so unconsciously she went and looked inside her closet to surprisingly find five or more dresses just waiting to be worn. She picked one which was a pale blue colour, it wasn't so modest, low cut so her shoulders were bare, simple, but beautiful to her eyes non the less.
She finished dressing up and was soon called downstairs for lunch, she went right down towards Beth who was already cooking something in the little kitchen they had at the back of the room. They ate quickly and in silence, Beth had loads of work to do and people to attend, just another normal, frustrating day for her, but Sharlene already felt extremely anxious to start.
She left the kitchen and went straight to work, Beth had told her to get rid of those filthy men who were sleeping all around the place and if they had consumed any alcohol that they pay for it.
She had trouble getting them all up, screaming whatever things came into her mind, threatening them to cut their "little friends" off if they wouldn't do what she yelled. Sharlene was getting frustrated and losing her patience fast (unlike herself). "Come on you dirty scallywags, don't make me get rid of your most precious body organ, i know it sounds vile and beastly but i swear to god if you don't get your filthy asses away from this pub right now I'll sure do it." she said as calmly and dangerously as she could "and if anyone gets out without paying for their drinks, I'll make sure they don't see daylight again". It actually had quite a good effect on those poor men who paid and moved as fast as they could from the pub and mostly from the terrifying woman.
--REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!, will Sharlene be the dread of Tortuga? Will she soften a bit thanks to the man of her dreams? Find out! Next chapters coming soon!--
By the way: '........' for thinking
"......." for talking
-Chapter 3-
Sharlene thank the woman, who told her that if she needed any help she would surely be there, and went outside the pub. She was desperate, trying to keep her cool but failing miserably. She was pacing around the whole town, thinking hard, trying to reach a solution for this problem. Then it hit her, the woman had offered her some help if she needed it, that was it, she could ask the woman for a job at her pub, she knew it was revolting and disgusting to even stand there but it was all she had in this town. She had checked the other pubs and concluded that "The drunken maiden" was the most bearable of them all.
She turned around and went straight for the pub. It was already near midday and most of the people there were slowly starting to revive; it seemed that the men had not had enough pleasure the night before as they kept winking and catcalling at her every time she passed by. She was indeed repulsed when one of them grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, he smelled of alcohol and sweat and was unmistakably drunk to Sharlene's relief; so she hit him hard in the groin, pulled off him as hard as she could (which made the man fall right on his rare end, clinging his pained member) and sprinted towards the now familiar pub.
Once inside the pub she let out a heavy sigh; she felt somehow safe inside this place already, maybe because she thought that nothing bad would ever happen to her here (as she was getting closer to the owner of the pub) or maybe because this was the only place where she was now getting used to be in. Time would decide over that she thought.
The bartender, who's name she now knew was Beth Saledeway, accepted her with open arms and with a warm, welcoming smile on her pink face.
'This is going to be quite an adventure for me, maybe I'll get to like it eventually' she though as Beth instructed her on what she was supposed to be doing, which was serving the people at the tables.
Then she led her to her room which was right upstairs. Sharlene opened the door and stepped inside, it was not like her old room back in Vancouver but she was okay with it. It had one window, opposite to the door, a bed, a dresser and a little sink in the corner of the room, from the door you could see right outside the window and the dresser was next to the bed. It was warm and cosy so she felt good from the minute she sat on the bed to examine the room a bit more. 'Not bad' she said to herself 'not bad at all' and inwardly smiled.
She then realised she had nothing appropriate to wear (appropriate as in appropriate for the era she was now stuck in), so unconsciously she went and looked inside her closet to surprisingly find five or more dresses just waiting to be worn. She picked one which was a pale blue colour, it wasn't so modest, low cut so her shoulders were bare, simple, but beautiful to her eyes non the less.
She finished dressing up and was soon called downstairs for lunch, she went right down towards Beth who was already cooking something in the little kitchen they had at the back of the room. They ate quickly and in silence, Beth had loads of work to do and people to attend, just another normal, frustrating day for her, but Sharlene already felt extremely anxious to start.
She left the kitchen and went straight to work, Beth had told her to get rid of those filthy men who were sleeping all around the place and if they had consumed any alcohol that they pay for it.
She had trouble getting them all up, screaming whatever things came into her mind, threatening them to cut their "little friends" off if they wouldn't do what she yelled. Sharlene was getting frustrated and losing her patience fast (unlike herself). "Come on you dirty scallywags, don't make me get rid of your most precious body organ, i know it sounds vile and beastly but i swear to god if you don't get your filthy asses away from this pub right now I'll sure do it." she said as calmly and dangerously as she could "and if anyone gets out without paying for their drinks, I'll make sure they don't see daylight again". It actually had quite a good effect on those poor men who paid and moved as fast as they could from the pub and mostly from the terrifying woman.
--REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!, will Sharlene be the dread of Tortuga? Will she soften a bit thanks to the man of her dreams? Find out! Next chapters coming soon!--