--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 5-
A year had passed and Sharlene's life was getting a bit exasperating, she was dead tired about having to repeatedly slap, punch, throw off, be annoyingly (to herself) nice to every single asshole she met at the pub and she hadn't even looked at herself in the mirror once since the day she had arrived at Tortuga. Why did everyone kept calling her lass, woman, even pet! She just couldn't understand it, she was 16 years old for Christ's sake! Was everyone so desperate to get laid that they even had to flirt with a girl at least 10 years younger than them?! And there was this last thing that always tormented her; whenever she said her full name or at least her surname, everyone would just stare wide eyed, mouth opened, gawking at her. It was so irritating when you got that all the time, it seemed everyone knew her name by now... it was so odd...
"Lene for god's sake come down 'ere this instant!" Beth screamed at the top of her lungs, over the crowded noise from the pub "'tis getting too 'amn crowded 'ver 'ere!" "Coming, Beth! Just give me a minute would you?!" Sharlene yelled from the top of the stairs, she was now used to be called Lene, it was a lovely short name for Sharlene of course. She bounced down the stairs two steps at a time and ended hard on the floor, she then went straight to serve the men and women already grumbling about the inefficiency of the place. 'Damn you people' Sharlene thought bitterly 'hope you choke on your drinks and have a shameful death' she was actually surprised she could curse someone so elegantly, and laughed slightly. "So", she cut one off "what would you care to drink man?" He eyed her up and down and a smug smirk appeared on his scummy face
"I 'ont think I would be wanting to drink 'nything" his smirk grew and Sharlene gulped "I would rather make yeh mine 'or the night" "Oh, I'm incredibly sorry sir but that's not among the options from this pub, I'm truly sorry" she said in a mock apologetic way.
"Well I 'ppose yeh wouldn't mind to sta't yer other job 'rlier 'onight righ'?" he said with lust filled eyes.
"What other job are you talking about?!" she knew where this was leading to.
"Yeh know, lass, the one yeh use ta... le' me see...entice yer male pray and lead 'im into a staggering luscious night" he said moving his arms in a mock Shakespeare way.
Sharlene was fuming inside, 'how could this windbag, gorked, rotten moron disregard me in such a way!! How could he think i was some filthy whore!?'
"Excuse me sir", she said in her most calm and dangerous voice she was famous for "i am not a fucking whore, so the next time you insinuate that I'm one of those loathsome women I'll break your neck" -the man gulped- "is that clear enough?"
"Aye miss, me apologies, me apologies" the man said in a terrified voice "Good" she let out a harsh breath "now tell me what you would be wanting to drink or clear out". The man stuttered a bit more and managed to ask for a drink which was unsurprisingly rum.
When Sharlene had finished serving the still remaining men, she plopped onto the nearest chair, got a glass of whatever she had in hand and gulped it all. She was in her fifth glass of liquid when she started to feel quite dizzy. She tried to stand up but failed in action, so she started singing any song that would just pop out in her head. She wasn't a bad singer, not bad at all, in fact, the room fell silent when she started to sing more loudly. She was a beautiful singer.
A man who was sitting at one of the tables stud up and walked straight up to Beth and started talking to her. Beth instantly replied with a loud What?! But the man hushed her so that they could talk in a more private place.
Beth led him towards the kitchen at the back, and a few minutes later they both came back, the man smiling triumphantly.
He sat down and Beth took Sharlene upstairs receiving a few No 'oman! 'ring 'er back! And Why 're yeh 'aking the entertainment 'rom us huh?! But Beth ignored them and kept walking.
When they both reached the room, Beth was exhausted from all the dragging she had done and collapsed on the bed with Sharlene beside her.
Seconds later she regained her composture and started slapping and moving Sharlene's body backwards and forwards harshly so that she would come out of that drunkenness she had. It was all impossible. So she went towards the little sink, got a glass filled with water and splashed it hard on Sharlene's face who suddenly jerked up breathing hard
"What the hell was that for?!" she demanded
"'rst, i just 'ate ta see yeh in that state, second..." -she sighed- "a man came up ta me while yeh were vocalising- Sharlene gave her a confused look- aye 'arling yeh were; 'nyway, he asked if yeh could work 'or 'im at night 'stead of working 'ere- "What kind of work exactly?" Sharlene asked with slight anger on her voice "you're nor expecting me to work as a whore for one of those whore houses i presume?" she said calmly but steadily.
"'course not lass! I mean if yeh want ta then 'tis al'ight with me"- Sharlene gave her a grim look- "but the job 'es's offering 'tis not 'bout that" -Sharlene looked at her expectantly "'tis 'bout singing in 'is pub at night".
--Is it actually longer than the last one? I would really appreciate if you reviewed me every once in a while.. seems like i'm writting to no one haha... would you please please please review??--
By the way: '........' for thinking
"......." for talking
-Chapter 5-
A year had passed and Sharlene's life was getting a bit exasperating, she was dead tired about having to repeatedly slap, punch, throw off, be annoyingly (to herself) nice to every single asshole she met at the pub and she hadn't even looked at herself in the mirror once since the day she had arrived at Tortuga. Why did everyone kept calling her lass, woman, even pet! She just couldn't understand it, she was 16 years old for Christ's sake! Was everyone so desperate to get laid that they even had to flirt with a girl at least 10 years younger than them?! And there was this last thing that always tormented her; whenever she said her full name or at least her surname, everyone would just stare wide eyed, mouth opened, gawking at her. It was so irritating when you got that all the time, it seemed everyone knew her name by now... it was so odd...
"Lene for god's sake come down 'ere this instant!" Beth screamed at the top of her lungs, over the crowded noise from the pub "'tis getting too 'amn crowded 'ver 'ere!" "Coming, Beth! Just give me a minute would you?!" Sharlene yelled from the top of the stairs, she was now used to be called Lene, it was a lovely short name for Sharlene of course. She bounced down the stairs two steps at a time and ended hard on the floor, she then went straight to serve the men and women already grumbling about the inefficiency of the place. 'Damn you people' Sharlene thought bitterly 'hope you choke on your drinks and have a shameful death' she was actually surprised she could curse someone so elegantly, and laughed slightly. "So", she cut one off "what would you care to drink man?" He eyed her up and down and a smug smirk appeared on his scummy face
"I 'ont think I would be wanting to drink 'nything" his smirk grew and Sharlene gulped "I would rather make yeh mine 'or the night" "Oh, I'm incredibly sorry sir but that's not among the options from this pub, I'm truly sorry" she said in a mock apologetic way.
"Well I 'ppose yeh wouldn't mind to sta't yer other job 'rlier 'onight righ'?" he said with lust filled eyes.
"What other job are you talking about?!" she knew where this was leading to.
"Yeh know, lass, the one yeh use ta... le' me see...entice yer male pray and lead 'im into a staggering luscious night" he said moving his arms in a mock Shakespeare way.
Sharlene was fuming inside, 'how could this windbag, gorked, rotten moron disregard me in such a way!! How could he think i was some filthy whore!?'
"Excuse me sir", she said in her most calm and dangerous voice she was famous for "i am not a fucking whore, so the next time you insinuate that I'm one of those loathsome women I'll break your neck" -the man gulped- "is that clear enough?"
"Aye miss, me apologies, me apologies" the man said in a terrified voice "Good" she let out a harsh breath "now tell me what you would be wanting to drink or clear out". The man stuttered a bit more and managed to ask for a drink which was unsurprisingly rum.
When Sharlene had finished serving the still remaining men, she plopped onto the nearest chair, got a glass of whatever she had in hand and gulped it all. She was in her fifth glass of liquid when she started to feel quite dizzy. She tried to stand up but failed in action, so she started singing any song that would just pop out in her head. She wasn't a bad singer, not bad at all, in fact, the room fell silent when she started to sing more loudly. She was a beautiful singer.
A man who was sitting at one of the tables stud up and walked straight up to Beth and started talking to her. Beth instantly replied with a loud What?! But the man hushed her so that they could talk in a more private place.
Beth led him towards the kitchen at the back, and a few minutes later they both came back, the man smiling triumphantly.
He sat down and Beth took Sharlene upstairs receiving a few No 'oman! 'ring 'er back! And Why 're yeh 'aking the entertainment 'rom us huh?! But Beth ignored them and kept walking.
When they both reached the room, Beth was exhausted from all the dragging she had done and collapsed on the bed with Sharlene beside her.
Seconds later she regained her composture and started slapping and moving Sharlene's body backwards and forwards harshly so that she would come out of that drunkenness she had. It was all impossible. So she went towards the little sink, got a glass filled with water and splashed it hard on Sharlene's face who suddenly jerked up breathing hard
"What the hell was that for?!" she demanded
"'rst, i just 'ate ta see yeh in that state, second..." -she sighed- "a man came up ta me while yeh were vocalising- Sharlene gave her a confused look- aye 'arling yeh were; 'nyway, he asked if yeh could work 'or 'im at night 'stead of working 'ere- "What kind of work exactly?" Sharlene asked with slight anger on her voice "you're nor expecting me to work as a whore for one of those whore houses i presume?" she said calmly but steadily.
"'course not lass! I mean if yeh want ta then 'tis al'ight with me"- Sharlene gave her a grim look- "but the job 'es's offering 'tis not 'bout that" -Sharlene looked at her expectantly "'tis 'bout singing in 'is pub at night".
--Is it actually longer than the last one? I would really appreciate if you reviewed me every once in a while.. seems like i'm writting to no one haha... would you please please please review??--