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I sat at the bar of the pub I sleep at, sipping my bottle of wine. I love watching all of the men that come in here. Some are traders, with their quick voices and their stolen goods they sell. Some are old men, looking around for a girl to flirt with. But the best are pirates.
I have a real thing with pirates. I don't know why. They just seem so… I don't know. I was in luck that day night though. A pirate had bought his crew into the bar, and they where all laughing and getting stone drunk.
"Charlotte!" I turned to face my landlord, the man who owns the pub.
"Can you do me a favor, darlin'? I'm wiped out. Could you work the bar for a few hours?"
I sighed. "Mr Tinch, I'm exhausted. Can't – "
"I'll give you free breakfast for a week, and halve your rent for a month. I'm desperate, Char."
That was all he had to say. I grinned and jumped up.
"Thanks Charlotte. Tell everyone to get out at one, no matter how busy you are. Ok?"
"Of course, Mr Tinch." I said, making my way over to the bar. He gave me an awkward, one armed hug and muttered, "Thanks." And hurried off to his bedroom.
I served a few drunken men, and then my eyes lit up as I watched two of the pirates march over to the bar.
They both sat down and started to chat. I slid over and pulled out two glasses. "Would you like a drink?" I asked, cocking my head.
One of them smirked at me. He had a red bandana on and his hair was all in dreadlocks. He looked vaguely familiar…
"You're the one 'o works at the brothel around the corner, aren't ya?" He slurred, leaning closer to me.
I have a real thing about men who sees me at a brothel and assumes that I'm a whore. I scowled at him. "I work as the receptionist, thank you very much – "
He laughed. "Don't get all defensive on me, love. I know wha' ya do there." The other intervened. He was a stoat, stocky man with a white beard, speckled with grey. "Come on Jack, we've got business to do. We'll 'ave two rums, thanks." He said. I turned on my heel and filled up the two glasses. I don't know what made me do it. Honestly I don't. But it had been a long day, and now I was working here… the dreadlocked pirate was the last straw. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Then I drew in my breath and spat into one of the glasses.
I turned back and smiled at the two. I handed them both their drinks, being careful to give the dreadlock his right glass.
The door to the pub swung open and hit the window next to it, causing a crash and tinkering to braking glass. I looked up, horrified. Someone had broken the window! Oh no, Mr Tinch was going to kill me…
Then I realised who the man was who entered. "Shit…" I whispered to myself, sinking as low as my legs would allow behind the bar.
He saw me anyway. Mr Johnston staggered over to the bar and leant across it, his eyes rolling around in his head.
" 'Ello, Char-Char." He slurred at me, grabbing me by the neckline of my dress and pulling so my face was about half an inch from his.
"Mr Johnston." I squirmed, trying to escape his grip. He pulled me closer, so our noses touched.
"I'm sick of all of the whores." He slurred loudly. "You're the only one in tha' place that's left. Do ya have a room 'ere?"
"I'm not a prostitute, Mr Johnston." I snapped. I know what I said earlier, about people can make up there own minds, but this was just wrong.
"Every woman's a whore." He growled, attempting to pull me over the bar.
The dreadlocked man leant over to us. "I don't think she wants to, mate." He said to Mr Johnston. I gave another vicious tug at my dress, causing it to rip at the sleeve. "Who cares if she wants ta?" He cried, tugging on me again. I did the only thing I could think of: I slapped him across the face as hard as I could.
He let go, more out of surprise then anything else. I took my chance. I jumped the bar and took off into the night. I passed men and women in a blur, I had never ran so fast. I was so sick of this. This was the ninth time someone had attempted to rape me while I was here. I wanted to get out of Tortuga. But I couldn't go back home. I couldn't go anywhere…
I stopped in surprise as I found myself on the docks. I glanced around at all of the ships. On a sudden impulse, I walked over to the closest one and climbed slowly on board. Two men where there with rum bottles in their hands. They where sitting with their backs to me. I quietly walked down a small flight of stairs, and opened the first door I could see. It was obviously a storage room. Barrels of food, swords and gun powder where all stacked in there. I couldn't believe what I was doing. But I sat down on the floor, carefully closing the door behind me. I ate a bit of the heavily salted meat that was in one of the crates, curled up and fell into a deep sleep.
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