Chapter Six: Drink your Sorrows
Two Days Later
Cordelia's morale got steadily worse every hour closer the Black Pearl got to Tortuga. She kept to her cabin and avoided Jack at all costs. She knew it wasn't his fault she had run away and chosen this ship but she had to blame someone and she couldn't blame herself. She had had to leave; her life could have been at stake. She also hated Jack for flirting with her constantly and not respecting her. If she had shown interest then it would have been okay, but she had been trying so hard not to and still he kept at it. Pirates stole money and killed people, they were not handsome and charming and slightly considerate. Her last hope was that they would dock in Africa at some halfway decent settlement and she could get off before anything else went wrong.
Upon arrival in Tortuga the crew left the ship almost immediately leaving Cordelia alone with her sorrows. She wouldn't leave the ship for all the gunshots and yelling she heard. She found some rum in the galley while she was cleaning and though she knew it was a vile drink she also knew it would help her forget. That was all she wanted, to forget. To forget the ship, the town, the pirates, and Jack. She really wanted to forget Jack. She drank slowly at first, crying a little. Soon there were two empty bottles, then three, then four. Silent tears poured down her cheeks. She felt the urge to wretch and did so in a spare bucket. It was disgusting. How pirates could drink this stuff was beyond her. She haphazardly made her way in the direction of her cabin. Her hand hit a doorknob; she stumbled around in the dark before she tripped over the bed and curled up in the blankets, blacking out.
