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Chapter 5

Anamaria and weird clothes

Willy went to the door and stuck his hand through the crack he made to receive his clothes, but Anamaria would have none of it.

"What's wrong with ye, Captain? You've never been timid before." She shoved her way into the room, which caused Willy to flee to behind the bed.

Anamaria walked over to him. "Can you leave the clothes there please?" Willy did not want her to came any closer, he was just getting over his Chiraptophobia, or touchaphobia depending on what mood seizes you.

"What's the matter Captain, are ye ill?" Willy was thinking of every was possible to get rid of her. How did this 'Captain' behave anyway? He had women in his room often? The thought scared Willy half to death.

"Yeah, can you leave the clothes there, on the desk?" He was still crouching behind the bed, looking at the woman with fearful eyes.

"I'm staying in here until you tell me what's the matter with ye." "I'm fine, kay? Now, leave the clothes, and leave." "You have never wanted me to leave before." She got this strange look in her eyes and came closer, Willy gave out a little shriek. Did she eat some chocolate?

Willy had no idea what to do, he had never been in this situation before. Well, there was Mrs Beaugerard, but there were other people around then.

Well, he was the Captain wasn't he? He tried to make his voice deep and powerful, "Get out woman, or I'll make ye walk the plank." He smiled at his endeavor, but unfortunately so did Anamaria.

"Come now Captain, how are ye going to make your best sailor walk the plank?" Willy was sweating now, and he realized he was going to have to take another bath. This angered him.

"I insist that you leave this cabin immediately." She looked somewhat taken aback and deposited the clothes on the desk as he asked. He gave a sigh of relief as she closed the door behind her.

He got up and went to inspect the bath water, "Ew." The water was black with dirt. He thought better of it and went to put on the clothes that woman brought him.

The shirt was indeed purple, but it only buttoned halfway and Willy felt completely and utterly exposed. He searched around the room for something to hold the top of the shirt together.

He came across a broach in a drawer and wondered what a Captain would be doing with that. He shrugged, and although it wasn't his famous 'W', it served its purpose quite well.

Willy gathered the material around his neck and pinned it together. He felt much better. He then went to the trousers, which were black, but fit quite nicely. He put on the shoes that were also brought to him, but noticed the lack of a hat.

Willy had not felt so short since his childhood and felt he was in dire need of a tall hat. He hated going out there to face that woman, she was weird after all. But he had no choice, he could not feel short.

Willy took a deep breath, and walked to the door. He opened it, and the bright Tortuga sun welcomed him. He released his breath and took a step outside.