A/N- So! Here's the next chapter! Oh and obviously I'm not an amazingly rich movie producer which means no I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean!
Two man went flying out the window, one was almost completely drunken and the other was attempting to pound in the other mans head in mid jump. The landing on the ground in a ruff mess but continued to fight, rolling through the streets as they did.
A woman came running out of the bar they had been in, her skirt held in her hands and a broad smile on her face. "Oh, now don' be fighten' lads!" She said, though obviously enjoying the entertainment.
As this was going on a pirate who had just made port walked past, chuckling to himself as he stopped to watch the brawl for a moment. After he had seen enough he turned and went into the bar. There were even more brawls taking place in the bar, along with drunken men leaning close into young woman, hoping to have a little fun. The woman on the other hand only wanting money so they could pay for another day's meal.
Once he'd reached the counter he slammed his fist down on the counter getting the attention of a bartender, me. I turned around, a bar rag held in my hand and a mug held in the other. "Rum" was all he said staring hard at me at if it was of the utmost urgency.
"Sure thing" I said rolling my eyes before turning back around to face the spout. I pulled the lever and the rum slowly began to drip down into the cup. I sighed before letting go of the lever, and then gave the machine a hard hit on the side. I pulled the lever again and the rum began to come out properly. I turned back around and handed the mug to him.
"Much obliged," He said reaching over the counter and ripping the rum from my hands. He turned and swiftly walked away, most likely to find himself a woman of pleasurable company.
This was how much the once amazing Tortuga had changed, and was also how much I had changed. My hopes of becoming a polite housewife who took good care of her husband now shattered. I was a barmaid, and I had been one for the past nine years. I had to work hard to make ends meat, and I had to learn how to avoid the animals that were men.
In fact even my appearance had changed. My once radiant blond hair was now mousy and short, only reaching an inch below my chin. My skin was no longer pail and smooth, it was ruff and tanned, and I was no longer plump and polite looking, I was skinny and rough. Nothing, and I mean nothing was the same.
I took the bar rag once again and began mopping down the counter.
Ten years had passed since that fateful day. Many other things had happened, and easily been forgotten, but that day was still bright in my mind. The same anger, and the same suddenness burnt in my heart, though it had been dulled over the years.
"all right Cliff'm done!" I yelled, popping my head into his back office. Cliff was a rather old man. His hair was white and he was balding. He had a bushy mustache and always had chewed tobacco.
Cliff looked up at me from his papers, "right," he said dully before looking back down at his papers. I walked all the way into the office and stood there for a moment, but he didn't seem to notice me. I cleared my throat and he looked up at me again. "Sir, my pay, if ya will" I said holding out my hand. He let out a low groan and opened one of the desk drawers. He fiddled with something inside and then pulled out ten gold pieces. I smiled as he placed them in my hand before waving me away.
I dropped the money into my pocket and stepped out onto the ugly streets that were Tortuga. Most would say that its not safe for a woman to walk the streets on her own, but I could protect myself, I had been doing so for ten years.
My feet moved slowly but purposefully as I walked. I didn't even have to think as I walked, I knew the path only to well. I could block out the sounds and sights that I passed.
The doorknob to my house felt cold underneath my hands as I twisted it and pushed the door open. I still lived in the same old house that I had when I was fifteen. I still slept in the same bed; I sat on the same couch. I hardly ever went into my parent's room though; it was just sitting there gaining dust.
I was glad that my parents weren't here anymore. I wouldn't want them to see me living like this.
I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a tin box from underneath a loose floorboard in the corner. I lifted the lid and looked inside. Inside the box was most of my money that I hid away, knowing that someone might break into my house and steal it.
I dropped in the added ten shillings and closed the lid before tucking it back underneath the floor.
I yawned walking over to the table and sat down before leaning my head against the splintering wood. I began thinking about the past and the things that I had done that I wish I could do over, and before I new it I was asleep, still sitting at the kitchen table.
A/N- okay! So there's the second chapter. I know, I know! You didnt really get much out of it but...okay so I dont have a resonable excuse, but at least its something to read. In the NEXT chapter things will really start to pick up so that should make up for it! Send my comments!