1Here is chapter three...which is actually Chapter two...Mysterious.
I kicked the barrel that I was sitting on in a rhythmic beat. Lifting the bottle next to me, I took one more swig of whatever it was I was drinking. I felt a buzz at the back of my spine and knew it was time to call it quits.
I was sitting on a barrel full of rum, (a dangerous place for someone in Tortuga who doesn't know how to fight) leaning up against a brick wall out side a pub.
Spread out in front of me was the ideal look of Tortuga. Drunks attempting to become drunker, Tramps looking for business, Men drinking but not drunk playing cards.
There were only about three or four days left until the Black Pearl made port in Tortuga. Even though Giselle had no idea what I was doing, it seemed she was trying as hard as possible to make my last few days a living Hell.
That night she had let eight drunks into the house, six of them men.
I was able to get Lindsey and Edward in the back room before the Chaos broke lose, but then I went back out to defend my territory. Drunks didn't scare me.
The men had absolutely destroyed our already worthless table by breaking off a leg. One of them was about to hit another man with the leg, but I pulled it from his ham sized fist.
Finally I located Giselle. She was in a corner serving rum.
"What the heck is this!!!" I yelled at her, "Some kind of work party?!" For once my words weren't full or sarcasm, they rung true.
Giselle wasn't drunk, but she still gave me a stupid grin, and said nothing.
"Of course it isn't!" I heard myself yell, choking back tears, "If it was, you'd be in the back with one of them." I jutted my finger at the mob of drunken men.
With that I threw down the wooden leg and stormed to the back room, where I found Lindsey curled up, asleep in Edwards lap. Edward was doodling on the wall with a piece of coal.
The sight of them, together, so helpless, made me want to cry again, but I refused, Pirates don't cry, and I am a pirate.
After making sure that Edward and Lindsey were safely tucked away in the back, I made my way to the outdoor pub, where I stole a drink from a drunk, who hadn't even opened the bottle yet.
Now, over an hour later, I was still siting there. Just thinking of the immature way Giselle acted, let alone endangered her children, made me want to scream.
In stead I took out my fury on an unconscious man, a few feet away.
Taking aim, I launched the half full bottle at him, hitting him squarely in the side of the head.
The bottle didn't break, but the force caused the poor man to fall in to another man, who pushed the first man back, causing him to fall once again in to yet another man. The all Hell broke loose. People were fighting all over. I sat in awe as I watched the fight grow larger and larger. I had been in fights before,even started them, but never had I started one this big.
Once a man came at me, but I simply kicked him in the gut before he could hit me. That's what I love about fights... I always have the upper hand with drunks.
There is the second chapter which was actually the third chapter. I you liked it...Review!