If you walk through the streets of Mundi Town in the few hours between the late night and dawn, you may spot a few odd folks making their way to a shabby bar. If you were walking the streets of Mundi Town at those forbidden hours, you were probably numbered among those odd folks.
Rusla began her shift at the Blue Moon bar around two in the morning. Her job was the usual of serving customers and the unusual of dragging out dead or unconscious bodies to be claimed by unhappy wives and family, and this task was performed around eight in the morning. The regulars of Blue Moon were conspiracy theorists, paranoid schizophrenics, thieves, pirates, pedophiles, rapists, sadomasochists, terrorists, etc, etc. They were a lively sort that loudly caroused and pinched bottoms to a bruising excess. For Rusla, the pain in the ass was worth the gossip and terrorist plots. No love for the gov' in this bar.
Rusla had a bit of notoriety herself. Born in a shit village on a nearby island, Rusla gained a nasty reputation there as a small child. Like most small children she had a fondness for toys and a natural creativity. Such things are all fine and good when nurtured by parents and adults. However, little Rusla was born of woman raped by a savage pirate. For this, the little girl was shunned by almost all the locals. T'was very tragic. Her creativity became a rather dark one; her fascinations were on poisons and the many methods of murder. Many later predicted that she would have made a fine marine given proper encouragement and training. Ah well, no use crying over spilled milk. Or spilled seed for that matter.
Having completed her morning tasks of dragging limp bodies out the doors, Rusla made her way back to her shabby little apartment for a nap. Sure, she could afford a better place, but there was a certain amount of charm in the cracked plaster and stains of god-only-knows in the walls. The delicate scurries of roaches across the floor were a relaxing lullaby that lulled her to sleep.
A few miles down the road lay a port with a rather bad reputation, similar to the dark, gang-filled sides of an otherwise pleasant city. Here, the Kid pirates docked and disembarked. They split up on who was to stay and guard the ship. Of course, that duty never fell on Kid or Killer. A few of the pirates found their way to cheap floorshows and brothels, and spent their hard-earned money on lovely hookers who accompanied them throughout their stay. There was going to be a fine party that night.
Captain Kid found himself in boring bar with crappy service filled with men in clean, fine shirts and expensive slacks. Annoyed with the crowd, he looked for an excuse for a fight, and he sure as hell found one. A poor fop sitting in the middle of the room was making quite the ruckus over his recent, "manly" achievement of buying a new slave girl. The fiery-haired captain went ahead and commented on the fop's immorality. This earned the captain a cold stare and a rude, arrogant remark that had something to do with nobility and whatever. Not that Kid paid much attention; the stare was reason enough for him to start a fight.
In the short span of a minute or so, the walls of the bar were given a splattered paint job of blood and the room was given a few new cadavers for decoration. Content with his mischief, Kid walked out of the building to find something else to do. A peculiar looking man with a hunched back and a few missing teeth thanked Kid for ridding him of some pesky rodents and invited him for free drinks at Blue Moon bar. A free beer is always a good deal, and many free beers is a grand deal. Kid accepted and went off to find his crew and the bar.
The Kid pirates entered Blue Moon bar at around midnight. The old man who invited them went ahead and bought a round of drinks.
"You familiar wit them Alba Peaks?" the old man asked the captain.
"I've heard of it."
"In three or fo' islands, the you will be heading straight through it, assuming you're after ta Grand Laahhnn. Better hire a navigator or summin' capable of goin through the place wi'out smashin the ship," the old man continued, "and in addition to the peaks, you got them sea monsters to deal wit. You whippersnappers look strong enough and the beasts will probably be the least of your worries. Unless them beasts punch a hole in yer ship. Gwahahahaha!"
"Do you know of anyone who can navigate the Alba Peaks?"
"Tha lassie over there has gone through Alba so many times, she know it like the back of her hand." The old man beckoned to Rusla who had begun her shift at Blue Moon.
The captain spoke to her, "Well well barmaid, would you like to join my crew?"
She cast him a look. "I'd rather not. But the look on your face says you're not giving an option."
"Heh. Observant. This old man says you can navigate the Alba. True or not, we could make use of a woman on our crew"
The crew cheered, the old man laughed, and barmaid put on a pout.
"Oh well I'm sorry, dear sir. It'd probably be best to snatch up the girls that have been loitering around this place for customers than take me. You see, I'm a bit high maintenance and put up enough fight to make it not worth the effort… or the money."
"Gwahahaha! I'd listen to 'er! She a dangerous dame! Gwahaha! A Danger Dame!" The old man grinned at the situation. "Well, I be getting tired. I'll leave it to ye kids to figure it out!"
And with that, he left.
"You seem useful and will be a part of my crew, like it or not, until we've crossed the Alba. So you can pack up your things and come nicely, or we will take you by force," the captain threatened with a sneer. "You are a local of the area, so if you can't navigate the Alba Peaks, you sure as hell can find someone who can."
Rusla preferred packing her things and walking on her own to being dragged out and man-handled. Her new captain gave her the day she was expected to be on the ship and where the ship was, the whole bit. She continued to serve the pirates as they began their revelries. Some of the men made use of the strippers, others made better use of the prostitutes. The captain enjoyed a good bit of drinking and screwing with a pretty, young girl his crew bought from some poor family along the way. The onlookers smiled, laughed, and tried to take part. The saner of them were successful. The rapists and pedophiles made use of the girl discarded by the captain. The necrophiliacs enjoyed a girl that had the misfortune of pissing off Killer.
All in all, it was a very sinful night. Even "soloist" Rusla couldn't keep from a small make out session with a charming man who was visiting from some far off island.
By around dawn, most of the pirates managed to stumble out and get themselves a room for the night. Rusla and a few other girls had the unfortunate job of cleaning the mess up, which included, but was not limited to, used condoms, broken glass, pasties, thongs, blood, a severed finger, and the usual passed-out or dead bodies.