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There she stood on her balcony. She looked out to the small crowded city below her. To her left she saw a drunken man stumbling towards the Ivory Pub. To her right, she saw more drunks, wenches and several pirates. This was a scene that she saw everyday. It didn't even amaze her anymore. She remembered when she first came here. When she stepped off the boat, she saw something that she wasn't familiar with. A rowdy city. Here she was, a well-off girl from England. That is until her father lost all their money.

This riches-to-rags girl's name was Ava Benford. As she stood on her balcony, her childhood slowly passed her mind. She remembered leaving the only home she ever knew: Windsor. She remembered all the stories her father used to tell her whenever he came back from his voyages. He had been a man from the navy. A Commodore, in fact. She remembered playing coppers and robbers with her next door neighbor who was about the same age as her. His name was Andrew. They were close friends. It was a horrible moment for Ava when she had to tell him that she won't see him anymore. Both of them cried secretly.

Ava sighed and went back inside her house. She glanced at the old clock hanging on her crumbling wall. 7:25pm, it read. It was time for her to prepare for work at the Ivory Pub. Though she had been living in the Caribbean for about 11 years but she still couldn't get used to it. She didn't like the griminess about her. She felt like a shame to the rest of her family. Her aunts and uncles were still living in England in their beautiful manors while she was living in a decaying building working as a waitress in a pub. The thought of her working at a job so beneath her made her cringe.

Ava went to her room and sat by her vanity looking at her face. It was somewhat clean. There was some dirt on her face from cleaning all day. The only thing that shone above all else were her eyes. They were a nice green brown-ish color. There were slight hints of blue.

Ava picked up her old brush and brushed her hair. She twisted it up and pinned it as tight as she could so nothing could get in her way. However, several strands of hair managed to fall onto her face.

Her next stop was her wardrobe. She had 2 types of clothing: Home-wear and Pub-wear. Her home clothes were modest and comfortable. Her pub outfits were more revealing. It brought more business if all the women there wore something that showed more cleavage. Ava didn't like it, but it was the only way to earn money. She could've chosen other jobs, but all the managers were men and wanted her for her body. She chose the waitressing position because her manager was a female and at least she could talk to her when she was worried.

Ava chose a forest green dress with white lace on the neckline, cuffs and the hem of her dress. It wasn't her favorite outfit, but she had nothing left to wear.

It was now 7:40. Ava walked back to her vanity to grab some jewelry but decided against it. It was a Friday and Fridays at the Ivory Pub were especially chaotic. She grabbed the little pouch that was on her bed and tied it around her waist. That was were she'd keep her tips. She made she the knot was on her belly so she would know if anyone would want to untie it.

Ava sighed again and was out the door.