Antonio's Pov
I was starting to feel a buzz from the rich Italian wine. The young barmaid that was serving us, trembled in fear at the blood that was on myself, and most of my men. I signaled for another refill, planning to leave after a few more rounds to restock my tomato suply. I lifted my glass to my mouth, not realizing that she had just begun to pour my drink. In her fear, she accidently pours my refill onto my bloody coat, making the blood run afresh. She screams in horror, and drops the decanter. Shattering it, and spillinng the rest of the wine onto the floor. At the sound, my mens' good moods vanish. Replaced with a feral ferocity as they see me covered in wine, blood, and broken glass. Suprise in my eyes, terror in hers.
"You'd do well to make it up to the captain, wench!" A member of my crew calls mencaingly.
"Yeah, make him forget that you let that good wine go to waste." Another calls laughing. I stand, and remove my coat. Not in a deliberate manner, for that would show that I'm pissed(which I'm not. Infect, my fun is only just beginning.) I drape my wine-soaked coat over my arm and sigh in exhasperation at the situation. I open my eyes, only to have the poor girl flung into my arms. The men laugh as she clings to my shirt to keep from falling onto the glass of the broken decanter. Realizing that she's clinging onto the captain of these ferocious men, she flinches in fear as she steps back.
"P-please.. I-I"m sorry. I swear I'm sorry!" Had I been pissed, I would've found the fear in her voice and eyes delicious. But, fortunately for her, I was planning on leaving anyway.
"Todo está bien.(It's all good.)" I say smiling. "I was leaving anyway. Just serve them some good ale, and they'll leave you alone." I say, my voice turning cold as I address the slightly tipsy pirates.
"¿No es así?(Isn't that right?)" A few of them flinch and cower at the venemous acid in my tone.
"Sí, Capitán.(Yes, Captain.)" Some of them say, not looking me in the eye.
"Good." I say with finality before returning my attentions to the poor girl in my arms.
"Buenas noches señorita.(Good night miss.)" I say, planting a geltle kiss on her forehead as a show and sigh of good spirits. "Unfortunately, I no longer have any intention of paying, since I now reek of more wine than I need to." I say, walking out the door with my most drunken, cocky grin I can pull off. I didn't see her reaction, but Gilbert later told me that that she was seriously blushing and thanked my for my kindness( a minor bow to my cold and heartless reputation that I hadn't really ever worked on to begin with.), before quickly paling as she fetched something to pick up all of the broken decanter. (I simply told him that I wasn't going to harm the girl all because of a little spilled wine.)
I walked aimlessly through the streets. It was almost dawn, and already I was drunk( gotta gimme some props here for that one..) Imust've walked through the square like five times, because I couldn't remember where the tomato fields were. As I walked through the square( most likely on my sixth go around) I saw a bunch of children starting to set up a fish market. I asked them where the tomato fields were, so I could pick up my stock. It was still very early in the morning, and they still had sleep sand in their eyes, but they told me what I wanted to know and I thanked them before sauntering off. Knowing that if I moved fast enough, I would have enough tomatos to last until we reached Jakarta.
FINALLY DONE! Yeah... the NEXT chapter will have both POV'S.