desti
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“The Drunken Sailor” was full of life with, fittingly, drunken sailors.
Elizabeth maneuvered between the many tables with her tray of cups, the liquid inside of them sloshing around dangerously. Her feet lead her to the very end of the bar where a group of rowdy, shanty-singing pirates sat.
Nassau was a safe haven for them. In any other port city they might be taken captive for their crimes. Here, they were as free as they were in the seas. Well, as long as they don't cause problems in the streets, but Nassau had a way of clearing its streets from rats.
“Your last round. Father told me to cut you off before you drown yourselves in ale,” Elizabeth said, placing the tray on the round oak table.
“Love, I'd rather drown myself in you,” the nearest of them grabbed at her skirts to which she replied with a hard smack against his cheek, “ah! She hit me!”
“I'll do more than that if you don't learn to keep your mouth shut,” Elizabeth said.
“I do like my women with a bit of fight in them,” a man with a cloth covering one eye said. His breath stank of ale and rot.
“And I like my men with a full set of teeth, Billy.”
Elizabeth lead a strange relationship with the pirates. They were harsh men, often times very dangerous, but she found something appealing in them. Pirates were harsh and mean, the only nice things they'd ever said to her had been about how they'd like to spend a night with her. There was nothing romantic about them, yet she found a strange wish to be amongst them.
Often times Elizabeth found herself sitting behind the bar and watching the men. Unlike her they were free and happy, they weren't tied to anything but their ships. Her Father was a nice man, but her life was tied to this bar. The pressure to find a husband and begin a family made for many sleepless nights as well.
In the sea she could be free. What would she care if she'd drown or get shot down? The feeling alone of being her own woman would be enough to make her happy for a lifetime.
A woman on a ship? That was a silly thought, but it was so exciting at the same time. The men here knew her too well, though. If they saw her disguised they would see through it immediately. And then… she didn't want to think about it.
But when she day dreamed about it, the flaws of it all escaped her. The thought of freedom was so sweet, so pure… it outweighed any bad things that could happen to her on deck. The taste of it was so tempting… if only she could find a good moment to take a bite of it.
“Wonder what the old Ronald has to say tomorrow,” Billy said as Elizabeth gathered their empty cups from the table and set them on the now-cleared tray, “said it was important. I mean, look around you, every damn pirate ship that’s close enough is docking at Nassau to hear him.”
“Some bullshit again,” the youngest man, Jonathan, said while sparking a light to his pipe, filling the air with the smell of tobacco, “remember last time? Old shithead Ron swore to his mum’s grave that he fucked --”
“If I hear that story again, I will put this blade between your eyes,” the man that had grabbed her groaned.
“Ron speaks a lot of shit, but it sounded genuine when Rotten Robbie told me,” Billy shrugged, “said something about England. Something with politics, money, something Ron is too dumb to think of.”
“Let it be so… but Ronald will hang if he gets us all here for nothing,” Jonathan shrugged, blowing smoke out of his nose and mouth, “even ‘The Silence’ is coming.”
Billy spat out his ale, “you’re shitting me.”
“Afraid not,” Jonathan laughed, “Captain Brock is sailing here, I know.”
“How?”
“If I told you, I wouldn’t be special anymore.”
“You little shit, best tell me before --”
But Elizabeth didn’t hear what the man would do to Jonathan as she was half-way back to the bar by then. Her heart was racing, her mind stormed with ideas.
Everyone knew ‘The Silence’ and everyone knew Captain Brock. They said he was the Devil of the Seas - no man wished to cross him and his crew. If you saw his banners, all you could do was kneel and say your prayers to whatever God you worshipped.
A legendary Captain and his terrifying crew.
A Captain and a crew that had never set foot in ‘The Drunken Sailor’.
A Captain and a crew that had never seen her face.
A chance.
Elizabeth maneuvered between the many tables with her tray of cups, the liquid inside of them sloshing around dangerously. Her feet lead her to the very end of the bar where a group of rowdy, shanty-singing pirates sat.
Nassau was a safe haven for them. In any other port city they might be taken captive for their crimes. Here, they were as free as they were in the seas. Well, as long as they don't cause problems in the streets, but Nassau had a way of clearing its streets from rats.
“Your last round. Father told me to cut you off before you drown yourselves in ale,” Elizabeth said, placing the tray on the round oak table.
“Love, I'd rather drown myself in you,” the nearest of them grabbed at her skirts to which she replied with a hard smack against his cheek, “ah! She hit me!”
“I'll do more than that if you don't learn to keep your mouth shut,” Elizabeth said.
“I do like my women with a bit of fight in them,” a man with a cloth covering one eye said. His breath stank of ale and rot.
“And I like my men with a full set of teeth, Billy.”
Elizabeth lead a strange relationship with the pirates. They were harsh men, often times very dangerous, but she found something appealing in them. Pirates were harsh and mean, the only nice things they'd ever said to her had been about how they'd like to spend a night with her. There was nothing romantic about them, yet she found a strange wish to be amongst them.
Often times Elizabeth found herself sitting behind the bar and watching the men. Unlike her they were free and happy, they weren't tied to anything but their ships. Her Father was a nice man, but her life was tied to this bar. The pressure to find a husband and begin a family made for many sleepless nights as well.
In the sea she could be free. What would she care if she'd drown or get shot down? The feeling alone of being her own woman would be enough to make her happy for a lifetime.
A woman on a ship? That was a silly thought, but it was so exciting at the same time. The men here knew her too well, though. If they saw her disguised they would see through it immediately. And then… she didn't want to think about it.
But when she day dreamed about it, the flaws of it all escaped her. The thought of freedom was so sweet, so pure… it outweighed any bad things that could happen to her on deck. The taste of it was so tempting… if only she could find a good moment to take a bite of it.
“Wonder what the old Ronald has to say tomorrow,” Billy said as Elizabeth gathered their empty cups from the table and set them on the now-cleared tray, “said it was important. I mean, look around you, every damn pirate ship that’s close enough is docking at Nassau to hear him.”
“Some bullshit again,” the youngest man, Jonathan, said while sparking a light to his pipe, filling the air with the smell of tobacco, “remember last time? Old shithead Ron swore to his mum’s grave that he fucked --”
“If I hear that story again, I will put this blade between your eyes,” the man that had grabbed her groaned.
“Ron speaks a lot of shit, but it sounded genuine when Rotten Robbie told me,” Billy shrugged, “said something about England. Something with politics, money, something Ron is too dumb to think of.”
“Let it be so… but Ronald will hang if he gets us all here for nothing,” Jonathan shrugged, blowing smoke out of his nose and mouth, “even ‘The Silence’ is coming.”
Billy spat out his ale, “you’re shitting me.”
“Afraid not,” Jonathan laughed, “Captain Brock is sailing here, I know.”
“How?”
“If I told you, I wouldn’t be special anymore.”
“You little shit, best tell me before --”
But Elizabeth didn’t hear what the man would do to Jonathan as she was half-way back to the bar by then. Her heart was racing, her mind stormed with ideas.
Everyone knew ‘The Silence’ and everyone knew Captain Brock. They said he was the Devil of the Seas - no man wished to cross him and his crew. If you saw his banners, all you could do was kneel and say your prayers to whatever God you worshipped.
A legendary Captain and his terrifying crew.
A Captain and a crew that had never set foot in ‘The Drunken Sailor’.
A Captain and a crew that had never seen her face.
A chance.