Post by Diabolik on Dec 24, 2010 17:13:57 GMT -5
What's a man like me doing here?
The glare of lights on the street, men dressed in red and white with false beards, and all of it so unappealing... The snow, that cold winters grasp on my face, all of it unrelenting as I saw a sign that finally appealed to me. It was unmistakeable, with a sign depicting a large tankard overflowing with sweet amber nectar. Below were the words "Flagon O' Mead".
"That's just what I need... A good tavern t' settle in."
I stepped inside, greeted by the welcome stench of booze, blood and bile. This was a tavern indeed. One where no lawman dare enter and the barfight never ends. This was a tavern, this is what should be.
One man at the bar gave a glance in my direction.
"Hey, Long John Silver, what's with the get-up? You think you're a pirate?"
I pull my pistol from my belt, aiming it at the cocky yellow-bellied scumbag and bellow at the top of my voice.
"YE WANT A TASTE O' ME FLINTLOCK, DO YE?"
Everyone just stared, even the men fighting had stopped to see what was going on.
"WHAT? YE NEVER SEEN A PIRATE BEFORE?"
One man in the corner began to laugh, until I shot at him. It sounded like a cap of thunder, as though the wrath of Poseidon himself was behind the shot. It was single shot, but nothing to worry about as I pulled another from inside my coat. I always had 3 loaded guns on me in case of such an incident. The shot had missed the scurvy bastard, but had hit the picture hanging by his head, shattering both glass and frame, leaving a shredded piece of paper floating to the ground.
"YE'LL RUE THE DAY YE LAUGHED AT CAPTAIN CERVANTES DE LEON!"
As I was thrown from the building amid a hail of shouting and gunfire, I took a moment to think.
Where did it all go wrong? One day I was king of the seas, sailing to my hearts content with a full crew at my beck and call... Now I couldn't even get a drink without being kicked out. I barely had a pair of doubloons to rub together, and this is where it got me.
What's a man like me doing here?
A cold shock of snow once again roused me from my thoughts.
"IF IT WEREN'T FER THAT REPEATIN' FLINTLOCK O YERS, YE'D NEVER 'AVE ME!"
"We don't want you, now get the fuck out!"
A disheartening reply, one I had hoped not to get... Ever since I'd lost my crew, I had never been accepted by these people, who had never truly sailed the sea. All I had to call my own were my clothes and my sword, my guns now forfeit to the angry mob inside... It would probably be best to get a replacement, because their repeating pistols would be the death of me. I'd never get them back... Unless I got one of my own.
Times change, I guess... And now i'd have to make a call back at a port from which i'd already set sail... I needed money, and to get it again, i'd have to work again. Back at EUW.
"Hold onto yer britches, EUW... The Captain's comin'."
The glare of lights on the street, men dressed in red and white with false beards, and all of it so unappealing... The snow, that cold winters grasp on my face, all of it unrelenting as I saw a sign that finally appealed to me. It was unmistakeable, with a sign depicting a large tankard overflowing with sweet amber nectar. Below were the words "Flagon O' Mead".
"That's just what I need... A good tavern t' settle in."
I stepped inside, greeted by the welcome stench of booze, blood and bile. This was a tavern indeed. One where no lawman dare enter and the barfight never ends. This was a tavern, this is what should be.
One man at the bar gave a glance in my direction.
"Hey, Long John Silver, what's with the get-up? You think you're a pirate?"
I pull my pistol from my belt, aiming it at the cocky yellow-bellied scumbag and bellow at the top of my voice.
"YE WANT A TASTE O' ME FLINTLOCK, DO YE?"
Everyone just stared, even the men fighting had stopped to see what was going on.
"WHAT? YE NEVER SEEN A PIRATE BEFORE?"
One man in the corner began to laugh, until I shot at him. It sounded like a cap of thunder, as though the wrath of Poseidon himself was behind the shot. It was single shot, but nothing to worry about as I pulled another from inside my coat. I always had 3 loaded guns on me in case of such an incident. The shot had missed the scurvy bastard, but had hit the picture hanging by his head, shattering both glass and frame, leaving a shredded piece of paper floating to the ground.
"YE'LL RUE THE DAY YE LAUGHED AT CAPTAIN CERVANTES DE LEON!"
As I was thrown from the building amid a hail of shouting and gunfire, I took a moment to think.
Where did it all go wrong? One day I was king of the seas, sailing to my hearts content with a full crew at my beck and call... Now I couldn't even get a drink without being kicked out. I barely had a pair of doubloons to rub together, and this is where it got me.
What's a man like me doing here?
A cold shock of snow once again roused me from my thoughts.
"IF IT WEREN'T FER THAT REPEATIN' FLINTLOCK O YERS, YE'D NEVER 'AVE ME!"
"We don't want you, now get the fuck out!"
A disheartening reply, one I had hoped not to get... Ever since I'd lost my crew, I had never been accepted by these people, who had never truly sailed the sea. All I had to call my own were my clothes and my sword, my guns now forfeit to the angry mob inside... It would probably be best to get a replacement, because their repeating pistols would be the death of me. I'd never get them back... Unless I got one of my own.
Times change, I guess... And now i'd have to make a call back at a port from which i'd already set sail... I needed money, and to get it again, i'd have to work again. Back at EUW.
"Hold onto yer britches, EUW... The Captain's comin'."
