Pirates, Princesses, and Problems...

Chapter 2 'A'hoy Mates'

'Fuck'

'Fuck'

'FUCK'

'She knows.'

We both arrive in the room and the men are all loudly 'celebrating' with their snuck on ales. I can't talk about this yet, not here, not with these idiots in the way.

"You drink ale?," she asks.

"I have before, not a fan of it, as these men are."

"Well I have some wine, but you're going to get labeled as posh." She pulls two bottles, one red, one white. Some wine my ass, that's more than enough for this trip. I don't drink very often but I can afford to in this instance.

"They can label me all they want, doesn't matter to me."

She hands me the white wine,

"You seem like a white wine fella."

"Good instincts."

I sit on my bed and unscrew the bottle. At even the hint of wine in the air, P is up and alert. She claws her way up my side sniffing. Dot laughs at my alcoholic pet and jokingly asks,

"She goes to the pubs with you? She seems to know her booze!"

"My step mom drinks wine often. The bottles were easy to find for P and she would always try to lick up the remains."

"Probably not great for her."

"Yea probably, that's why I had to snatch her up anytime she would try."

P licks my arm begging for just a taste.

"No P, NO!" She gives me a small nip, it's painless but she gets her point across.

"You can have a snack," I reach into my satchell and pull out a small leather pouch. She gets excited again and I untie the twine around the top. I ferret proofed so she wouldn't ruin the trip by eating all her treats.

"What's that?," I extend the pouch towards her, holding it open to reveal a tiny supply of dried meat. Pieces smaller than a fingernail.

"You are a spoiled girl P," Dot says and strokes her.

P ignores the strokes from Dot staying focused on the pouch. I pull out three pieces and lead P with one. The boat shifts a bit as P dances around my hand. I grip the wine bottle between my thighs as I lift my hand inches above P.

"Up, UP!," I say leading her. 

P stands on her back legs and reaches her upper body towards the treat.

"Good girl!"

I bring my hand down and cup the treat for her. She grabs it and scurries under the pillow. We hear her crunching away.

Dot laughs, but just one blunt laugh.

"Well she sure is something."

"What the hell is that?," A voice echoes behind us. His words are drunk, as if they drank the ale themself.

'Oh God, this asshole saw P, and is going to try and make it an issue.'

Dot glares at him, "Why do you care? It's not an ale bud."

"Hey man, uh i mean lady," he wipes his face on his sleeve, "I'm not trying to be rude."

He sits next to me on the bed.

"Is that an animal?"

This guy is quite big, and stinks of Ale.

"Maybe," I say worried he might try and fight or something dumb like that, but his voice seems genuinely interested not angry.