Candy Seas! (Back On Track)

A free round of Root Beer!

Salty sea air filled my lungs as we neared the only harbor for miles, Storm-along Harbor, or so the sailors who worked on the ship called it. From the distance I could see the all wood planks, called streets.

I turned and leaned against the bow of the ships, my knee-length skirt crumpling as the back of my thighs made the connection to the wooden planks. With a few caw, caw, caws of seagulls and being nearly pooped on by one, we stop at the low dock.

"You ready for your first stay away from home, miss?" The captain asked, setting down my simple hat box which carried my many button up shirts and mix of shorts and many skirts the color of light brown. Along with it, all my money was in there, though no one but I knew.

"Of course! I've always wanted to travel." I say picking up the box. "Now tell me, how many months till I get to go home again?" The captain snickered at my remark. Then all went silent as three crew members pulled down the walk way and carefully placed it down on the dock.

I walk down the planks of wood onto the badly worn down planks of the dock and turn and see the crew rushing to pull up anchor and get sailing.

"Good bye miss!" The captain cried, waiving his hand. "See you in forty years!"

I smile and wave back until...

WHAM! It hits me.

"What do you mean 40 years?!" I yell at him trying to wave him back, yet it was to late. They were already to far out in the sea to be seen, leaving me wondering, " what's so wrong with this harbor?"

I sighed. Wanting to get out of the rain, i start to walk along the broken, worn down wooden planks, over the holes and up the stairs to the wooden streets. The dock was dirty, covered in dirt and scrapes. I could see why the sailor had left in such a rush.

Pirates and towns folk solicited the streets, sitting on doorsteps or on barrels. They looked at me, knowing that i was new in this small town. This made me feel unwelcome and such. I turned around and walked to the right end of the dock.

What i saw next was something out of the ordinary. It was a barrel, over sized with saloon door you would usually see at the bars back home. The sign which hug right above the door had read, "The candy barrel" Which seemed weird since you usually wouldn't see candy anywhere near what seemed like a bar.

I walked into the candy barrel, making sure not to slam the door and make sure not to draw anymore attention to myself then there already was. Though almost everyone, who was a patron, looked at me. The only ones who didn't were the bar tender and a brightly colored woman.

Solemnly, i walked to the main bar and sat at the main bar, looking at the main wall. Then i realized...

Instead of Booze, and Liquor, and Vodka, there was candy in glass jars in every space on the shelves.

"Can, i help you?" asked the bar tender, wiping down a glass that was meant for beer.

"Tell me why, my ship stranded me for the next fifty years of my life?" He looked at me for a moment before he laughed.

"Don't trust steam ships!"He snorted, setting the glass on the bar in front of me. "Tell you what, I'll give you a free round of rootbeer, on the house!"

"Uh, sure." I say while he spun around, glass in hand, just in time to catch a falling glass jar full of butterscotch. Quickly he slid the container back onto one of the narrow shelves.

In an instant I found the glass of root beer in front of me, then suppened in the air as I drank it. The cold fizz hit the back of my throat and I gulped it down when I felt the two saloon doors burst open as it got silent.

"Did I just hear free candy?"