Pirates life for me

Chapter one: Money

Dancing in the streets, the gypsy girls skirt twirling like purple waves, her chocolate hair trapping rays of sunlight in it. Her white shirt contrasting nicely against her Carmel skin, the underbust corset she's wearing making her waist appear only slightly thinner though it made her breasts appear larger than they were. Her delicate hands swirling the skirt and her small bare feet made complicated movements in the dirt. In front of her there was a small burlap sack filled partially with coins. A whistle sounds she stops dancing picking up the bag and running through the side streets to the abandoned factories. She walked through seeing children running around laughing, she smiled to herself watching them.
"Scarlet!" someone yells, she turns looking back at the slightly older woman her sister who had raven hair and chocolate eyes "you have the money right?" she asked. Scarlet nods showing her the bag.
"It's not much but it should get us dinner for a couple of days" Scarlet told her a strange mix an English and Spanish accent when she spoke. She moved a lock of hair from her sisters eyes "have you any word of Gracia?" she asked. A sad look appears on the other woman's face.
"She's dead" she says softly "she died giving birth to Dulce"  Scarlets eyes well up with tears as her sister embraces her.
"Sofia it's my fault, I wasn't there" Scarlet says to her sister. They began walking to the back of the factory where there's a small tent, smaller than the rest. Inside there was a young man holding a child close to his chest, next to him on the ground was a woman who wasn't moving. The man looked at them as they walked in.
"Scarlet, Sofia" he said "Dulce is born but... Gracia is... Dead" he said in a tired voice rocking the child. Scarlet walks over.
"Edmundo, my brother, she may be dead but your child is here and she is safe that is the best thing we could have hoped for" she says quietly patting his back "by your wife losing her life she brought new life into the world although it may be hard for you to care for the child we will all help you" her and Sofia embrace him. "You two must be hungry, come we have fresh milk" they all walk from the tent stained with death to the dining area where there is a bucket of milk. Scarlet fills an old rum bottle with milk attaching a strange bit to it for the child to drink, she gave it to her brother before leaving the building. She walks at a slow pace to the port. Holding her bag of money tightly she goes to the baker, she walked in inhaling the smell of fresh baked bread, the heat warming her up. The man at the counter gave her a strange look.  She went up to the counter.
"Excuse me but may I have three loafs of bread?" she asked softly. The man looked at her.
"Money first" he said gruffly "I don't trust gypsies". Scarlet nodded producing the money exactly the amount she needed to give.  The man counted it four times. "Alright I'll be right back" he says walking to the back of the store. She looks around waiting for the man; he came back out placing the bread on the counter. He watched Scarlet take the bread and walk out. He ran to the back door. Seeing some soldiers he ran over.
"Officers a gypsy stole some of my goods!" he yelled angrily "the girl that's always dancing about!" he watched the men run in the direction he pointed them.
Scarlet walked holding the bread tightly, she heard running and a shout. Before she could move she was grabbed by a soldier, the bread falling from her arms as cuffs were placed upon her wrists.
"You are under arrest for the robbery of that bread!" the man holding her said.
"Robbery? I didn't steal anything!" she yells as she's dragged into the jail and thrown into a cell. She glares at the soldiers taking a seat in the corner. The men across from her calling and whistling. Sighing she ignores them watching outside seeing a man run by.