Temptations

ɎChapter♠TwelveɎ

  The ship stopped at the dock, the pirates immediately walking off and tying it down. She'd traded her Crimson Queen for a merchant's ship before she left Pirate's Gulf. She'd hid amongst her crew, hiding behind Jack as he spoke to the dockmaster.

"We'll be here for one week, sir. Please keep any and all off our ship. Twas a gift from my father." Jack told him with a strong British accent, placing a coin purse onto the man's open palm. With a large smile, the Dockmaster took down his name, Jackson Gulliver.

The crew carried crates amongst crates of air, making a show of struggle. As merchants, they were supposed to have merchandise to trade. She followed closely behind Jack as he walked down the docks, the crew set down the crates and followed them.

Once they were in an inn, Rosalina allowed herself to calm down and take a breath. Jack had a room across the hall. They'd both gotten their own rooms, but knew they weren't going to stay in them for very long. She sighed, changing out of her pirate's clothes, and into a barmaid's outfit, pulling her hair back with a green sash and pulling on black, leather boots.

Oh, she was going to have fun tonight.

She skipped out of the room and knocked on Jack's door. Within seconds he swung it open, revealing his large, shirtless frame. "Jack, I'm in the mood for some special fun. So I plan on heading down to the soldier's tavern, yes? So you can't come with me since you are so recognizable." Jack's eyes narrowed.

"Captain I'd highly advise against that." Rosalina rolled her eyes.

"Yes, but you are a large brute who doesn't know when to let loose. So you'll do whatever and stay out of their sight. I don't know when I'll be back, so don't worry. Sometime tomorrow perhaps. Adios, Jack." She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek before walking down the halls and stairs."

She let the rest of the crew adventure as they would and spend their money the way they wanted. She was going to have her fun somewhere else, with someone else paying for her. Her crew glanced at her, not calling attention to her so that any affiliation was denied. She nodded slightly and they went back to card games and drinking. Soon she was out into the night.

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"Come on, man! Don't you want to have some fun for once in your life?" Archer dragged Elias, whose boots were beginning to wear down.

"I have work to do Archer." He growled. "I don't have time for beer and women."

"We always have time for gin and women!"

The smell of alcohol and piss lingered in the air. Archer had taken them to one of the soldier's most preferred bars; The Pig. It as a horrid establishment, but sold beer and rum at incredibly low prices, so on a soldier's salary, was a like a respectable inn.

Elias' face twisted when the stench of body odor, alcohol, and piss grew stronger as they stepped into the bar. The night had barely begun, but the tavern was already in full swing. There were soldiers, sailors, low cut merchants and of course prostitutes.

Archer pulled them to the bar, calling the bartender with a quick whistle and two raised fingers. "Two gins my good sir!" He slapped two coins on the counter.

"Here again, Archer? Don't you have anything better to do?" The barkeep, McGregor, asked.

"What is better than fine gin, and finer women?" He retorted and McGregor chuckled.

"And you Elias? I don't see you here as often." Elias took a sip of the gin.

"I've work." McGregor rolled his eyes and left to tend to another patron.