THE STORY OF A STRANGE LASS
Jane Byron
The Golden Age of Piracy
I was in a bar where the stoned pirates found happiness between a courtesan's big tits or thick legs, drinking the devil's piss which was gifted with a terrible savor by the mighty sea gods. It was such a drink of a kind that some said it a savior drink, given its perks during sea voyages, while others said, it was a sort of secret lover of the sailors who, as said by many, never slept if this was not in their reach. Despite the differences of the words, all agreed in one thing, that it had the honour of being Heyabone Bar's most wanted drink of all. The infamous rum, was what I was talking about.
The bar was known for its exotic drinks that were brought from all over the world: ale, stout, lager, vodka, whiskey, brandy; all kinds of wines and even the yellow men's drink, sake. Yet, the good old rum always was the first choice. You see, you could take the man from the sea but you could not take the sea from the man, no sir, especially if these men were all sailors of present and of past and that, rum was something they had drank a lot.
The cause behind why rum had its high demands was an easy one to tell. Well, As sea voyages became longer, the issue of stowage length grew into a bother. Fresh water that was stored over a long period of time would become stagnant therefore rather unpleasant, so, often something would be added to make it more palatable. So, what do you do when eyes couldn't see nothing but an eternity of blue; ears couldn't hear nothing but wild roars of the crew; hands couldn't touch nothing but apples on which laid a layer of mildew? You buy a drink to stay sane. And being one of the cheapest and long-lasted drinks, regardless of being pirate or privateer, almost all captains had been bringing this beverage to their ships in their arms as if it were a fair faced lass and their crew drank it thirstily. This was only natural that the men remained loyal to the drink they had drank everyday for months.
The youth say a sailor's veins were filled with this drink, the elder say rum was what sailors worshipped, given their attitude towards it. Some even dare say the devil's piss was what they had drank from their poor ma's tits when they were little.
I presume you comprehend the entirety. Ergo, it was not rather wise of me to purloin one of the gents' drink and fire up a big ass bar affray. But it was compulsory. And here we were.
I punched a guy in the face and felt the crack of his already bleeding nose. He fell to the ground with a thud. Another guy jumped into me and i fell to the ground as well. The guy started to hit me weakly due to his drunk state. But even so, he was looking at me with lunatic eyes as if I were a canvas he was painting with his fists. His eyes were somewhat demented, therefore, I believed rum was the devil's piss enough to make a man grin to his ears while doing such an act. As my lip ripped apart and I tasted my own blood, adrenaline kicked in more and I saw the world more colorful. I smirked. Today was a good day.
"Ye like getting beaten lass?" Why yes of course. Who did not? Just as I was getting out of this lad, someone threw him off of me.
"Miss, are you alright?"
The guy -or should I say boy as he looked so young- was wearing elegant clothes that were enough to make him look rich. I was sure he wasn't in Heyabone to chill and find happines like the sailors did. He was probably here to ask questions about some guy or was a runaway got bored of his life and seeking for an adventure. Regardless of what reason he was here, the kid was gonna have the honor of being robbed by me. He hold his hand out to me to help me stand up. Very kind of him. But when he did that I saw his full looking pouch hidden in his inside pocket. He must be new here as he wasn't aware of the unspoken rule: don't bring too much money when going to a bar, especially when that bar was Heyabone. I took his hand as ladylike as I could be and changed my expression from smug to scared to death.
