BLACK TIDES

One.

Here I am legless than a damn sailer, trying to stand atop of the benches and howling with the other drnken bastereds who decided to wash away there problems as well.

"Whats a milk drinker like you doing here Titus!?" I toss my bottle back and point it at his ugly mug.

"Mind your own you cow!" Laughter bursts from the whole place even from the bartender, suddenly the doors kicked open and everyone stops to gawk at the disturbing sight of a Pirate. Whispers start to break from lips and soon the whole bars full of em.

"A fucken pirate..." The scruffy fella walks up to pudgy Paul who's serving us more rounds of Rum. His black dusty cloak sitting on his shoulders follows him blowing in the breeze he let in. Unlaced shirt exposing his slightly hairy chest, his sash tightly tied around him and tucked away inside it was a long dagger that looked to have claimed many many lives. Black breeches stained with blood and his long black boots. Of course I cant leave out his hat decorated with a white feather and a silk wrap. Paul slowly turned around the fat pig musta been scared shitless because he stuttered and shook before asking the Pirate what he wanted. Lifting his face I got a better glimpse of him, black goatee dry lips, untamed hair and eyebrows, his face held a scar under his dark brown eyes. After taking my good glimpse I thought that it might of been a wise choice to leave. I dropped my empty bottle and staggered off the benches. Its not that I'm scared cause Im not!, It just wouldn't be necessary to have quarrels with the likes of a pirate. I wipe my mouth dry of spilled rum and a hand roughly mush's my face. Im not of great balance at the moment so that mush lands me on my back. And the cheeky basterd had the nerve to let words fall from his lips.

"Watch out boy!." If I wasn't so drunk I'd probably pick a fight with him. And because I am Titus the head strong little brat I slowly regain my balance on my feet and grab his shoulder. He turns around and I see more of his disgusting face. His red chin hairs and fuzzy mustache hold pieces of food and drops of his past drinking's. He slaps my hand away and puts his hand on his blade. "You've got a lot of guts boy!, Maybe I should cut some out for ya!" He's also a pirate but I'm guessing by the way he's dressed he must be of lower rankings. Quicker than I anticipated but thats probably because Im not in good shape to be anticipating anything or be picking a fight for one. Everything goes balls up and his sharp dagger pry's at my chest, with more pressure he pierces my skin and I cry out in pain.

"Fuck!" My instincts kick in and I land a blow to his chin he falls back into a stool near the other pirate. I rub at my chest and my blood coats my fingers, it only takes seconds for these drunken monkeys to realize theres a tavern fight going down and without warning they surround us and cheer while filling there faces with more rum. The man I hit stands and spits out blood, his eyes fix on me and he lunges only to be stopped by a hand and knife on his neck. The pirate who first arrived pushes down harder and the one under it squirms.

"Red beard......." His voice silenced everyone even us drunken ones. It was a deep and disturbing voice that I'd not like to hear before I died. The other pirate glanced up and dropped his blade.

"Ye-yes Captain."

"Ya spilt my drink...." He laughed and it scared me following behind him was the pirate under his blade. The captain put his blade away and pushed the other pirate to a stool next to him. They smashed there bottles together and guzzled down each drop. These two are mad like a bag of ferrets!.

"You,Boy" I looked around and pointed to my chest."Yes you, Come share a drink with me." The pirate looked at him and then quickly away. Im not sharing a drink with no pirate scum! Hell no!.

"I'd rather not!" He turned around and eyed me up and down making me feel like violated trash. His pirate friend turned his head and looked at me.

"Ma Captain doesn't offer many to sit and share a drink with him consider ya self lucky." I rolled my eyes and spit at the floor.

"Ion fucking care, Im not sharing rum with you cocks." Laughter surrounded us and the Captain stood up. His pirate dog jumped at me and with a quick hand from his captain he stopped. I felt good,So I continued to rub it in there faces."Ion care who ya are!...Ion care weather your Captain or not so how about you an your dog there get stuffed." He laughed and again everyone stopped. Walking over to me he grabbed my ear and I tryed to fight back.

"You might have thought that fighting Red Beard was ok but I'll slice ya were you stand boy, And I wont think twice about doing it you hear me." He was way to calm when he said it, thats how I know he wasn't pulling my leg. I slapped his hand away and followed him to his seat."Get us some more Rum !" Paul wobbled over to us with full mugs more quicker than ever,I drank and drank because he was staring me down the whole time. He didn't take a swig of his just watched me drink mines until I had hiccups. "I like you boy, you've got guts." I waved him off and burped. Again his ever so faithful dog spoke out.

"Ma captain doesn't complement many either! say thank you." I grabbed his drink and poured it onto the counter.

"Listen, How long do you intend on telling me what it is ya Captain does do and doesn't do!?... When are ya gonna learn Ion fucking care!?" His Captain laughed and so did I, but he was being a little sour puss. "Alright!" That does it Im pissy drunk and I need to go home. I push back and fall on the floor. They look down and laugh at me. "Paul!!.." Peaking over at me he chuckles.

"Alright!...the party's over." Everyone grabs there last bottles and exits. "Ill take you home Titus." I salute to him and lead my imaginary orchestra.

"Red Beard gather the kegs of Rum and bring them to the ship. Paul... I'll take him home." Paul shakes his head at first and then changes his mind when the Captain grabs for his dagger. I feel large hands grab, pick me up and toss me on there shoulder. Paul always has a problem picking me up."Im not fat...He's just a lazy Pig." Laughing I nod off while whoever's carrying me chuckles.