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Love is stronger than hate.

After arriving in Tortuga, Ronan thought it was best to get back to the things he was used to. When he was younger, he would roam the streets of Tortuga without his parents knowledge. They would always be scared of where he was, though the young boy thought the streets of Tortuge were a place filled with lots of fun and adventure. He would often sneak up on the local brothel, where he would watch men having intercourse with women, just because he thought it was something strange. Never would he have thought that he himself would be one to visit the local brothels and there he was after being away on the sea for months: in a brothel with a redhead woman on his chest. He stroke her naked body with his fingertips as he had his arm folded below his head as a form of pillow. The woman was snuggled up on his naked boy and had her leg wrapped around his leg. Ronan groaned as he pushed her away.

"Begone, woman," he demanded as he got out of the bed. "I have more important things to do than to lay here for hours with you after you just gave me what I wanted." The woman looked a little shocked. "But sir, what about my payment?" she asked. "For goodness sake, woman, you should be happy you got to spend time with me to begin with." An eyebrow was raised as he took some gold coins from his purse. He threw them on the floor and got up, put on his clothes, took his belongings and walked out. "Worthless whore," he mumbled as he walked out of the room, walking back into the streets of Tortuga. 

A grin appeared on his face as he looked around. There were lots of things to see: drunk men, naked women, fighting men and wild pigs running around. "Ah, Tortuga," he said with the same grin sticked to his face. "I'm glad to be back here. I've missed you. Damned seas." He kept mumbling to himself while walking towards one of his favorite places in Tortuga: the local pub.