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Re: A Day At The The Pirate Port
from Aneira_Greene on 06/02/2020 10:12 PMAneira whipped her head around, before realising that it was one of her few good friends, Clara. They had met a few years back, on Tortuga infact, and there was something about her Anthea liked. She pushed a stray bit of hair behind her ear, finally setting down the empty glass bottle on a nearby wall, resisting the urge to just.....push it off the edge. It was nice to see a friendly face, to say the very least.
She sat next to the bottle, and tapped the space next to her. "It's been ages since I've seen you! How are things?" She inqured with a slight smile, sitting in a relaxed position. "And as for morning, it's definately not a good one." She gestured at the stormy sky, despite the blue tendrils inching across the sky, you still wouldn't want to sail in such weather. And the rather ominous tune from a string instrument, a fiddle prehaps, somewhere did nothing to lighten the mood.
ReplyA Day At The The Pirate Port
from Aneira_Greene on 06/02/2020 04:32 PMAneira sat at the edge of the jetty, playing with an empty rum bottle. It was definately not her drink of choice, but it had been offered free to her, and it was always going to be a better drink than the vile water that sat in the well. The wind was cold, but there was a shining sun that offered no warmth, almost seeming to make the sea look ever more inviting, dangerous and exciting. She had decided to take a bit of time away from the crew of the ship, preferring to maybe wander alone through the Pirate Port, pick up some stories to add to her memorised collection.
The sky was a stormy grey, but as she stood and walked back down the jetty, shades of blue began to snake through, splitting the clouds. There was music, very loud music, playing from one of the bars, and as always, fights were breaking out left, right and centre. She shot some glares at a few drunken men, vaulting on of the collapsed stone walls and finding herself back in the main square, bottle still swinging in hand. Aneira was taking this oppurtunity to wear one of her dresses, a dark navy blue material with a low cut front and fashionable figure, hanging just above the ankles and her boots to allow ease of movement. Overall, wearing dresses was something that made her feel good about herself, and it would always stay that way, she did belive.
Re: (the past) The Llandoger Trow
from Aneira_Greene on 06/01/2020 11:35 AM"Hey," Aneira nudged Eris as she and a few other barmaids set to work getting the Pub's residents upstairs, and the rest into less backbreaking sleeping positions, "Ready for the next wave?" In a few minutes, the men here would start waking up. It was like clockwork every night, they would be cranky from the vauge hangover they were starting to get in their sleep, and want to drink it away. They would want to get ready to leave, and with the outpour of people, fights would ensue. Some of the night workers would begin to drift in as the hours turned to morning, and many of them were only a tad more civil than the current customers, the others far worse.
She went to sit on the bar, unpinning her jacket and throwing it to the side as the heat got to her, leaving her stays and shift on underneath. It was perfectly fine to do so, as the closing stomacher at the front kept it somewhat modest. She poured herself and Eris a drink, watching the door keenly. She felt tired, but ah well, she did rather want a nice and hot sunday pie this week.
Re: (the past) The Llandoger Trow
from Aneira_Greene on 06/01/2020 01:44 AMThe pirates almost began lecturing Aneira on the myths of the sea, many of which she'd heard before. But, she got a free drink out of it, and that was a guaranteed positive. It was interesting to hear them speak, and they seemed well travelled, from the Carribean maybe? But also, they were definately Bristol natives, the accent was strong enough to know. She didn't want to relax too much, as that would be dangerous. And she had work to do. So she went to silently excuse herself, and in doing so, bumped into Mr Jones. He frowned down at her, placing a hand on her shoulder with a disapproving look.
"I expected more Miss Jean." He sighed, much to Aneira's anger and confusion. Her always called her the french maiden name of her deseased mother, to further humiliate her into being shamed for her illegitamacy. But it would never work. "I expect more from my barmaids than sitting in the parlour getting drunk with pirates." He tutted. Aneira just growled inwardly, cursing under her breath as she stormed off past him.
Re: (the past) The Llandoger Trow
from Aneira_Greene on 06/01/2020 12:54 AM"I saw that." Aneira muttered as she passed Eris, but smiling to herself all the same. "You could buy a little pink dress?" She mimicked her last customer's voice with a roll of her eyes, setting a tankard down infront of a MUCH more polite gentleman. She could see the moon gleaming through a little paned window to the left, making patterns on the rough stone floor. The one glamorous thing here.
She pushed a wispy strand of hair back in her cap, a thin sheen of sweat coming from her brow in the process. It was sweltering in the pub, and with the door not opening so much now, the air had become clammy and hot. And if she doused the fire they would be drenched in darkness, which was a crisis worth averting. Aneira wove throught the groups of sailors, tray in hand, finally stopping at the small private room in the back. Someone had obviously paid well for the privacy, and she was almost excited to see who as she slipped in.
"Sirs, I believe you ordered the chicken, bread and ale?" She set the tray down, surverying the company. They were dressed decently, prehaps Upper-Middle class status. All men, and all looked weary, beards slightly untrimmed and most wearing gold earings. Aneira let out a slight, almost inaudible sigh. They were pirates, she would bet her life on it.
"Yes we did Lass." One said dismissievly, before looking up. "Why don't you join us for a pint?"
"I have work to do...."
"Now, do you think we should sail through the Kraken waters of Davy Jones locker, or risk the Bermuda Triangle, where Sirens lurk?" He interrupted Aneira, who stood stock still, very confused. "That's right lass, the waters of the west are filled with nasty beasties. How do you think Blackbeard met his end?"
Aneira frowned, relaxing slightly, one hand on the door handle. "Pray do tell."
(the past) The Llandoger Trow
from Aneira_Greene on 06/01/2020 12:05 AMAneira was done. Done with everything, from earning a pitiful allowance, to the smell of beer, to ale stains on her dress and the hole in her cap. The Llandoger Trow, Bristol docks, was home to allsorts of people who didn't want to be questioned, who either wanted to catch a date or drink away their worries. And that placed them in a prime position for Pirates who had docked in Bristol.
She had learnt at an early age not to expect too much from men, and the Barkeeper, Mr Jones, was no different. He expected his Barmaids to comply instantly to any demands given to them, to dress modestly but not too modestly, to know how to quiet a crowd and swindle money out of even the lowliest of saliors, and with no payrise out of it. And to do it all night. But they just had to tie their apron firmly around their waist a get on with it.
Tonight was particularly bad, a cold and wet night always brought many people, but in the aftermath of a storm tens of ships had taken refuge at the docks and had come to get bed and board here, or just to warm themselves up with ale. The odd woman drifted amongst the crowd, but it was mostly rowdy men who created the company tonight. The majority rather happy to insult Aneira at every oppurtunity.
"So, what brings you to such a rough part of town missy?" A man, sitting at the bar and waiting for his drink, leered. "Shouldn't you be at home caring for the Father? Eh? Women's place and all that?"
Aneira scowled with her back to him, concentrating on filling the tankard. He continued, to her distaste. "You know, you would look lovely in one of those little pink dresses from the mainstreet, how about you buy one for work tomorrow....." Aneira cut him off by slamming the tankard down.
"Oh shut up and drink your alcohol, idiot." She muttered, hands on her hips. He looked at her, eyebrows raised in an amused way. She grabbed his arm and twisted it around. "Now." Her voice was dangerously low as she let go, and he nodded, no longer feeling arrogant, and scuttled off.