Thread: A Pirate's Life for Me [S-Freak & Ethereal]

I don't think I've seen this crew before. Amelia spoke, almost excitedly to her father. She was standing on the tips of her toes to lean over a display table within her fathers shop so that her brown eyes could gaze at the men flowing into the streets of the small port town. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, pirates coming in to sell their good and make their trades, but more often than not, it was the same few crews. Every so often, one they'd not seen or one that seldom passed through would dock. It always put the people of the town on edge, uncertain of how the men would behave. There were some that would come in, do their business, drink their ale, fuck their women and leave, while others would leave the occasional path of destruction behind them. From what she could see, it looked as though these men were simply going about their business. Come away from the window. her father replied, a hint of irritation in his monotone voice. Amelia rolled her eyes without him being able to see. Why? she asked, peaking over her shoulder to look at him before shifting her gaze back out the window. She already knew what his answer would be. It wasn't for her protection, it was for the protection of his goods. The herbalist completed regular business with some of the crews that docked in the town often, but he'd had negative experiences with some of the visiting crews that seemed to hold the idea that they could simply take what they wanted without payment. Because I told you to, dammit! the man shouted at her, slamming his fist on his work table. Amelia quickly jumped away from where she stood, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. There's a list in the back of what needs to be made for restocking. Go...work on it. he mumbled, shaking his head and running his hand through his graying hair. Without a word, Amelia obeyed. ------------------------ The rest of the day seemed to go by in a haze. Amelia ground the herbs needed for the various mixtures and ointments that her father had listed for her. While those that could afford it would go to the doctor in the next town over, the poorer people of the port town would visit her fathers shop for his herbal remedies. It was nearly dark when her father stepped back to the room she'd been working in the last several hours. I have to take this to the butcher. Trading it for meat. he said simply as he grabbed a basket of items he had compiled together. Go out front and we'll start closing when I get back. I won't be long. he spoke without waiting for a response, turning and walking out of the back door and leaving Amelia to tend to the shop. You're so very welcome. she muttered under her breath as she stepped out into the front of the store, sighing and grabbing a broom from behind the counter as she began to clean up a little bit. And yet, she was deterred from her task as her eyes sought the same window she had gazed out of so intently before. Broom still in hand, she wandered back over to it, eyes carefully searching the street before landing on a figure that seemed to catch sight of her at the same time. Whoever it was, it was too big to be her father, but they were now moving directly toward the shop. The young girl quickly moved away from the window, dropping the broom in the process just as the mystery figure stepped into store. A quiet laugh left her lips as she bent down to pick it up, speaking to the unknown person before getting a good look at them. I'm sorry, I was just- she began, though the words stopped short as she stood and took in the sight of the man that stood before her. Her eyes shamelessly moved over him, taking in his appearance. Her mouth gaped open slightly, though she didn't appear frightened. If anything, she looked as though she was in complete awe.