To drown the nightmares[OPEN] Nov 27, 2017 20:23:19 GMT
Post by Captain Waters on Nov 27, 2017 20:23:19 GMT
The noise of boots against the weathered wood mixed with the waves lapping at the shore and pier. The crew was strapping the boat they took into the shallower waters to the pier, as the redhead stepped up on the pier.
She carried herself with slightly slouched shoulders, tired after a night with very few hours spent sleeping and a full day hard at work with the maps.
She started to walk and the crew-members who were with her to help sell the Maidens wares followed. Few were left on the ship to make sure no other pirates got the idea of plundering her ship as it rested on the waves a good distance from shore.
She set a pleasant but quick tempo and they reached the tavern quickly. She would like to give the men a chance to unwind and have some fun before they would talk with merchants and other people who were willing to trade with pirates. She could probably sell it to others on the mainland too, but the Scavengers Port was the best place and you got a fair price for your loot.
The door a small smile lingered shortly on her lips as she listened to her crew jape about how they would drink and whore till they passed out. Callista herself wouldn't mind participating in the drinking part, but just as she shared very little about herself she rarely shared her bed with anyone but herself and her nightmares. It was just too complicated to explain why she would wake, screaming bloody murder and other profanities at the darkness around her.
The tavern was filled with all kinds of people, mostly men and girls who made their living off of the men and their money. The air seemed thick with smoke from pipes, candles and it was heavy with the scent of sweat, booze, and warmth.
The redhead didn't feel safe here, but she never really did, so she had learnt to recognize it as safety, despite still having to be aware that she could need to call her crew off of a serving wrench when they threw back enough ale to stop thinking with their heads.
She pulled a chair out at a table placed off to the side, so she could sit with the wall against her back and watch the tavern with her icy blue eyes.
A serving girl hurried to the captains table with a charming smile, when she recognized the red hair under the hat.
"Captain Waters! It be a joy to see ye here, what can I do for ye?"
Callista laid her gaze on the lady and with a hoarse voice and a small, welcoming smile on her lips, which didn't quite reach her eyes, she answered.
"A round of rum for the crew, darlin'. "
She leaned back against the back of her chair and adjusted her coat and the belt holding the sheathed short cutlasses and awaited the order and watched the crew follow the spirited Marilyn to relieve her of several servings of rum. Shortly after the girl was back at the table with Callista's drink, she put it on the table with a smile and left her to her own. Callista's eyes followed her quartermaster as he disappeared into the masses with the rest of the crew.
Callista hoped to drown the memories of her nightmares, to escape into dreamless sleep, coaxed forth by the burning rum, when she hit the hay later.
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I lost hope when I was still so young
Had an angel on my shoulder,
But the devil always won...
credit to Laura of Adox