What happens on Tortuga...
{starter for @chrysalis-opening }
Damn Tortuga. Damn this sinful place.
James very much despised this foul place but it was the only place that came to mind when he had resigned his position. It seemed to be a great place to hide from the law, a great place to drown all of his sorrows in cheap liquor. A thing he had actually been doing since his arrival.
He got himself in trouble more often than not, sometimes it was the fact that people knew who he was, sometimes it was simply his big mouth and so it happened that he had more than once unintentionally sometimes very intentionally had started a bar fight.
This was one of these days but there were simply too many men for him to beat them all so they kicked him out in the end but not before giving him a bloody nose in the process. And maybe, maybe James had been provoking them too but he wouldn’t admit that. They had started first, calling him all kinds of names and making fun of the previous scourge of piracy - a title that now made him cringe - now drinking among them, while he just wanted to enjoy the burning sensation of rum down his throat in peace. What was he supposed to do? Of course he talked back and drew his sword when the anger took over.
But now he was sitting on the ground outside of the Tavern he had not too long ago stirred some trouble in and was busy holding his nose and trying to keep blood from getting on his clothes as he silently cursed these goddamn scoundrels and the town as a whole along with everyone in it. He was too focused on himself and his bloody nose to notice the woman approaching.
“I hate this god forsaken place.” he muttered to himself.
