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Jolly Sailor Bold
Chapter 1
The day had barely begun, but the sun already hung high and hot over Hook Island by the time the Pirate Captain docked his ship at the pier. His crew looked at him with pleading gazes, and he announced he was taking everyone to the tavern for a drink even as the Pirate with a scarf sighed in exasperation. "Shall I take care of restocking our supplies, then, Captain?" The Pirate Captain smiled and his first mate knew by now to take that as a well-resounding 'yes'. "Very well…you lot have fun, cool off a bit. I'll take care of everything."
"Thanks, Number two!" The crew giddily skipped down the dock, searching out the tavern with eager eyes. The tavern stood tall and vintage in appearance, with a wooden sign above the entryway, designating the building as 'The Fighting Cross'. The occasional sailor hung around by the door, but as the Pirate Captain drew closer, he noticed a crowd gathering about the tavern. "Are we that popular?"
"I think something's happening," the Pirate with Gout supplied, as they pushed through the crowd to squeeze into the tavern.
"Think maybe it's a fight?" the Surprisingly Curvaceous Pirate asked with a barely hidden twinge of excitement, "I haven't seen a good bar brawl in a while."
"Well, I'll be…"
A man was backed against the bar, slouched as though he'd been thrown with great force, and he sat there for a good long moment, attempting to catch his breath. He was thin, and pale, with a tall lanky body that looked as though at one point in time it had been muscular and well-built. He was garbed in a worn blue and red coat, and the plainest clothes beneath it the Captain had seen in a while, but the man peered up at the group of furious men approaching through a limp lock of fair brown hair with determined blue eyes and he straightened up with a cough. "I don't think this is fair yet, get a few more of your buddies and we'll call it even!" The man said with a laugh, "grab some people out of the crowd, even! They might be tougher than you!"
"You just don't know when to quit, do you, kid?" A man who had perhaps two feet on the man and a hundred pounds seized him by the neck, lifting him over his head, but the man just scoffed at the rough treatment.
"You judge ages poorly, kid. I'm a million years older than you if I'm a day…and lord if I didn't hold my liquor so precious, you wouldn't catch me sailing with boys who could be my sons….not that you are. Are you?" He grinned, "was your mother in Bermuda about twenty, twenty-four years ago?"
"Shut the hell up!" A fist to the gut and a quick arm found him flung against the wall, into several barrels, breaking them with his weight and leaving him coughing with pained laughter as he attempted to scramble to his feet. "You aint never gettin' on our ship again, Harrow! Ye got that!?"
"You'll miss me! And I won't regret leaving-your ship has termites, anyhow!" The muscular men threw a few bar stools at him and pushed their way past the crowd out of the tavern. "….Fuckers."
The Pirate Captain was the first to the man after the crowd dispersed, the excitement finished and over with, and he pulled him to his feet with a single pull on his arm. The man looked at the Pirate Captain with a confused wary expression, and narrowed his eyes into a blank expression, taking his arm back abruptly and nearly falling over with the movement. "Nice fight there, but if you really want to win a brawl, you should compare them to girls, as well!"
"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded quickly, "…can I help you? Are you here to tell me how terribly I apparently did in that fight just now? Which was not a brawl-a brawl has more than one person on BOTH sides, you see…."
"So your crew is just abandoning you?" The caution in the man's eyes reminded him a bit of the Pirate with a Scarf, and the Pirate Captain couldn't help but steady him quickly as he stumbled once more.
"Feh, they'll regret it." The man turned away from the Pirate Captain, moving along the wall, leaning on it for support.
"……I'm the Pirate Captain," the captain announced abruptly, not entirely certain why he said it. The man leaned his back against the wall, crossing his arms, looking at him.
"….Marion Harrow," he said with a light shrug and a faint wince. "What do you want, Pirate Captain?"
"I expect you're looking for a new crew, eh, Mary?" Marion didn't react. "I could always use another man on my crew-what skills do you have, apart from a mighty good mouth in a brawl?"
"You know brawls aren't all about yelling, Pirate Captain…I just had no way of winning with my lack of muscular fortitude against those…walking brick walls." He scoffed, and frowned, "I'm not a pirate, Captain."
"So what are you?"
Marion was quiet for a long moment, and glanced down at himself, then moved a hand to smooth back his hair with an almost pained grunt at the stinging pain in his shoulder, but it faded quickly. "…..A very desperate man with a past that doesn't matter, and no foreseeable future." He looked back to the Pirate Captain. "What would you need me to do?"
"What CAN you do?"
"Just about anything you want me to, I guess. I used to be a wickedly awesome first mate at one point." He smirked.
"…Hmmm…."
Chapter 1
The day had barely begun, but the sun already hung high and hot over Hook Island by the time the Pirate Captain docked his ship at the pier. His crew looked at him with pleading gazes, and he announced he was taking everyone to the tavern for a drink even as the Pirate with a scarf sighed in exasperation. "Shall I take care of restocking our supplies, then, Captain?" The Pirate Captain smiled and his first mate knew by now to take that as a well-resounding 'yes'. "Very well…you lot have fun, cool off a bit. I'll take care of everything."
"Thanks, Number two!" The crew giddily skipped down the dock, searching out the tavern with eager eyes. The tavern stood tall and vintage in appearance, with a wooden sign above the entryway, designating the building as 'The Fighting Cross'. The occasional sailor hung around by the door, but as the Pirate Captain drew closer, he noticed a crowd gathering about the tavern. "Are we that popular?"
"I think something's happening," the Pirate with Gout supplied, as they pushed through the crowd to squeeze into the tavern.
"Think maybe it's a fight?" the Surprisingly Curvaceous Pirate asked with a barely hidden twinge of excitement, "I haven't seen a good bar brawl in a while."
"Well, I'll be…"
A man was backed against the bar, slouched as though he'd been thrown with great force, and he sat there for a good long moment, attempting to catch his breath. He was thin, and pale, with a tall lanky body that looked as though at one point in time it had been muscular and well-built. He was garbed in a worn blue and red coat, and the plainest clothes beneath it the Captain had seen in a while, but the man peered up at the group of furious men approaching through a limp lock of fair brown hair with determined blue eyes and he straightened up with a cough. "I don't think this is fair yet, get a few more of your buddies and we'll call it even!" The man said with a laugh, "grab some people out of the crowd, even! They might be tougher than you!"
"You just don't know when to quit, do you, kid?" A man who had perhaps two feet on the man and a hundred pounds seized him by the neck, lifting him over his head, but the man just scoffed at the rough treatment.
"You judge ages poorly, kid. I'm a million years older than you if I'm a day…and lord if I didn't hold my liquor so precious, you wouldn't catch me sailing with boys who could be my sons….not that you are. Are you?" He grinned, "was your mother in Bermuda about twenty, twenty-four years ago?"
"Shut the hell up!" A fist to the gut and a quick arm found him flung against the wall, into several barrels, breaking them with his weight and leaving him coughing with pained laughter as he attempted to scramble to his feet. "You aint never gettin' on our ship again, Harrow! Ye got that!?"
"You'll miss me! And I won't regret leaving-your ship has termites, anyhow!" The muscular men threw a few bar stools at him and pushed their way past the crowd out of the tavern. "….Fuckers."
The Pirate Captain was the first to the man after the crowd dispersed, the excitement finished and over with, and he pulled him to his feet with a single pull on his arm. The man looked at the Pirate Captain with a confused wary expression, and narrowed his eyes into a blank expression, taking his arm back abruptly and nearly falling over with the movement. "Nice fight there, but if you really want to win a brawl, you should compare them to girls, as well!"
"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded quickly, "…can I help you? Are you here to tell me how terribly I apparently did in that fight just now? Which was not a brawl-a brawl has more than one person on BOTH sides, you see…."
"So your crew is just abandoning you?" The caution in the man's eyes reminded him a bit of the Pirate with a Scarf, and the Pirate Captain couldn't help but steady him quickly as he stumbled once more.
"Feh, they'll regret it." The man turned away from the Pirate Captain, moving along the wall, leaning on it for support.
"……I'm the Pirate Captain," the captain announced abruptly, not entirely certain why he said it. The man leaned his back against the wall, crossing his arms, looking at him.
"….Marion Harrow," he said with a light shrug and a faint wince. "What do you want, Pirate Captain?"
"I expect you're looking for a new crew, eh, Mary?" Marion didn't react. "I could always use another man on my crew-what skills do you have, apart from a mighty good mouth in a brawl?"
"You know brawls aren't all about yelling, Pirate Captain…I just had no way of winning with my lack of muscular fortitude against those…walking brick walls." He scoffed, and frowned, "I'm not a pirate, Captain."
"So what are you?"
Marion was quiet for a long moment, and glanced down at himself, then moved a hand to smooth back his hair with an almost pained grunt at the stinging pain in his shoulder, but it faded quickly. "…..A very desperate man with a past that doesn't matter, and no foreseeable future." He looked back to the Pirate Captain. "What would you need me to do?"
"What CAN you do?"
"Just about anything you want me to, I guess. I used to be a wickedly awesome first mate at one point." He smirked.
"…Hmmm…."
Chapter 1! Enter Marion Harrow, a new character! And yes...Marion is a name for men. Or rather, it's a unisex name, but in modern times it's only really been used for women. Kind of like how Ashleigh is now only a woman's name.
There is a SINGLE curse word, because Marion has a foul mouth when he's grumpy. For the sake of the mood, I keep the language down for the rest of the chapters. (Though I only have two more chapters prepared for now.)
Personally, I like Marion, but that's probably because I know his personality inside and out as well as his complete background and what he's been through already before he showed up at this tavern. I hope I can convince readers to like him, too, though.....
There is a SINGLE curse word, because Marion has a foul mouth when he's grumpy. For the sake of the mood, I keep the language down for the rest of the chapters. (Though I only have two more chapters prepared for now.)
Personally, I like Marion, but that's probably because I know his personality inside and out as well as his complete background and what he's been through already before he showed up at this tavern. I hope I can convince readers to like him, too, though.....
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