Blow the man down

[bonneypirate]

Anamaria didn't apologize. She never explained herself and had long ago jettisoned guilt, sending it to the depths with other weaknesses like sympathy and mercy and faith. She made her choices and be damned anyone who didn't agree or understand. It was a strategy that had served her faithfully for nigh on thirty years, perhaps more (she really

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[one_eyed_rags]

Hearing the screach of the Hellbitch, Ragetti poked his head up from his place below deck and climbed the stairs enough so that he could see her as well.

"Ain' seen no whelp, bu' met a man dat look jus' like 'im. Nice fella, gonna give me a tatto whens I figure out whot ta trade." He rattled aimlessly as he grinned with her, puffing his chest and craning his neck as he obviously tried to flaunt his eye-patch.

[one_eyed_rags]

He gave the woman a quick unobtrusive once over and frowned slightly. "Well, I fink ye made good choice. Ye sure dun seem da type fer bein' a whore, if'n ye dun mind me sayin' dat is. Ye seem more da type ta lure a man inta da alley and beat 'im over da head wit a blunt object, stealin' 'is coins as ye make a nonchalant gitaway." He shrugged and tilted his head upwards, enjoying the sun.

Though, it was not that his experiance with whores went very far. Mostly his mother, women of the brothel that he had called his 'Aunties' until they gave him the toss, and ones he had at some point, for whatever reason, had been forced to interact with.

[bonneypirate]

"Aye but that earns you enemies that a pirate can hardly afford in a small port." Anamaria replied in an off-handed way without any sign that she realized that Ragetti had meant it as a hypothetical and not as something she'd actually done before.

[one_eyed_rags]

"Dun I know it." He replied just as offhandedly, absently placing a hand against the front of his shirt, over the place where the long scar ran jaggedly over his ribs.

[bonneypirate]

Neither would have claimed that their lives were over harsh. Anamaria had chosen hers with eyes wide open, knowing exactly what her options were and finding joy only in the sea.

"In any event, Mrs Turner informed me that when she left, Jack had indeed made good on his word and presented me with my own ship. I have told Jack now that it doesn't relieve him from his oath to me."

[one_eyed_rags]

He sat up and blinked at her in confusion. "Mizzuz Turner? Turner ans da whelp ain married yet. Dats whot she kep' wailin' on about fer mos' da journey."

[bonneypirate]

"They were married here on the island. Then she vanished as so many do." Anamaria's face went solemn, "I would advise that you not speak of her to Mister Turner. The whelp remains remarkably good with his blade."