The Captain's payoff
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Amelia woke with a start!
Her father, drunk off his ass, burst through her bedroom door, yelling and sneering. He was in a foul mood, he was always in a foul mood...
One would think that being a blacksmith would mean one would handle themselves with dignity. But not Amelia's father. He was quite literally the village drunk. He always was since his wife, Amelia's mother, had passed no more than 5 years ago. A time when Amelia wasn't sure what death was, but now, she knew because the same day she lost her mother, she had quite literally lost her father too.
"What is it?" Amelia asked, alarmed as she pulled up the blanket of her bed toward her chest. Her father never bothered her unless he wanted to bed fed.
"Get yer useless ass up. NOW!" He bellowed at her. The way he talked to her, Amelia quickly got up out of bed as he left her room and stumbled back out toward the front room.
Dressing rather quickly, Amelia followed her father out and was quickly grabbed by her father, who dragged her with a bruising grip to her arm. She asked him over and over where they were going, but he never answered. Instead he slapped Amelia across the face, telling her to be quiet.
She was at a lost to know what was happening until they reached the docks where all the ships that came in were settled at. He dragged her toward one of the rather bigger ships and yelled out that he was here to pay the captain his prize.