The teachings of Amelia

[zydrate]

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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.

 

[LeonGreybeard]

He sat quietly at the small desk in his cabin, patiently checking and rechecking the list of items he intended to pick up in Boston. Plenty of salt beef, water, new french muskets of the latest design. Various items of cordage and sailcloth. Copper sheets for the next careening. All in all, he could stay at sea for at least three weeks after they reached the spanish main. More than enough time to secure a prize or two. And four new canon fitted stem and stern to surprise the old ships of the line the Spaniards used that had to fire broadside.

The only unpleasant part of the visit had been playing cards with that drunk blacksmith. He'd thought to fleece him but in a moment of weakness agreed to taking the blacksmith's daughter sight unseen as surety on £1000. The old man swore she was a virgin. How the hell would he know? Capt. Black wanted to sail on the tide in two hours. And the smith was nowhere to be seen. Black wanted his £1000.

Just as he was wondering if he had to send his first mate and a couple of hands to collect his debt, he heard a commotion and scuffled feet out side his cabin door. And a woman's voice. Screaming. Yelling.