Ailis
resident chicken nugget
Niamh paused from her cleaning when she noticed a hand wave through the air. She cocked a brow, straightening up as Twila requested another drink. "If you'd like to scavenge a mug from this mess," she gestured toward the broken glass that littered the floor, "then be my guest." There were still a few glasses left, but Niamh wasn't exactly keen on having the rest of them smashed to pieces before Hector from the tavern across town was able to bring them some new ones.
"You might be off tonight, anyway, if you're joining that crew. There's bound to be ale on board if it's Victor's ship," Niamh looked at the knocked out man, "and if you would, please help get that poor lad out of here; having a bunch of knocked out pirates is not very good for business."
She took her place back behind the bar, using a cloth to wipe off some of the spilled ale from the wooden surface. As usual, Niamh paid no mind when Victor sat down in front of her. He often pestered her when she was behind the bar and it normally ended with her smacking him across the face with whatever object she was using to clean at that moment (he's gotten hit in the face with quite a few brooms). However, her eyes shot up as soon as he mentioned her mother. "You're lying," she countered, but as awful as she found Victor, she knew he was no liar.
"I've no place on a pirate ship, Victor." But his words were still enough to convince her she needed some way to get off of Nassau. "Maybe I'll get the bastard to drop me off in England with Kenn," she noticed said bastard sitting a little way further down the bar. "Oi! I'll join your crew."
As soon as Haytham accepted them, Jimmy let out a groan and pulled his arm from Diego's hands. "Mate," he turned to the smaller teen, "I'm going to die." Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He as going to hurl. Throwing up was a bit of defense mechanism for the lad, and he also probably had the weakest stomach in all of the Caribbean. How was he supposed to survive the rocking of a ship?
"You're awful," were his last words to Diego before he took off to the dock and released the contents of his stomach into the sea. There was another teen there, Jimmy thought that he heard him introduce himself as Alexander, and he happened to throw up right in front of him. He heaved again, clutching his stomach with his hand. His face was bright red once again, but that time it was from a mixture of embarrassment and from the force of him puking.
He stood there for a moment, slouched over with his hands grasping onto his knees and gasped for some breath. "I'm sorry," he blinked up at Alexander, "I didn't really have time to go anywhere else." His cheeks burned.
"You might be off tonight, anyway, if you're joining that crew. There's bound to be ale on board if it's Victor's ship," Niamh looked at the knocked out man, "and if you would, please help get that poor lad out of here; having a bunch of knocked out pirates is not very good for business."
She took her place back behind the bar, using a cloth to wipe off some of the spilled ale from the wooden surface. As usual, Niamh paid no mind when Victor sat down in front of her. He often pestered her when she was behind the bar and it normally ended with her smacking him across the face with whatever object she was using to clean at that moment (he's gotten hit in the face with quite a few brooms). However, her eyes shot up as soon as he mentioned her mother. "You're lying," she countered, but as awful as she found Victor, she knew he was no liar.
"I've no place on a pirate ship, Victor." But his words were still enough to convince her she needed some way to get off of Nassau. "Maybe I'll get the bastard to drop me off in England with Kenn," she noticed said bastard sitting a little way further down the bar. "Oi! I'll join your crew."
As soon as Haytham accepted them, Jimmy let out a groan and pulled his arm from Diego's hands. "Mate," he turned to the smaller teen, "I'm going to die." Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He as going to hurl. Throwing up was a bit of defense mechanism for the lad, and he also probably had the weakest stomach in all of the Caribbean. How was he supposed to survive the rocking of a ship?
"You're awful," were his last words to Diego before he took off to the dock and released the contents of his stomach into the sea. There was another teen there, Jimmy thought that he heard him introduce himself as Alexander, and he happened to throw up right in front of him. He heaved again, clutching his stomach with his hand. His face was bright red once again, but that time it was from a mixture of embarrassment and from the force of him puking.
He stood there for a moment, slouched over with his hands grasping onto his knees and gasped for some breath. "I'm sorry," he blinked up at Alexander, "I didn't really have time to go anywhere else." His cheeks burned.