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As with many things seen from a distance (particularly buildings though), The Faithful Bride Inn was much bigger up close, and was nearly bursting at the seams with patrons, just as bad if not worse than the place he ran away from. Stowed away from to be specific. He pushed open the heavy wooden door, the ting! of the little door-bell lost in the tsunami of chattering, raucous cackles of both men and women, shouts for refills, and the occasional snatch of song, which was sometimes joined by the group at the table of the inspired singer, or the little, lone voice sang on it’s own a few bars, then faded away. Jack looked around trying to find an empty table, and gave up after two good scans of the room. And, if it’s this full down here, he thought, there’s probably no hope of getting a room for the night. To tell the truth, he was relieved that there was no place for him here. It was just another way to tie himself do
A Dark and Stormy NightLightening and thunder continued their endless debate across the night sky. Spidery white cracks zigzagged across the dark firmament, illuminating it into a surreal bastardization of day. The ramshackle buildings, the beach, all eight fishing boats and one merchant ship in the harbour, as well as the small group of sailors employed on aforementioned merchant ship all were clothed in the neon purple light for an instant. It had scarcely faded before an ear-splitting crash of thunder caused some of the men to flinch and all of them to curse.More Like This
A typical night on the island of Tortuga, the year of grace 17- , when sailors have found a stowaway aboard and are making their way to the nearest magistrate in the middle of a storm.
One burly, bearded rogue, who appeared to be the leader of the bunch, hammered rudely on the door of the office of the honourable Judge Daniel Webster Esq. His honour was somewhat of a prodigy of law at the tender age of sixteen winters, but now over two score years la