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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Oct 11, 2012 19:43:03 GMT -5
Arthur Kirkland sighed in relief as he walked off The Ater. Home sweet home. He wanted to kiss the dock as his foot took a step on the piece of wood connecting to land. Everything looked the same to him; poverty, the smokey smell of cigars, the local 'whores' strutting through the streets, giving the young blond male suggestive looks as he passed by.
As he shrugged them off, he walked over to the nearest Tavern, taking a stool at the bar table. "Oi! 1 scotch please! Thank you!" He turned and watched the locals go about their day; constantly complaining and whining about how they have no money, food, or a home. A little fight broke out in the back corner, making the lifeless place breathe for entertainment. Arthur chuckled at their nonsense and shook his head.
That would have been him if he hadn't join the pirates. He was still angry about his position of the ship; That stupid, flirtatious frog. Now was his time to relax before setting off to sea again. Watching these people kind of made him want to go back and smell the ocean. Oh, how he misses that smell already. He has no life here anymore.
"Here's your drink, sir." The bartender set the drink down and slides it over to the young Kirkland child. The said man turn around. "Thank you." With that said, he took a sip, continuing to watch the other civilians, can't help noticing the desperate 'ladies' eying him from afar.
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