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THE OUTCAST Author: xoxthedreamer Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Except my own character and a few other…stuff. Summary: A modern 21st century outcast sleeps soundlessly in a quiet bar called The Faithful Bride, located at a spit of land called Tortuga. Tortuga, a land where outcasts wander, whores roam the streets looking for a decent man to pay their troubles, and low-life people live merrily, but life in Tortuga is silent yet vile with many secrets. She awakens to find herself in a not-so-quiet bar anymore. Author's Note: I, the author otherwise known as xxmidnightstar, provide you a story. Not just a story of any other name, but one that has its twists and turns just like other stories, but I believe this one is different. * * * * * CHAPTER 1 John stares off to the distance and looks around him. People were walking about, minding their own business. It was a chilly day in the Caribbean, reminding him of rainy days in good old London. He sighed. He missed London, a place where people have the same accent. People here look at him weird whenever he talked, but he couldn’t care less. John looked around again. “I tell ya Rob. She’s not here. I swear she’s a magician. Disappear into thin air, she does. Kind of annoying really.” “Kind of annoying? It is annoying John! You know how badly we need that price over her god damn head!” Rob snapped. “Watch your mouth, boy!” John retorted. Rob breathed out of his nose. It relaxed him a little. He hated when that sad excuse of living girl would disappear. He needed that girl. They needed the girl. He closed his eyes shut for a moment and opened them to find John looking around for that annoying outlaw. Rob shook his head. Why won’t just the outlaw give up? It would be much easier for both him and his brother and that pest. “Come on, John. We should take a break. Here, how about this bar. The Dying Lady. It sounds very promising.” John let out a sigh and shook his head. “No, Robbie. By the time we’re done from that bar, she’s probably gone.” Rob knew what happens when he used that nickname on him. It meant that he was annoyed. Or tired, but still Rob pressed on, “Aw, come on! It’ll just be for a little bit. Come on, my treat.” John sighed again and looked around one last time. “Sure why not?” * * * They were right behind you. Those idiots. When will they every stop? Can’t they see you were so much better than them? You let out a chuckle. Running hard towards the crowd, your hair whipping behind you and your duffel bag hitting your left hip, you hit a couple of people while saying sorry behind you. You kept on running until you reached the busy crowd. You walked through them in hopes to lose the people chasing. Looking behind you, you smirked as you realized that you lost them. Man, they were easy to outrun. Those men have been chasing you for weeks now. You sighed as you realized how just tired you are. Looking to the left, you saw the bar The Dying Lady. Walking inside, you sat at a table in the middle, ordering a drink. * * * Half an hour later… “Ah, crap,” you muttered under your breath as you look who just came in the entrance. Bounty hunters, or more like, outlaw hunters, or those men chasing you a while back. Just to say, they weren’t friendly. They more like a pain in the behind. You bite your lip as you thought of an easy escape route without going near those outlaw hunters. While squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a weary sigh. They’ve been chasing you all around the port today. Frankly, you were irritated by them. ‘When would does annoying pests stop bothering me?’ you thought. “They would stop bothering us when we just turn ourselves in, you bloody dull outlaw! Jeez, do I have to state the obvious to you every time? Considering we have a huge price over our head, everyone will be looking for us!” your conscious said. ‘Ahh, shut up!’ “I was just stating the obvious, you idiot. We can’t hide from forever you know!” your conscious nagged. ‘Well, I could have figured that out by myself, thank you very much!’ you snapped back. Making a growling sound in your throat and rubbing your aching temple, you thought of a quick escape. As you thought of a plan, the bounty hunters sat themselves down in the back corner, ordering some drinks. There were two of them. One was a younger man with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He was tall and well built. ‘What was his name again? John…Johnny…Bob…Jack…Robbie….ah! Robert! That was the one!’ you thought while grinning. “You’re so stupid at some times,” your conscious said dryly. You growled deeply, chasing your stupid-head-spinning conscious away. The other bounty hunter was his brother, a man in his upper 20s. He was a few inches taller than his brother. He was lean and mean. His name, John, or as you like to taunt him, Johnny boy. He had jet black hair and dark green eyes. You sighed. What would you do anyways? It was just a bar with quiet people drinking and enjoying girls who were in their laps. Imagining a light bulb turning on, you muttered, “Eureka!” Remembering this was a low-life bar in the Caribbean with low-life people, meaning prostitutes or wenches or whatever floats your boat, you grabbed a “pleasurable company” walking by, and who happened to be an acquaintance of yours, in the elbow and leaned up to her ear. “I heard those men in the back left corner have had a rough time. Mind giving them some nice company, Isabella? I also heard they have a lot to offer in their pockets,” you said, grinning to her. She returned the favor with a small smile. You met Isabella a few months back from an almost abuse from her boyfriend. Apparently her boyfriend didn’t appreciate her being a prostitute. So you kick him at his glory and broke his nose. After that, Isabella would treat you to a drink or two. She was wearing red lingerie with black laces with high black boots. Her hair was in curls and her make up, light. She had brown hair with bright, green eyes. “No problem, Miss Adri,” she smoothly said, sauntering away towards another prostitute. The other prostitute that Isabella got was Amy. Despite Isabella being your friend, you despised Amy. She was unpleasant and a real nuisance in the butt. Amy had light blonde hair, green eyes, and was very skinny. She held a snobbish air around her that annoyed you and she knew that her attitude towards you could infuriate you. Isabella whispered something to Amy’s ear. Her green eyes traveled to you. Sneering at you for a moment, you let your gaze go to the floor for a moment. You looked back at her seeing that she was occupied to the plan. She let out a giggle and smirked. Amy’s eyes travel to you once more. Much to your surprise she gave you a wink and a friendly smile. It didn’t reach her eyes, though. Then she gave you thumbs up. Both Isabella and Amy swayed towards the victims. You chuckled as the two men began to be distracted. Leaving some money on the table and finishing your drink, you put your black cloak on and your duffel back over your shoulders. You got out of the bar but not before you glanced over to the two bounty hunters that were completely distracted by the two prostitutes in their laps. You came out of the bar and leaned against the brick wall, you fished something out of your coat pocket and look over at it. It was a one way ticket to your new freedom on a ferry. It was to set sail in an hour and a half from Port-de-Paix to Cayona. The man who sold his to ticket to you in a reasonable price, had told you that Cayona was heavily guarded with police men and bounty hunters and not a place for girls like her. Hah, if only he knew. You know that it would be going to your own death trap because of all the police and bounty hunters, but Cayona is freedom and the thing you wanted most is freedom. The outskirts of Cayona are where outcasts wander, whores roam the streets looking for a decent man to pay their troubles, and low-life people live merrily without any huge problems. Grinning at the thought of no bounty hunters chasing you at Cayona, you realized you’re gonna be free soon. Sighing, you walked to the beach near the port. It was not a typically day at the Caribbean today. It was chilly with a strong wind. You looked around to see less people before you came into the bar. There were crates of food especially fruits and vegetables. There were kids playing around with toy cars or swords pretending to be buccaneers or just plain old’ hide and seek. You smiled at one boy who almost crashed into you. He muttered an apology and ran away. Reaching the sand, you took off your shoes and socks off and sat against the palm tree. You closed your eyes for moment, enjoying the peaceful moment. You felt happy and at peace every time you were near a beach. It always calmed you. With the waves slapping the warm sound was a sound of a lullaby that put you to sleep. You stood up and put your socks and shoes back on. Half walking, half running, you gave your ticket to lady to get on board on the ferry. She looks at you with her pale blue eyes. “Sandy Burns?” she said, suspiciously. “Yap that’s me. I’m a tourist from England. Got out of rainy London and came out to the sunny Caribbean, I did. Yes, that’s me. Sandy Burns.” You said smiling. Faking your name and your accent and your history wasn’t that hard, you’ve done it many time before. “Oh lovely! I’ve always wanted to meet someone from England! How lucky am I today? With a British accent too!” She giggled. “The names Sammie by the way.” She added with a grin. You faked a smile. Sammie gave you your ticket and piece of paper with a number. “If you’re ever in these parts again, please contact me!” She waved goodbye and helped the next customer. You walked up the steps leading to the Lucky Star and went inside a room where a lot of people were already seated. There was a food court inside with arcade and some pool tables and a bar in the very back. You sat right next to the window and rummaged through your duffel bag, waiting for the stupid ferry to go. * * * “An hour left until we reach Cayona. Until then, you can wander around and visit the food court area. Thank you,” the lady in the speaker said. You sighed as you took off your earphones and put your iPod back into your duffel bag. You got up and walked over to the food court, with your duffel bag close to your side. Looking at the menu, you drummed your fingers on the strap of your bag. Finally deciding on a hot chocolate and a pretzel, you looked at the counter to find other food items to go like, chips, chocolate bars, water, etc. “Hi, may I help the next person in line please?” the guy said behind the cashier. “Um, can I have hot chocolate, a pretzel, two bags of (your favorite chips), 5 chocolate bars, and four bottles of water, please?” The guy, whose name was Mark that said in the tag, nodded slowly as if you were an alien saying “What do you need so much food for?” and fixed a tray of the food you ordered. You looked over the cashier screen seeing how much money you had to pay for. You gave it to him and gave you the receipt. Grabbing the tray, you say your thanks and a nod for a goodbye. Mark smiles warmly and turns away. Walking slowly to a new table, you put the tray down and dropped your duffel back next to you. You put the extra food inside and you sipped the hot chocolate. Ripping off a piece of the pretzel, a bark next to you caught your attention. “Oh I’m sorry. My dog ran off before I could get a chance to grab him. Really sorry, miss.” You looked up to at him to see warm brown orbs. Smiling you replied, “Oh, that’s okay. I’m a dog kind of person.” He smiled and sticks his right arm out, “My name is James.” Shaking it lightly, you told your name, “I’m Sandy.” [AN1] “Once again, I’m truly sorry,” James apologizes. Shaking your head, “No, really. It’s okay.” He smiles and nods a goodbye. Looking back at his retreating form, you narrowed your eyes in suspicion. James looked vaguely familiar. A bit too familiar. He sat down next to a girl with blonde hair and a beach tan. Looking over at James, he was wearing a black t-shirt with a white long sleeve underneath with vintage looking jeans, and some black converse sneakers. He had his black hair messy and it stood up in different directions and his eyes were dark brown. You looked away and decided not to linger on it any longer. Minutes later, the pretzel was finished and there was only a half left of the hot chocolate. You looked over at the window and let its beauty relax you. The Caribbean was truly beautiful and relaxing. There were gray clouds that made it seem dreary yet relaxing. You smiled and thought, ‘I’m almost free.’ Finishing your hot chocolate you put it on your tray with the box where the pretzel was and left it on your table to be picked up later. You sat on your chair with legs spread out underneath your table. You looked around and absorb everything around you. Kids were nagging their parents to buy this, buy that. You grinned as the husband squeezed his eyes shut while letting out an exasperated breath. He mumbled something and shook his head. The kid looked dismayed. A second later the mother came to the table with a tray filled with food and little action figures on it. The boy grinned and scooped the action figures with his hands and started to make comical faces and by the looks of his mouth, he was making weird noises as well. You chuckled, amused by the little boy. You looked away to find James looking at you. Once your eyes met his brown ones, a shiver goes down your spine. He freaked you out. He saw your expression and added another effect; he gives you a nasty grin. You grimaced and looked away. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have arrived to your destination. I hoped your stay at the Lucky Star was adequate. Thank you.” TBC... * * * * * [AN1]: Your true name is Adrianna. Living as outlaw meant you had to cover your identity. Author’s Note: I hope you liked this one. I know there is no “real” action in here, but I did the best that I could. Leave me a review! |