“Poor sods bought it.
A one eyed lizard said with an oddly British inflection. No literally… The woman was small, had an eye patch, was teal, and scaled. Yet as astonished as the rest of the tavern had been. She was more astonished that the establishment was offering them a hero’s welcome. Her eye lid blinked sideways and her mouth agape. She attempted to pose as if she too were part of the crew for free drinks. Maybe the smell of rum would be enough to rid her of the stench of defeat and salt.
You see the lady dragged herself in here from almost being brought low. She hated water, not that she couldn’t swim, but she was cold blooded. The chill of the ocean easily would make her sick. She was as wet as the creatures the fish mongers brought in. She hated this feeling… All prickles and barbed wire was she. Understandably for someone who had just been blinded and came in with a fresh patch made purely out of the instinct to survive. Yet no one in the bar would know that.
The irony she laughed at the antics of the supposed “Captain.” A small hissing wheeze at the crowd and how they believed spoken works of fiction. How she loved them, silly little works of fiction written on parchment and bound in leather. Something she aspired to once do and yet that seemed so far away now. She slumped over the wood of the counter and soon her wetness made it slippery. It was bound to make some drunken and angry ass hole annoyed enough to swing.
The fortune spoken of by the other party was probably only contrasted by how unlucky she was. She took a sip of her ill gotten goods once she got them from the bartender.
“Tell us another, please!”
She asked kindly to the woman from across the way. She raised her glass to anything. She didn’t expect the woman to actually do it. She half expected to get called out for the drink. Still she appreciated the small respite her stories offered to the weary lizard.
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