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Post by Hope Ridd on Dec 10, 2006 13:05:01 GMT -5
At times, Hope was asked to perform at the bar in Tortuga where she worked, usually when the place was packed. She shrugged as she was asked by her owner to perform that night. Looking around, she ignored the many gropings and calls towards her as she stood atop the bar. Looking at the man with the fiddle in the corner, she nodded, signaling him to start. Opening her mouth, she began to sing:
There once was I girl, I met her,
she said she was awefully shy,
He got on one knee and asked her to be
his lovely, lovely wife.
Shy, shy, shy, shy,
Oh I'm so shy,
Incredibly shy,
Shy shy shy shy,
Oh I can't help it I'm awefully shy!
There once was a girl, I met her,
she said she was awefully shy,
He got on one knee and she had slapped he
and told him that he ought to die.
Shy, shy, shy, shy,
Oh I'm so shy,
Incredibly shy,
Shy shy shy shy,
Oh I can't help it I'm awefully shy!
There once was a girl, I met her,
she said she was awefully shy,
I know it was she, for she happened to be
that lovely sister of mine!
Shy, shy, shy, shy,
Oh I'm so shy,
Incredibly shy,
Shy shy shy shy,
Oh I can't help it I'm awefully shy!
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Post by Peter S. Redman on Dec 13, 2006 2:02:06 GMT -5
Peter sat at the back of the bar. He needed to find a way to Port Royal and he needed to find a Captain to take him, Elizabeth and Kailani there. He was sitting there thinking, while also flirting with the waitress, when he was a girl stand up on the bar.
Peter watched the pirates grope at her and shook his head. Now they are true scallwags, he thought. To treat a women like that is just horrible. Then the girl began to sing and Peter looked up into her eyes. Peter got lost in her song, for she had a wonderful voice. Peter seemed slightly in a trance and then suddenly fell out of it, when the waitress he'd been flirting with stood in the way of the girl.
"Another beer, sir?" She raised and eyebrow and Peter mumbled something, so she would bounce away. She turned away snottily and stormed into the kitchen. Peter stood up and walked to wards the bar. He leaned on one of the walls, looking up at the singing girl, sparkles in his eyes.
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Post by Hope Ridd on Dec 14, 2006 8:06:06 GMT -5
Hope smiled slightly and gave an irish-looking curtsy-bow combination that an irish immigrant had once taught her to do. Turning to the bar owner, she looked at him with large, hopeful blue eyes, pleading that she get off 'stage'. The bar owner shook his head and made a twirling movement with his fingers, then pointed up.
Second song from the top.
Hope sighed, turning back to face her expectant audience, trying to ignore the staring and groping directed at her. She smiled and tapped her foot, the fiddle beginning to pick up the tune. She opened her mouth and began to sing:
What is sweeter, tell me,
Than a pretty rose?
Fragrant in its beauty,
Loveliest flow’r that grows.
Rose, rose, rose,
Prettiest flow’r that grows,
Emblem of love that came from heaven,
Through which a Savior, Christ, was given;
Rose, rose, rose,
Not till the whole world knows
Of my dear Savior King,
Will I cease to sing,
Sweet rose, rose, rose.
If a rose could whisper,
Could it, think you, tell
Of that blessed country
Where the angels dwell?
Jesus, keep me ever
Like unto this flow’r—
Pure and sweet and modest,
Every day and hour.
Hope gave one last smile, did her little bow and hopped off of the bar, trying to get as fast as she could through the mob of men. Apparently, not fast enough, for she managed to have the smallest part of the lower half of her skirt ripped off. She sighed and leaned against the wall, resting her head on her hand and taking in a shaky breath. She had though about getting something to drink, but, being sensible as she was, though not always had been, and decided against it. She looked around at the men in the bar, a few still staring at her. She shook her head, wondering why she still worked here...
Boarding, pay.... boarding. she reminded herself with a sigh.
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Post by Peter S. Redman on Dec 17, 2006 18:20:13 GMT -5
Peter watched to women get down from the bar and saw her skirt rip. He laughed a bit and was seriously thinking of walked up to her and talking to her. Peter couldn't think of anything to say. Hello there, He thought to himself. I'm Peter, what's your name? Then he got up his courage and walked over to her.
"H-hello," He said kind of shakily. "Your singing was wonderful," He said, hoping he wasn't making a fool of himself. He looked down at the ground and then looked up at her with his pale blue eyes. "Would you like a drink?"
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