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p o p p e t ♥
a whisper in the wind
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Penpal
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12-29-2011, 03:29 AM
Being the kind of girl she was, Devin managed to stay out of sight for the most part. As soon as they set sail, she was throwing her small bag of personal belongings onto a cot with a large sigh. She was relived to have a bed to sleep in and a ship to sail on again, even if it was under a man rather than her own. One day, she thought to herself.
Devin wore a satin dress. It was sexy from afar, but up close, you could see stains and rips that months of sewing and washing in bathroom sinks couldn't repair. It was the dress she wore as she trolled the streets of Tortuga, waiting for drunken men to approach her with money and steer her somewhere private. Unfortunately for them, Devin made for a really crappy whore. Instead of sleeping with any of them, she would knock out the ones who didn't already pass out immediately, steal anything valuable, and be on her way. So the dress was perfect for luring in the drunken slimeballs of Tortuga, but now, it just seemed silly.
Looking down at herself, Devin felt relieved to be in a position where she would never have to wear this thing again to get her hands on the treasures she desired. She'd had to knee her way through one too many perverted crotches in her time, and now things were finally looking up.
Making her way to the main deck, Devin found a place away from the commotion to lean against the wood of the beautifully crafted ship and stare out over the ocean. Her blonde hair was messy, pulled back atop her head, her steel gray eyes lined with makeup that she was also glad to be free of once again. Her skin was tanned from months of being in the streets, and a lifetime of being near the ocean. She wore a pair of brown leather boots and a gun, that stayed strapped to her inner thigh, hidden beneath the dress. She certainly looked fair and innocent, but looks can be deceiving.
Her steel gray eyes watched out over the ocean as she wondered where they were headed first. She wondered about the Blackbeard below deck and she wondered how true of a pirate she would end up being by the time this was over, after all, she wanted treasures, but she had morals. She closed her eyes. Did she have morals? Maybe, but Devin decided at that moment she would do whatever it took to ensure they got to that treasure and that she get her hands on it.
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