fifty nine

The inn the pirate had taken me to didn't look anything like an inn, it looked like a strip club, that didn't seem to be from the past, present or future, it looked like it was from all of them. There were furs that served as rugs, table cloth and curtains and round tables where men stay on, there were dancing girls that were sexy but it all seemed surreal.

From another dimension and time.

“Spirits?." The pirate asked me.

“Sure." I reply him and he called a waitress holding a tray of wooden cups.

I took a sip of the spirit and it was more stronger than the ones on earth and it's flavour was more.. intense. You could feel the burn and the sweetness and you'd want more.

“It's good i'nnit?." The pirate asked me.

“Sure, it's good." I tell him

“Master, care for a dance?." A girl with coffee brown hair that striked a difference with her golden eyes approached me, asking.

“I don't want to dance." I say to her hoping that she'll scurry away.

She didn't stop dancing, she ke
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