08-08-2006, 08:57 AM
It was just before dawn, and the Black Pearl was docked in Tortuga. It was unusually quiet out, and the only sounds were the creaking of the boats and the gentle splashing of the waves. The smells, though, were completely not gentle, what of vomit and blood.
Lovely, isn't it?
On the ship, a girl sat on the railing, handcuffed to it. Mostly because, well... She'd snuck on. And now she was in deep, deep trouble. Her hair was black, her eyes green, her skin pale, and her clothing cloth breeches and her shirt a sleeved vest with a high collar. It wasn't easy to tell she was a girl, except for the fact she'd forgotten to put on her hat.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!