Another update :) angsty, angsty, angst, so prepare yourselves.
El Muelle De San Blas - Mana
She was beautiful, the prettiest woman their town had ever seen. Her long brown hair, large, wide eyes that seemed to look deep into your soul whenever she chose to look your way, and pouting red lips that hardly ever smiled. She was like a goddess shrouded in pain, her lithe body swaying softly beneath the pale moonlight; every night she would wait in the same spot, the light sea breeze spraying her porcelain skin with salty water, she'd been waiting for ten years in that bleak spot near the docks.
Everyone had their own speculation as to why the pretty waitress from the teahouse with the sad eyes went to that spot every night, gossip ran rampant but never were cruel words spoken about her; but the rumors were as colorful as they were untrue. Some said she was desperate for a life at sea but could never muster the courage to set sail, others said she waited for her long lost love; a prince from a faraway land that had promised to one day come for her. Very few people in town knew the real reason as to why the pretty waitress felt the need to watch the ships dock and leave port every night.
Many years had passed since the woman, then girl had flitted into town, she had been such a firecracker and cute to boot. But she hadn't been alone, not in the beginning; she went into town with a pirate, a harsh looking man with blue bands around his wrists and ankles that branded his law-breaking ways. People had been wary of the man, his eyes were feral and every move he made was done with such deliberate languor that you never knew when he might snap. The first time they'd seen him in action was when a couple of thugs had passed through town, they had been insistent and forceful toward the girl. Nonetheless it came to a screeching halt when the pirate took notice and in the blink of an eye he'd cut down three of the thugs while sending the two others on their way. The gentle way the vagrant took hold of the girl's hands, the way he delicately inspected her to see if there had been any damage done had greatly surprised the people who'd witnessed his raw power; the man was in love and it was clear to anyone who was there.
The two settled into a domestic routine, she would take shifts at the teahouse and he would work the docks; his years as a pirate coming in handy when dealing with rough sailors and stingy fishermen. The pair could be seen around town walking hand in hand, the girl chattering cheerfully while the ex-pirate made faces at anyone who dared call the couple adorable. He built her a house near the sea's edge and every day she would wait for him near the docks after work so the two could make their way home together.
The girl was very pretty indeed but the same could be said for the man. He was beautiful in an animalistic sort of way; his eyes promised thrilling debauchery while the rest of him just shouted masculinity. Everything about him was primal, his hair was wild, his skin the color of bronze, his wild grins and even the way he seemed to saunter everywhere he went; all fluid movement with more than a hint of promised danger beneath the surface. And everyone seemed to notice this; the men gave him respect while many of the women would blush furiously whenever he was in the vicinity. But he never had eyes for anyone else; no one except the feisty waitress put that look in his eyes.
All seemed well until one particular stormy day when the girl ran into the teahouse, tears streaming down her face as the storm outside raged on. She was sobbing hysterically, the pirate begging for her permission, her forgiveness, anything.
"Go then," she shrieked, "They're going to get you killed, don't they know you're not a pirate anymore?" she was desperate, grasping at straws because he could be just as stubborn as she was.
"I'm not going to die," he said, a calloused finger wiping the tears from her cheek, "have some faith in me will ya?"
Something in his words must have made her realize that was he said was a promise because she took the hand that was stroking her face and gave it a gentle kiss. He gave her one last grin and walked out of the teahouse, a somber expression on his face. Someone should have told the couple that promises should not be made on such tempestuous weather.
The days turned into weeks and the weeks into long, long, years and the pirate never returned; the woman cried many tears but nothing she did could ever bring him back. She never took another lover and she spent her lonely days in their little house, and one day she began going to docks to wait for the piece of her heart she lost to the sea; but that was many years ago and nowadays new faces and younger people knew nothing of the waitress and her pirate. They thought she was crazy but even if it takes her forever, she'll wait because he's bound to return to her someday.