‘ don’t listen to them. ’ | Billy to Abigail

{ Don’t Starters }

“It’s rather hard not to when they are being ever so loud about it Mister Billy,” Abigail pointed out, sounding more annoyed than frightened by her encounter. She really had come to form a great deal of faith in the men who had drawn her safely from Charlestown in the wake of her father’s great betrayal – but not everyone on Nassau was so familiar. Some, like this latest crew from Panama, were just pure trouble. 

“I think I may need to take a few days off from the brothel, at least until this crew clears out.” As much as she hated leaving her friends there to less invested waitresses, she knew they could handle themselves among such rowdy and demanding men far better than she could – especially considering their rampant inability to understand not all women in the brothel served only food and drink, and never anything more. 

She looked over at him then, smiling, “I’m not as afraid as I used to be – but some of the things those men say! Do such statements ever work outside a brothel, where they pay to have their boorish manners overlooked?”