Life on the sea (3 more)

Vem annars skulle det vara då?

Det spelar ingen roll, men jag kände för det bara, men jag behöver verkligen inte det om det krånglar till saker.

EDIT:

Name: Carter Walkers
Age: 31 years
Looks: Carter has got ebony hair that goes in curls down his neck. It ends by the shoulders and he always keeps it tied up. His eyes are sea green and bright. They have small golden streaks in them which makes them glimmer in an enchanting way. He is handsome in a rough way. He is tall and kind of skinny. His black skin is showing the ribs and hipbones. He has got muscles, but isn't big.
History: He was born in a small pirate-town. His parents ran the local bar, and he was used to violence and hard words. Carter jumped on a ship when he was ten years old and hasn't looked back since. He made himself a carrier as a helmsman and turned out to be really good at it. He doesn't speak about his past with anyone and is by far a man of secrets, but sometimes he opens up to people he really do care about. He had a wife a long time ago, named Ana, whom he loved dearly, but when she died giving birth, he lost faith in mankind and did't even care about his daughter.
Personality: He's a quiet man who has got trust problems. He is quick and smart, but also a philistine person who is very determined about his opinions. He is complex and hard to understand, and he doesn't seem to have any good sides at all.
Other stuff: He's got a daughter named Martha, whom he doesn't care about one bit. The only person he ever loved was Ana, and his love hasn't faded away yet. He never even speaks to women, and therefore prefers to be at sea, where women are unusual.

Namn: Kimera (Paw)
Ålder: 13 years
Utseende: She was born with white hair and a mark shaped like a cats paw on here cheek, thereafter here nickname. She is kind of short and thin and her skin is pale. Her eyes are blue as the sky.
Bakgrund: Kimera was born by a slave woman who died just a few days after the birth. No one knew who the father was so Kimera went a slave aswell. When she was ten she was bought by the pirates and have been on their ship since.
Personlighet: She is quiet and weak. But she have inner strength that she have not used in years. She have been very lifeless in the last years.
Övrigt: -

The sky was full of clouds. A storm was coming in from the sea. Carter sighed and took a few steps to the left spo that his body was covered from the rain by a small shelter that was sitting over a stand that sold liqour. As he watched the rain pour down, he thought about the day that would come. He had a ship, or, he was part of the crew on a ship, but he wasn't sure if he would turn up. He didn't like the captain at all, but still, he hadn't got much money left. Suddenly he stopped caring about the rain and he walked out on the street. When he came to the bar he was staying at, his clothes were wet and heavy. He saw madame Silmounier in the window, and stepped inside.

I was not happy. Not at all.
The rain did never make me
happy. Stupid rain, I think while
I try to clean the window from
vomit's. The rain mix's up with
it and I can't see where to clean.

[Jag sade att de var i Tortuga, men det behöver de inte vara]

Madame Silmounier was a tall, beautiful woman. She had more class than almost every other person in Tortuga but wasn't judging. I respected her, which was more than I could say about most of the people I'd met in my days. She welcomed me with a polite nod, and I answered the favour by lifting an invincible hat of my head. After taken care of a customer, she came and said hello, hugged me and gave me the keys to room number eight. It had been my place since I was just a boy and Valerie's (Madame Silmounier's) mother owned it. I climbed the stairs and glanced at the one thing that always stayed the same. This is my home, I thought, looking at the view over the sea.

(Shit alltså, jag suger på engelska ibland. >.< Tror du att vi kan ta det på svenska?)

((Okej, om du tycker det så, men jag tycker inte att det verkar som att du är dålig på engelska ))

(Tack för det, haha. Nåja)

Jag var till slut klar med fönsterna och pustade ut. Jag undrade hur länge vi skulle stanna i hamnen innan vi gav oss av igen. Kaptenen hade inte lämnat sitt rum. Det verkade som om han lät besättningen roa sig. En vinglig, lång man vid namn Vipps snubblade förbi på svaga ben, full. "Gå till slavhuset med dig, du din...". Han avbröt sig för att spy. Jag hoppade förskräckt undan och sprang iväg över däcket.

"Carty?" Valeries röst var kvittrande och lekfull. Hin stövlade in i mitt rum så tidigt att solen inte hunnit gå upp. Jag öppnade sömnigt ögonen och mötte Valeries bruna blick.
"Upp med dig! Skeppet seglar av vid klockan elva!" Hon drog av den tunna filt jag använde som täcke och jag kände draget från fönstret.
"Valerie!" Skrek jag irriterat och hoppade upp. Hon flinade och struttade stolt ut ur rummet. Jag plockade ihop mina saker och lade ned dem i min sjömanssäck innan jag gick ned för trappan för att äta.