It was pouring outside a small pub, where a few sodden customers had come in for a late pick-me-up. It was 10:34 pm, and the bar will close in a couple hours. But since it was a hard-working time of year on this island, there were only six people in this shabby pub. The bartender cleaned some glasses, talking lowly to an old lady in a shawl while a man with hazy eyes and a tankard of beer in his hand four stools to the left of her, about ready to fall over from all the alcohol he’s already consumed. Another man, this one even older than the one at the bar sat in the corner swishing a vodka tonic in his bony hands, bald head gleaming in the dim light and his fragile frame shaking with effort to sit up straight. The fifth was a young girl, maybe eighteen with her smooth chin resting in her hand, a battered bag at her feet as she sat alone in a booth.
The last was a man named Doriko, a man of twenty-six and three quarters and a job too much for him. His wife was pregnant and was going through a phase, so he didn’t want to go home after a long day of hard work and hear her complaining. He loved her with all his heart, yes, but right now he just wanted peace. He swished his sake silently and sighed, glad for the peaceful atmosphere of this crummy bar.
“Excuse me.”
He snapped out of his thoughts and saw the young girl standing in front of him, her bag slung over her shoulder and a thick book clenched in her hands. “May I help you?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t help but noticed you’ve been here for quite a while, and was wondering if you can read this to me.” She indicated to the book in her hands.
Doriko reached over and tugged the book from her hands and saw the title, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Can’t you read it yourself?” He didn’t mean to sound rude or anything.
She shook her head, her bangs flopping under her hat, “I can’t.” she tilted her head up so I could catch a glimpse of the white bandages around her eyes.
“Oh! You’re hurt! Do you need help?” I needed to do something.
She shook her head again, “No, nothing at all, just read this.”
“If you’re blind, how could you have read the first six books?” I asked.
“I read them. This was from a recent accident,” she touched her bandages and smiled slightly, “I’m alright though, I’ll get better soon. Besides, I’m strong.”
“Well take a seat,” I was about to stand up to help her, but she waved me down. She pulled the chair out herself and sat down, putting her bag at her feet. “My friends read the first part to me, and I’m eager to see what happens next, but I had to leave.”
“Okay, where are you?” I opened the book.
“Chapter eighteen, page 350,” she stated, having memorized it.
I looked over and smiled. Just be the way she dressed, the way she came up to me and asked me to read her a book, I can tell she’s an interesting girl.
“Before I start, may I ask what your name is?” I asked, opening the book to the proper page, where it showed a picture of Harry looking sadly down over his broken wand. I have read these series, and it was pretty good.
“Oh, just call me Rhythm.”
“I’m Doriko.” I said, then started reading, “’The sun was coming up: The pure, colorless vastness of the sky stretched over him, indifferent to him and his suffering. Harry sat down in the tent entrance and took a deep breath . . .”
To be continued . . .
A Pirate’s Heart Facts:
-The blue torches in the castle that Witch lit was fire with higher electromagnetic spectrum (ultraviolet rays)
-After Rhythm’s eyes healed her vision was never quite as good as it was before, therefore she got glasses for reading and such
-The tattoos under Rhythm’s eye represent insanity
-Miss Jasminez died that day because of Nami. Her funeral was held with the remaining Vine Pirate member(s)
-Witch would have survived . . . if he didn’t land in the ocean
-Clanford arranged the funerals
-Saito went into a coma after the electrical shock, turning into a tomato.
-Sterling died
-Sapphire was locked up in an insane asylum. He was found in the weapons room of the castle mumbling stuff about demons and naked men with carrots for weapons.
-Leslie fled. That coward.
-Tsuru Army went bye-bye
-The weapon was never destroyed, but instead was made into a nice decoration for the palace entrance hall.
-Rhythm can play any string instrument, including the piano. I can’t produce the image of her puffing into a tuba.
-The Halloween after, Rhythm dressed as Bellatrix Lestrage from Harry Potter
- Usopp successfully managed to ship Zoro and Rhythm.
COMING SOON!
-“Promised War” a short two to three- shot sequel to “A Pirate’s Heart”
-“A Pirate’s Soul” book two to A Pirate’s Heart Trilogy
now i need to tell you something. ever since i first joined this site as XxImmortalsKissxX I never finished a novel. this is my very first and im proud to say this is one of my proudest pieces. if you're reading this now, then you should know how lucky you are. I will one day be one of the greatest novelists in the world and this gives me practice. thank you everyone who have stuck with me the entire time, those who started when I was half-way done, and those who will read it years after i posted this. "A Pirate's Heart" will forever be the first book i finished, and Immortals Kiss will forever be the first novel i officially publish.
Thank you for all your support. When im rich and famous, I'll thank you again, even if you can't hear me :)
BTW im going to live in a Victorian mansion with cherry trees and have an army of pink plastic lawn flamingos in my front lawn. and a marimo farm in my living room. ill start breading them! yes, Emily's Marimo Palace . . . I can see it now.
Anyway stay tuned for the next books!