[center][color=c4df9b][h2]Bridget Josephine McGalley[/h2][/color][/center]
[i]Interacting with:[/i] [@Psycho Sushi]
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Thankfully, the shopping time was done quickly, everything arraged to get to the ship tomorrow morning for a reasonable fee, and the light was still shining, giving the two girls more than enough time to enjoy some freedom on land before getting back. Even if Bridget loved travelling and living on a ship, she still enjoyed moments like this, discovering a new place and having some drinks that were not rum. 

She followed the cartographer through crowded streets, pirates and merchants moving around and shouting, a fight for attention. They walked next to lots of small wooden cabins, looking wet and sloppy, as was usual in this kind of village. But soon a bigger building got the Scottish' attention, a building made of stone and painted in a bright white, even though it would need some fresh painting soon. 

Inside, there was more than enough people to compete with the crowded streets. Gloomy and dark, this was just the kind of place Bridget's father only visited when making very specific business: illegal. He never showed her places like this one, leaving her at the ship in charge of others, but a few times she was able to escape and follow him around. One time he caught her, teaching her just another lesson. [i]Money doesn't really understand about honor or law, honey. It's a game with flexible rules, and cheating is allowed as long as you are clever enough not to mess it up[/i]. Probably his wisest words. 

[color=c4df9b]"Oh, better not"[/color] she answered, sitting at the table and ignoring the drunken singing of a group further by the corner. [color=c4df9b]"Wouldn't want to get kicked out of the place for throwing a man down the stairs"[/color]. She turned slightly, watching what the other people were drinking, and trying to guess if something would be good for her taste. But anything was better than watered down rum again. [color=c4df9b]"I guess I'll try the wine too. "[/color]