Elizabeth Swann (i_hatecorsets) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-10-14 20:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | elizabeth swann, zoe washburne |
Gold (Open)
There was one thing about this City that Elizabeth didn't understand. Instead of Gold, they used paper. It seemed like an odd trade off. She liked the feel of gold in her hand. The height of it, the look of it. Sure, back in England they had writs of credit sometimes, but it was for gold. She enjoyed gold.
She missed gold.
So when she sat down at the counter of the bar she'd wandered into, as she was still on a rum kick, she demanded the city give her gold.
So the bartender laid a shot infront of her that was not rum. It was something that had gold flecks in it. It wasn't the same.
"All I want is one gold coin. Just to hold. Just to look at. Please." She begged no one. Took the shot up and gulped it down in a second flat. It wasn't rum, but it'd do.
She needed to get her hands on some gold. Maybe she really was a Pirate.