Gentleman
Captain Smith came into the room. All people silenced. Only Mary Martinez stood up.
“May I help you, sir?”, she whispered.
“Rum”, he said, “Two glasses.”
She went to the bar and ordered their best rum. The bartender handed her the glasses with trembling arms.
“Here you are, sir.”
He got just one of them and didn’t say a word.
“The other glass, sir?”, Mary asked.
“Sit down”, he dragged a chair to his table, “this one is for you, miss.”
Mary looked around and did what she was told to. Everybody was looking at her. She raised her glass.
“God bless you, sir”, she blinked, “first gentleman to enter this place in ages…”
“Nah”, he drank his rum at once, “I’m no gentleman, miss. Just want you to have something warm inside when I kill you.”
And Captain Smith drew his sword before her very eyes.
Robertson Frizero Barros
