I beg your pardon, Sir. Would you like to hear the simple story of Cupid’s Requiem? It’s a short tale of a pirate, a wench, the fishes and me. Oh- I would be happy to tell you, dear Sir. Mind you, I have nothing better to do. It is a ponderous tale of unrequited love and Cupid’s unyielding arrow....
My name is William Frederic Carlton, IV. I’m the son and heir to Lord Carlton from Remington at Wilshire, in the service of his majesty George III, sovereign King of England. It happened in the year 1789, the 14th day of February. I was 20 years old and as arrogant and fresh as a youth can be.
My lads and I found the Pub in lower wharf district. They said it was a place of artists, thieves and scoundrels. The smell of rum and whiskey permeated our senses. Absinthe was in ample supply. Dark men and beautiful lassies lined the walls with laughter and song.
She was a bowery girl, like none I had ever seen. Her hair was as red as fire and her eyes emerald green. She was full of life and danced upon the tables with the other wenches until my loins did rage with intoxication.
Please understand, Sir, -I just had to have her.
Cupid’s arrow penetrated my heart from the moment my nostrils inhaled her. She was a simple maiden and I knew she entertained all sorts, - but when she looked in my eyes- it disrupted my very soul.
They warned me she belonged to another; a one eyed Pirate, the proprietor of Dante’s Pub. They said he had lost his eye and lower lip wrestling an alligator. Preposterous, I thought! I am William Frederic Carlton and a lowly pirate is no match for me. I want the wench and I will have her- if only for this eve.
She bent over my table with bosoms full and asked me, “Kind sir, what is your pleasure?’
I replied, “You, my Wench. You are my pleasure.”
She laughed and put her apron over my head. I grabbed for what I wanted! She erupted in a scream! With claws like a cat she penetrated my flesh! Her smile turned to frown as she stepped back from me.
The whole room fell silent as he rose like an ominous black shadow turning to look at me! I must admit, Sir, I gasped when I saw him! Nary a scary man than this pirate be!
Memory falls short, but I do recall, the pirate declared in gentlemen’s calm, “Dear Sir, may I have a word with thee?”
So the drama’s done and we come to the end of a pirate, a wench, the fishes and me. You see, it was unrequited love that brought me such misery. Beware fine Sir, of Cupid’s Requiem: It laid me to rest at the bottom of the sea.
This painting was submitted to The Artists Challenge Gallery 5 Unrequited Love. Vikki North AKA the Pub Wench is the brains and the brawn behind The Artists Challenge, Dante’s Pub (our very own private forum for artists and writers), and The Inferno. She has an online art gallery, called The Red Chair Gallery where you will find some beautiful artwork, and creative stories. Vikki excels in creating a work of fiction to match the painting she displays. I think she has as many people visit her blog for the stories as for the paintings.