Piss Cure: Fantasy

The squeak and the creak of the dead man's ladder made her nearly piss herself. Not from fright--no, but when she'd been a little 'un one of the older kids, one with a cruel streak, had told her that piss was a sovereign remedy to keep off the bogeys. Just piss yourself if you're trapped, he'd said with a not-comforting grin, and they'll leave you right alone. Well, it might not have worked on the bogeys--her hand strayed to the old sucker fish scar that pulled her eye down--but it had been just the thing when she was cornered by a couple of yahoos interested in making her their fancy girl whether she would or no. And while they'd been doubled over from laughing and holding their noeses, she'd grabbed the bottle one of them had dropped and used it--

Inspiration: Squeaky noise.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Seems like standard Thieves' World type setting, no particular item of interest, though the character's got some voice.