Nova St. Cyr leaned back against the wall of the bar in her chair. A beer
mug smashed the wall near her head. She irritably rolled her eyes and shot
a withering look in the direction that the glass had come from.
"Keep your drinks on the tables, boys, not the wall," she snarled as she finished her own drink. The smoke filled room was getting louder and louder as more raucous fights continued to break out.
"Men," she grumbled as she slammed her mug down on the table. With one fluid movement she rose from her chair and shoved off an intoxicated combatant in one of the many fights. Port Royal certainly had no shortage of seedier hangouts for sailors and seamen. While not exactly Nova's first choice of company, the low end offered plenty of places to disappear to when the occasion called. It was easy to lose people who needed to be lost when necessary.
Nova slid out the back and out into the narrow alley way behind the Trade Wind Tavern. Anyone looking casually would have seen nothing but a rather petite, auburn haired woman wearing men's clothing. Anyone looking closely would have noticed a long sword and dagger hanging at her side and the smooth movements of a fighter. At twenty-two, Nova was deceptively adept at dispatching much larger opponents.
After walking down the alleyway for some time, Nova suddenly slowed down her pace, listening to the person following behind her. Whoever it was had been trailing her since she left the tavern. She casually slid into the shadows of the wall and waited for her pursuer. As the shape passed her, she spun away from the wall and held her sword in an attack position.
"Really love, that's no way to treat an old friend," said a raspy, low voice.
Nova's face broke into a slightly exasperated, yet very pleased smile.
"Jack, I could have killed you."
The enigmatic pirate captain turned around and faced the young woman behind him.
"But I know you Nova. You'd never stab a man in the back."
Nova sighed and resheathed her sword.
"What do you want Jack? I really have nothing to offer that you'd be interested in."
The dark eyed pirate gave the small woman an appraising look.
"I need your help love. Actually, someone we both know needs your help. I need all the trustworthy fighters I can find. That means you, me and Will Turner. As it would happen, he's the one we're helping."
"What's he done now?" Nova grumbled.
"Keep your drinks on the tables, boys, not the wall," she snarled as she finished her own drink. The smoke filled room was getting louder and louder as more raucous fights continued to break out.
"Men," she grumbled as she slammed her mug down on the table. With one fluid movement she rose from her chair and shoved off an intoxicated combatant in one of the many fights. Port Royal certainly had no shortage of seedier hangouts for sailors and seamen. While not exactly Nova's first choice of company, the low end offered plenty of places to disappear to when the occasion called. It was easy to lose people who needed to be lost when necessary.
Nova slid out the back and out into the narrow alley way behind the Trade Wind Tavern. Anyone looking casually would have seen nothing but a rather petite, auburn haired woman wearing men's clothing. Anyone looking closely would have noticed a long sword and dagger hanging at her side and the smooth movements of a fighter. At twenty-two, Nova was deceptively adept at dispatching much larger opponents.
After walking down the alleyway for some time, Nova suddenly slowed down her pace, listening to the person following behind her. Whoever it was had been trailing her since she left the tavern. She casually slid into the shadows of the wall and waited for her pursuer. As the shape passed her, she spun away from the wall and held her sword in an attack position.
"Really love, that's no way to treat an old friend," said a raspy, low voice.
Nova's face broke into a slightly exasperated, yet very pleased smile.
"Jack, I could have killed you."
The enigmatic pirate captain turned around and faced the young woman behind him.
"But I know you Nova. You'd never stab a man in the back."
Nova sighed and resheathed her sword.
"What do you want Jack? I really have nothing to offer that you'd be interested in."
The dark eyed pirate gave the small woman an appraising look.
"I need your help love. Actually, someone we both know needs your help. I need all the trustworthy fighters I can find. That means you, me and Will Turner. As it would happen, he's the one we're helping."
"What's he done now?" Nova grumbled.