"Would you stop paying attention to the idiot and listen to me?" Catalina snapped, feeling the heat of Port Royal get to her. The man and the young Haitian boy looked her up and down before the man walked away from her, ignoring her words completely. "What-I, Hey!"
She followed closely behind them as he made his way towards the now sunken boat by the dock and the 'idiot' who most likely caused it to sink. She glanced at the man and instantly knew it was a pirate but kept her mouth shut. If she called out a pirate, he would surely call her out as well.
"Hold up there, you!" She heard the man and perked up, thinking he was finally paying attention to her. She groaned, seeing him face the pirate man.
'What I wouldn't do to be with Roberts again on The Royal Fortune. Even if I must be dressed as a man again.'
"…tie up the boat to the dock."
She and the pirate man glanced to the sunken boat, and she snorted – catching only the attention of the pirate. The other man and the boy continued to ignore her existence completely. 'Perhaps I should have dressed as a man today.'
"And I shall need to know your name." The man stated, catching the attention of the pirate away from her, for which she was grateful. She never liked others staring at her for too long when she was dressed as a woman.
The pirate placed three shillings onto the logbook the man held, and her eyes widened. She hardly had anything to her name. How did he have three shillings? She looked over him and raised an eyebrow but shook her head.
It's not wise to pickpocket another pirate. It's very likely they know all the same tricks you do.
"What…to three shillings, and…the name?"
Catalina glanced around, feeling as though any attempt to get the man's attention would be futile. Her eyes caught a bag sitting idly by on a stand. She whimpered. There were most likely shillings in there and she had not had a bite to eat in two days, and the seawater was ghastly to the taste.
"Welcome…Mr. Smith."
She ignored the rest of the conversation and turned away, hearing the man steps fade the other way. She made a grab for the bag before the back of her hand was smacked, causing her to jerk her hand back.
"Who the hell do-" She paused, coming face to face with the pirate who only shook the bag in front of her, listening to the ringing of shillings inside. The noise made her stomach quench and she glared up at him. "That's mine."
"Actually, it's his, lass." With that, the pirate man strode away with her shillings.
She would not give up so easily.
Catalina followed closely behind as she did with the logbook man. The pirate man turned to face her, and paused in his tracks to look at her. "What do you want?" He stepped away from her as though she was a rodent of some kind.
"I want my bag of shillings, Mr. Smith."
"It's not yours, lass."
"I saw it first; I was going to take it. It's mine." She said firmly, looking into his eyes.
He stared back before abruptly turning away and continuing to walk in an odd fashion. Catalina could tell there was something up with this pirate; something not quite right, yet she continued to follow. She wanted the shillings.
Catalina paused in her tracks, seeing him make his way towards a very, very fancy looking ship. 'What in the hell does this idiot think he is doing?'
"Mr. Smith, I hope your intention isn't to simply walk up to a guarded ship and try to take it." For the first time, he ignored her words. She smirked. "I would imagine no pirate is that stupid."
"That is exactly my intention." He paused in his step and turned to face her. "You shouldn't pass that word lightly, lass; especially in a place such as Port Royal, where they will hang a pirate as lovely as you."
Catalina stiffened up, and pursed her lips together. "I need those shillings," she stepped close to him. "I haven't eaten in two days, Mr. Smith. Not since I've gotten here and that bloody man at the docks won't acknowledge me."
"Firstly, my name is not Mr. Smith." He placed his hand on his chest and grinned. "I am Captain Jack Sparrow, lass."
Catalina scoffed, shaking her head. "Am I supposed to be impressed, Captain Jack Sparrow?" She smirked. "I sail with a very well-known pirate, so it takes a lot for me to be impressed."
"Why aren't you on his ship then?"
Catalina swallowed. "I was separated from him and I had no choice but to come here." She raised her brown eyes to look into his. "Captain," She grasped his shoulder lightly, tilting her head to the side. "If you would be so kind, could you help me find him?" She lifted a hand to her brown wavy hair and twirled a strand for good measure.
Jack smiled, and simply shrugged her hand off. "Listen, lass. I've had my fair share of experience with women and I know when I'm being taken for a fool." He shook his head. "Look for your pirate on your own."
With that, Jack turned away from Catalina and continued on to the ship in the distance.
"Hey! I still want the shillings!" Catalina shouted, following closely behind but the pirate ignored her yells. She huffed and rolled her eyes, continuing to follow him in silence to the dock.
Please leave reviews if I should continue with the story or not. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think of the OC, and her interaction with the infamous Jack Sparrow.
I am aware that it's not historically accurate with Bartholomew Roberts of the Royal Fortune being alive at this time period but I did change it to fit the OC's backstory. Of course, this is only a minor detail to the character and does not play such a huge role to the story itself.
Have a lovely day!
