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Jack made his way towards the nearest tavern, waving his hands giving a grim look to those who stared. His mouth was dry and the Pearl not in Tortuga yet, so in rum he would pass the time. Jack was about to enter when he heard a bellow from behind him.
"You best be payin for that missy, or you won't be steelin' nothin' no more." A deep voice said. Jack listened as a woman's voice spoke.
"Why sir, I have no idea what your talking about." She said in a calm voice. Jack turned to assess the situation. The man spoke again.
"Missy, that apple you have stolen best be put back." The large burnly man motioned to the woman's right hand, holding a dagger with a big red apple on the end of it.
"Oh, you mean this?" She asked, waving the apple a bit. "It wasn't stolen sir, it was liberated." At her words the merchant drew his sword and lunged forward, but before he could strike the woman pulled the apple off the end of her dagger and easily blocked his strike. Jack was taken aback by her speed and stepped closer to the scene (in case there was a damsel in distress).
The young woman gave a little laugh taking a bite out of the apple. She held up the dagger again blocking the man's sword, but he used his superior strength against her. He pushed down the thrust himself forward, forcing the woman to the ground, and the dagger out of her reach.
The man raised his sword and swung it down, the woman closed her eyes, but then reopened them when she heard a metallic clank. She saw another sword protecting her. Her eyes trailed up the blade to see a tall man with dark tanned skin, beads in his long black hair covered by a hat, and a beard braided in two. She looked up further into his deep brown eyes as recognition hit her.
"Jack Sparrow..." she whispered.
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, Love." He smiled and winked at the young woman. Jack turned back to the man and pushed him away, taking the moment to grab the girl's hand and run. She barely managed to get her dagger back from the ground.
Through the dark streets of Tortuga they made their way to the docks. When they found no one was following they stopped.
"Well, missy..." Jack began.
"Emy; my name is Emy." She filled in.
"Well then, Emy, what's a fine woman like you doin' in a place like Tortuga?" Jack asked looking her over. She had dark brown hair just past the small of her back, adorned with beads here and there. Her tan skin set off her bright green eyes. She wore a black skirt that was above her knees in the front and almost to the ground in the back, her top like the white shirt Jack himself wore though hers was black. On her feet were black knee high boots with about 5 inch heels. And to top it off, the brown belt around her waist adorned a dagger on her left hip, and sword on her right.
"I just stopped off for a little something to eat." She nodded towards one of the ships. "Thanks for walking me to my ship."
Jack looked at the ship in question. He noted the small size and lack of a crew. He was about to ask about it when she answered for him.
"I prefer to sail alone." With that she hopped in her ship, untied it from the dock and set out. "Till next time, Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack rubbed the back of his head and turned to make his way back to the tavern.
Emy made her way to Port Royal. "I just hope they forgot to form a welcoming commitee." She turned back to see Jack walking away. "Damn, he looks good for a bloody pirate." She laughed to herself.
Jack made his way towards the nearest tavern, waving his hands giving a grim look to those who stared. His mouth was dry and the Pearl not in Tortuga yet, so in rum he would pass the time. Jack was about to enter when he heard a bellow from behind him.
"You best be payin for that missy, or you won't be steelin' nothin' no more." A deep voice said. Jack listened as a woman's voice spoke.
"Why sir, I have no idea what your talking about." She said in a calm voice. Jack turned to assess the situation. The man spoke again.
"Missy, that apple you have stolen best be put back." The large burnly man motioned to the woman's right hand, holding a dagger with a big red apple on the end of it.
"Oh, you mean this?" She asked, waving the apple a bit. "It wasn't stolen sir, it was liberated." At her words the merchant drew his sword and lunged forward, but before he could strike the woman pulled the apple off the end of her dagger and easily blocked his strike. Jack was taken aback by her speed and stepped closer to the scene (in case there was a damsel in distress).
The young woman gave a little laugh taking a bite out of the apple. She held up the dagger again blocking the man's sword, but he used his superior strength against her. He pushed down the thrust himself forward, forcing the woman to the ground, and the dagger out of her reach.
The man raised his sword and swung it down, the woman closed her eyes, but then reopened them when she heard a metallic clank. She saw another sword protecting her. Her eyes trailed up the blade to see a tall man with dark tanned skin, beads in his long black hair covered by a hat, and a beard braided in two. She looked up further into his deep brown eyes as recognition hit her.
"Jack Sparrow..." she whispered.
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, Love." He smiled and winked at the young woman. Jack turned back to the man and pushed him away, taking the moment to grab the girl's hand and run. She barely managed to get her dagger back from the ground.
Through the dark streets of Tortuga they made their way to the docks. When they found no one was following they stopped.
"Well, missy..." Jack began.
"Emy; my name is Emy." She filled in.
"Well then, Emy, what's a fine woman like you doin' in a place like Tortuga?" Jack asked looking her over. She had dark brown hair just past the small of her back, adorned with beads here and there. Her tan skin set off her bright green eyes. She wore a black skirt that was above her knees in the front and almost to the ground in the back, her top like the white shirt Jack himself wore though hers was black. On her feet were black knee high boots with about 5 inch heels. And to top it off, the brown belt around her waist adorned a dagger on her left hip, and sword on her right.
"I just stopped off for a little something to eat." She nodded towards one of the ships. "Thanks for walking me to my ship."
Jack looked at the ship in question. He noted the small size and lack of a crew. He was about to ask about it when she answered for him.
"I prefer to sail alone." With that she hopped in her ship, untied it from the dock and set out. "Till next time, Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack rubbed the back of his head and turned to make his way back to the tavern.
Emy made her way to Port Royal. "I just hope they forgot to form a welcoming commitee." She turned back to see Jack walking away. "Damn, he looks good for a bloody pirate." She laughed to herself.