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People turned away as a black figure got off the dock where his ship was anchored. His pirate boots clanked against the cobble stones and his figure was cloaked in a black cape covering all flesh. His hood was drawn so that only his mouth could be seen. The citizens did not know what to think of the new visitor and no one had the balls to go and ask where he was from, or where he was heading.
The man looked at the people and they flinched...this was not a man to get on your case.
Three guards were making rounds when they spotted the figure.
"Hold it there you. What is your purpose here?" one guard asked drawing his sword as the others follow his lead.
The pirate looked at the man and replied in a rough but strong tone which sounded Scottish, "Im looking for a Judge Claude Frollo."
"What buisness do you have with him?" the guard asked again.
Removing his hood and showing his face he answered, "He and I have dealings together. I know he will see me."
The three guards seemed like they didnt know what to do, but they answered him and told him to follow them to the Palace of Justice where he would be able to talk with Frollo. Walking through the streets, the people still feared him, but the women seemed like they could not remove their eyes from the mysterious stranger and they had good reason. The young pirate was in his mid twenties with medium black hair and piercing blue eyes...but across one eye there was a faded scar which went from the top to the bottom of his eye, adding more mystery and allure.
He looked at the woman seeing if any of them were Kara, but he would know her when he would see her...oh yes he would know.
"Here sir this is the place." a guard said, disturbing the pirate from his thoughts.
Nodding he walked up the steps to a large building which loomed over the city of Paris. Outside the Palace there was a hangman's noose and a few more stakes. This man used punishment and he liked Frollo even more like a man after his own heart. Walking up the stairs he pushed open the doors and walked right in.
The air was different in the place, a much more musky and damp smell also lingered in the air. His boots clicked on the marble ground as he wandered looking for Frollo. Screams of pain could be heard, so he followed that noise only to hear Frollo giving orders to a chief executioner.
"That whip is done, use a whip with spikes. You'll get more of a confession with that one." the old man smiled, as the whip slapped and ripped across the back of a gypsy man who cried out in pain.
"Havent changed have you Claude?" the stranger chuckled entering the long corridor.
Frollo's head whipped around to see who dared intruded in on his fun and duty, but he suddenly calmed recognizing the face of the pirate.
"Aw Bowen it has been quite a long time." the Judge responded walking over to Bowen and placing a hand on his large shoulder. "What brings you here to Paris?" he asked moving his arm in a sign that they were to talk somewhere else.
"There is a gypsy pirate that I am looking for, and I know this is where she would return to." he sighed heavily while looking through the windows which casted no light even though the sun was bright and shining outside.
Frollo chuckled at this, "People come and go Bowen, how do you expect myself to know who is a pirate and not? If it was a gypsy then I have probably already delt with them if they were caught."
"No she would have just arrived." Bowen said persisting with slight annoyance in his deep voice.
They entered a study which walls carried books which dated back to the very beginning of Paris herself. Books of plans, Notre Dame, and deaths of innocent gypsies were written in ink. Such history and evil deeds...
"Why are you so persistant in finding her?" Claude asked sitting in a large black chair which was covered in pruple silk, his hands crossed his arms.
"The girl and I have dealings to finish. Perhaps you have already seen her."
Bowen ran a hand through his hair and pulled off his cloak. He wore a tight black shirt and baggy pants. He had two pistols on his hips and a large sword on his back. Through his shirt, rippling muscles could be seen, and inside his boots another dagger stuck out. Bowen had the looks, but not enough charm.
Leaning in on the table across from Claude his hands tensed on the wood,
"A rim of red traces her eyes...she uses her charm to seduce men and gets what she wants." he said bitterly.
Realization hit the Judge when he realized that it was the gypsy Kara which Bowen spoke of. HE wanted her for himself!
"Nevermind the girl," Claude snapped his mouth twisted in a snarl, "What business do you have with me?"
"You owe me a little favor Frollo and I indend to have that favor repayed this moment." Bowen replied pacing the room.
"And what would that be?" inquired Frollo placing his fingertips together.
A smirk came across the lips of the pirate, "I want to have the girl sentenced unless she does not take to my terms."
"What did she do to you?" Frollo asked intrigued. This old friend might just help in finding Kara and making her his own.
Kara sat on her bed her head and back agianst the wall. Her eyes were closed as she remembered things from long ago and things which she had forgotten.
"Bowen..." she said as if the name was poison.
The images of past events came flooding into her mind...
Three years ago, a young sixteen yearold Kara stood proudly on her ship with her first mate looking out at the sea. The sea was calm and the weather could not have been better. She was going to be meeting another pirate captain in their exchange for goods and other such pirate duties.
Wiating was always her weakness, but she was suddenly tapped on the shoulder by her first mate saying that the pirate Bowen and his ship were in view.
"Tell him to meet me in my cabin." she ordered.
"Aye captain!" saluted the mate and went to give the orders to the rest of the crew.
Kara decided to change her clothes into something a little more flattering. She knew that mens weakness was desire and she had gotten many things without even touching a man, but by them looking. Wearing her pirate pants which went to her hip bones and a black top which was tight and showed off her stomach, Kara was positive that this meeting would be done within an hour.
Sitting at her desk with her mind keeping occupied at the maps in front of her, she waited and listened. The sounds of the crew shuffling to welcome Bowen and his first mate, as well as large and heavy things being loaded onto the deck, Kara smiled and listened as heavy boots came closer and closer to her room.
The door suddenly was opened and the young, attractive Bowen stood in front of her.
"Ah you must be Bowen. I have heard many things about you." Kara said rising from her seat and slowly walking to him.
Bowen drank in the pirate goddess. "I admit, I thought I would be dealing with a man...not a woman." he said smirking.
"I can have the heart of a man if I choose Bowen." Kara replied sitting on the edge of the desk.
Bowen came closer. "You and I will be making deals no? What do ye have to offer?"
Kara moved her head to the corner of the room where chests full of gold and jewels glittered in the candles light of her room.
"I see, right next to the bed." chuckled the pirate.
Kara hopped off the table and went to a chest to pull out some gold for Bowen. "Yeah so I know if anyone tries to take my loot." she said just as she was going to turn around, she felt him behind her.
"I think I know what else you can trade..." Bowen said leaning into her backside and whispered in her ear.