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Chapter 4: Cat Fight
Danielle was temporarily blinded by the sunlight, after the dimness of the hold. She stepped forward, out of the hatch.
Suddenly, there was a blade at her throat.
"Who are ye?" a voice demanded.
Danielle gulped. "My name's Danielle. May I ask who is trying to kill me?"
Jack swaggered back to them. "Annamaria! Are ye tryin' to scare our guest?"
The person holding the blade stepped away and spoke to Jack.
"Our...guest?"
Danielle turned to see her assailant. To her surprise, her attacker was a woman, with black hair, dark brown eyes, and dark skin.
"Aye, our guest. She'll be joinin' us 'til Port Royal," Jack said, smiling slightly at Annamaria's confusion.
Annamaria scrutinized her. "Are ye sure she's our guest, not yers?"
Danielle scowled. "What is THAT supposed to mean?"
Annamaria scowled back. "Jack has a weakness for whores and strumpets."
"I'll have you know, I am neither a whore nor a strumpet!"
"Ye came from Tortuga, didn't ye?"
Danielle's eyes flashed angrily. "What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded, her voice dangerously soft.
"It means that all Tortuga women are whores!"
Without warning, she pounced on Annamaria, knocking her to the deck. Danielle whipped out a dagger from the small of her back and held it threateningly at Annamaria's throat, only to realize that the pirate's sword was at her throat also.
"Annamaria, must you fight with every new passenger?" Jack asked, observing the stalemate with amusement.
"Only the ones who attack me," the female pirate replied.
Danielle got up off of her.
"You insulted me," she said, as if it were the most obvious reason in the world to attack somebody.
"I only spoke the truth."
There was a flash and thunk, and Annamaria looked down to see Danielle's dagger embedded in the wood by her foot.
"Annamaria, go back to the wheel," Jack ordered, looking curiously at Danielle.
After Annamaria had gone, Jack tried pulling the dagger from the deck, but it stuck fast. After several minutes of trying, he gave up and turned to Danielle.
"Where'd ye learn ta do that?"
"Someone I once knew taught me," she replied, her eyes clouding over with hate.
He observed her cautiously for a few moments before venturing to speak.
"Lass, where will ye want ta be sleepin'?"
His voice snapped her out of her memories.
"What?"
"Where do ye want ta sleep?"
"What are my choices?" she asked suspiciously.
"Well, there's the crew's bunks, Annamaria's cabin, or...," he smiled suggestively, "My cabin."
Danielle sighed. "I had a feelin' that last one was going to come up. I'll sleep....," she paused to think, "Out here, on the deck."
He looked disappointed. "Are ye sure, love?"
"I ain't your love, and yes, I am sure."
"Well, if yer sure... But I feel I've got to warn ye that there'll be a storm tonight."
She snorted. "Not bloody likely. The sky's as clear as crystal."
"I wouldn't know. I've never seen crystal," Jack said, walking toward the upper deck.
It was a few moments before Danielle realized that he was no longer there. Quickly looking around she spotted him meandering his way to the other end of the ship.
"Hey, wait! What'm I supposed to do all day?" she called, running after him.
Chapter 4: Cat Fight
Danielle was temporarily blinded by the sunlight, after the dimness of the hold. She stepped forward, out of the hatch.
Suddenly, there was a blade at her throat.
"Who are ye?" a voice demanded.
Danielle gulped. "My name's Danielle. May I ask who is trying to kill me?"
Jack swaggered back to them. "Annamaria! Are ye tryin' to scare our guest?"
The person holding the blade stepped away and spoke to Jack.
"Our...guest?"
Danielle turned to see her assailant. To her surprise, her attacker was a woman, with black hair, dark brown eyes, and dark skin.
"Aye, our guest. She'll be joinin' us 'til Port Royal," Jack said, smiling slightly at Annamaria's confusion.
Annamaria scrutinized her. "Are ye sure she's our guest, not yers?"
Danielle scowled. "What is THAT supposed to mean?"
Annamaria scowled back. "Jack has a weakness for whores and strumpets."
"I'll have you know, I am neither a whore nor a strumpet!"
"Ye came from Tortuga, didn't ye?"
Danielle's eyes flashed angrily. "What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded, her voice dangerously soft.
"It means that all Tortuga women are whores!"
Without warning, she pounced on Annamaria, knocking her to the deck. Danielle whipped out a dagger from the small of her back and held it threateningly at Annamaria's throat, only to realize that the pirate's sword was at her throat also.
"Annamaria, must you fight with every new passenger?" Jack asked, observing the stalemate with amusement.
"Only the ones who attack me," the female pirate replied.
Danielle got up off of her.
"You insulted me," she said, as if it were the most obvious reason in the world to attack somebody.
"I only spoke the truth."
There was a flash and thunk, and Annamaria looked down to see Danielle's dagger embedded in the wood by her foot.
"Annamaria, go back to the wheel," Jack ordered, looking curiously at Danielle.
After Annamaria had gone, Jack tried pulling the dagger from the deck, but it stuck fast. After several minutes of trying, he gave up and turned to Danielle.
"Where'd ye learn ta do that?"
"Someone I once knew taught me," she replied, her eyes clouding over with hate.
He observed her cautiously for a few moments before venturing to speak.
"Lass, where will ye want ta be sleepin'?"
His voice snapped her out of her memories.
"What?"
"Where do ye want ta sleep?"
"What are my choices?" she asked suspiciously.
"Well, there's the crew's bunks, Annamaria's cabin, or...," he smiled suggestively, "My cabin."
Danielle sighed. "I had a feelin' that last one was going to come up. I'll sleep....," she paused to think, "Out here, on the deck."
He looked disappointed. "Are ye sure, love?"
"I ain't your love, and yes, I am sure."
"Well, if yer sure... But I feel I've got to warn ye that there'll be a storm tonight."
She snorted. "Not bloody likely. The sky's as clear as crystal."
"I wouldn't know. I've never seen crystal," Jack said, walking toward the upper deck.
It was a few moments before Danielle realized that he was no longer there. Quickly looking around she spotted him meandering his way to the other end of the ship.
"Hey, wait! What'm I supposed to do all day?" she called, running after him.