Raven sat straight up, sputtering. Icy water dripped from her matted
braid and ran down her skin in rivulets. Panting, she scrambled to her
feet, searching for the culprit who had dumped the bucket on her. Seeing
him, she slowed, eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
Sparrow merely grinned, tossing the bucket aside and leaning against the wall. "What do you think luv?"
"What are you talking about?" she interrogated, still furious as she wrung out her braid and waist sash, sending droplets of water to join the puddle on the floor.
He leaned forward, eyes intense and hands locked behind his back. "Revenge darling. Revenge. You left me on this isle, stranded without a ship, not even willing to give me passage to elsewhere. So, watch your step. I've got my ship back, and a crew. It'll be happening to you next." His dark eyes glittered with delight, his face still shadowed by the mangy hat he continued to wear.
The dark-haired woman's eyes narrowed, and her hands strayed to her sword. "You would have done the same thing. And we both know it."
Now he leaned back, face cold and calculating. "Would I? And you know me that well?"
"Aye." She stepped forward, but he merely stood there. She was still angry that he was taller than her, highly unusual for most inhabitants of this island. Also, he wasn't afraid of her, not even at the deepest level, which further infuriated her. "I do know you that well. As I said when I refused you passage."
His hand whipped out, faster then she could follow. He grabbed her wrist, bringing it up to his eye-level. Rolling back his sleeve, he revealed the "P" brand he had been marked with so long ago. Rolling back her's, he glanced at the smooth skin, unmarked by any brand. Raising his eyebrows at her, his eyes gave his point away before he spoke.
"I'm marked, you're not. I follow the Code, you don't. Therefore, we are nothing alike. Clear?" She pulled her arm away.
"If that's what you like to think." Brushing past him, she stalked down to the docks. Dark eyes rimmed in black followed, and a broad grin formed on a sea-hardened face, revealing the golden teeth.
"Indeed, that is what I think."
Reaching the dock, she found her crew waiting for her, as she had ordered. Nodding in approval, she unlashed the line and jumped into the boat, and they headed to the ship. Scanning, she asked one of her crew. "Where is the Black Pearl?"
The woman nodded towards a stretch of land. "Just beyond that spit of land. It's well-guarded Cap'n. Sparrow left 10 men on that ship." Raven chuckled.
"I'm not surprised, after what happened. He's taking no chances, as he shouldn't. Get the sails full soon as we get aboard. We've work to do." The crew nodded as one, and scrambled up the ladder as soon as they were aboard.
Barking orders, Raven stalked up and down the deck, occasionally helping out a crewmember with lashing a rope or letting out a sail. Stepping up to the main deck, she grabbed the wheel, dismissing the woman who was manning it with a nod. Staring intently out at sea, she smiled.
Sparrow merely grinned, tossing the bucket aside and leaning against the wall. "What do you think luv?"
"What are you talking about?" she interrogated, still furious as she wrung out her braid and waist sash, sending droplets of water to join the puddle on the floor.
He leaned forward, eyes intense and hands locked behind his back. "Revenge darling. Revenge. You left me on this isle, stranded without a ship, not even willing to give me passage to elsewhere. So, watch your step. I've got my ship back, and a crew. It'll be happening to you next." His dark eyes glittered with delight, his face still shadowed by the mangy hat he continued to wear.
The dark-haired woman's eyes narrowed, and her hands strayed to her sword. "You would have done the same thing. And we both know it."
Now he leaned back, face cold and calculating. "Would I? And you know me that well?"
"Aye." She stepped forward, but he merely stood there. She was still angry that he was taller than her, highly unusual for most inhabitants of this island. Also, he wasn't afraid of her, not even at the deepest level, which further infuriated her. "I do know you that well. As I said when I refused you passage."
His hand whipped out, faster then she could follow. He grabbed her wrist, bringing it up to his eye-level. Rolling back his sleeve, he revealed the "P" brand he had been marked with so long ago. Rolling back her's, he glanced at the smooth skin, unmarked by any brand. Raising his eyebrows at her, his eyes gave his point away before he spoke.
"I'm marked, you're not. I follow the Code, you don't. Therefore, we are nothing alike. Clear?" She pulled her arm away.
"If that's what you like to think." Brushing past him, she stalked down to the docks. Dark eyes rimmed in black followed, and a broad grin formed on a sea-hardened face, revealing the golden teeth.
"Indeed, that is what I think."
Reaching the dock, she found her crew waiting for her, as she had ordered. Nodding in approval, she unlashed the line and jumped into the boat, and they headed to the ship. Scanning, she asked one of her crew. "Where is the Black Pearl?"
The woman nodded towards a stretch of land. "Just beyond that spit of land. It's well-guarded Cap'n. Sparrow left 10 men on that ship." Raven chuckled.
"I'm not surprised, after what happened. He's taking no chances, as he shouldn't. Get the sails full soon as we get aboard. We've work to do." The crew nodded as one, and scrambled up the ladder as soon as they were aboard.
Barking orders, Raven stalked up and down the deck, occasionally helping out a crewmember with lashing a rope or letting out a sail. Stepping up to the main deck, she grabbed the wheel, dismissing the woman who was manning it with a nod. Staring intently out at sea, she smiled.