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Chapter 2: A Meeting
3 Months Later:
The bright sun beat down upon the busy streets of Port Royal, its inhabitants walking about chatting with acquaintances or trading with nearby merchants.
One of these people strolling leisurely down a slightly bustling street was a young woman of about nineteen or twenty, with bright golden hair put up into a pony tail and sparkling blue eyes, taking in the scenes around her. She was dressed as a pirate would be, which got some disdainful looks from the women, but she didn't care just as long as the clothes she wore were comfortable. She had a sword at her waist, in which she laid one hand upon.
She had been staying in this seaside town for a few days now, waiting for today when she could steal aboard a ship that was going to Tortuga, where she could perhaps find a pirate vessel to work upon. The ship wouldn't be leaving until that evening, but she was walking to the docks anyways.
Indulged in watching the people of Port Royal on their business errands, she hardly paid attention to where she was going, the result of this being running into a person and the both of them landing hard on the ground.
"Bloody hell!" she heard the other person say. She looked up to find a woman around her age, holding her head full of dark, slightly curly hair. She was dressed as she was: like a pirate. "Watch where you're goin'!" she grumbled, getting to her feet. She too had a sword at her waist, and she was rather tall. The other woman stood up also.
"Sorry, mate," she replied. She extended her hand. "The name's Faye Morgane."
The dark-haired woman looked at her hand with dark, intense eyes; as if seeing something no one else could. She too extended her hand, albeit slower. "Kit."
"Kit?" repeated Faye while shaking her hand. "No last name?"
Kit brought back her hand a bit roughly. "No."
Faye raised an eyebrow but made no further comment. There was something strange about this woman, she could tell. "So . . . what would a pirate lass like yourself be in a place like this?" she asked casually.
Now it was Kit's turn to raise an eyebrow. "I could say the same for yerself, mate."
Faye grinned. "Well, for your information, I was headed for the docks. I plan on stealin' aboard a ship that's destined to Tortuga."
"Tortuga?" Kit asked with a glimmer of mischievousness in her eyes. "That's where we're headed, too."
"'We're'? Who you sailin' with?" Faye questioned hopefully. Perhaps she could sail to Tortuga with this lass instead of being cramped in a storage hold on some dissolute ship.
Kit grinned rather roguishly. "Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?"
Faye allowed her eyes to widen. "You mean . . . Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl?"
"Aye mate, the very same. Why do you ask?"
"Well . . ." began Faye. "Since I'm headin' over to Tortuga, like you, then hows about you let me aboard and give me a lift?"
She couldn't read the expression on Kit's face. Was it curiosity? Relief? Suspicion? In any case, she smiled at her thoughtfully.
"You know . . . Jack and I ARE looking for people to start up a crew . . ."
Faye's ears perked up. Could it be? Could there really be a chance for her to become part of the crew on the infamous Black Pearl? With the infamous Jack Sparrow?
"Perhaps I can take you to Jack, you know, see if you fit the standards. Savvy?"
Faye grinned and nodded. She had a chance!
Kit smiled amusedly and walked down in the direction of the docks, Faye following a bit nervously behind her.
A/N: Please Review, mates! Thankee!
Chapter 2: A Meeting
3 Months Later:
The bright sun beat down upon the busy streets of Port Royal, its inhabitants walking about chatting with acquaintances or trading with nearby merchants.
One of these people strolling leisurely down a slightly bustling street was a young woman of about nineteen or twenty, with bright golden hair put up into a pony tail and sparkling blue eyes, taking in the scenes around her. She was dressed as a pirate would be, which got some disdainful looks from the women, but she didn't care just as long as the clothes she wore were comfortable. She had a sword at her waist, in which she laid one hand upon.
She had been staying in this seaside town for a few days now, waiting for today when she could steal aboard a ship that was going to Tortuga, where she could perhaps find a pirate vessel to work upon. The ship wouldn't be leaving until that evening, but she was walking to the docks anyways.
Indulged in watching the people of Port Royal on their business errands, she hardly paid attention to where she was going, the result of this being running into a person and the both of them landing hard on the ground.
"Bloody hell!" she heard the other person say. She looked up to find a woman around her age, holding her head full of dark, slightly curly hair. She was dressed as she was: like a pirate. "Watch where you're goin'!" she grumbled, getting to her feet. She too had a sword at her waist, and she was rather tall. The other woman stood up also.
"Sorry, mate," she replied. She extended her hand. "The name's Faye Morgane."
The dark-haired woman looked at her hand with dark, intense eyes; as if seeing something no one else could. She too extended her hand, albeit slower. "Kit."
"Kit?" repeated Faye while shaking her hand. "No last name?"
Kit brought back her hand a bit roughly. "No."
Faye raised an eyebrow but made no further comment. There was something strange about this woman, she could tell. "So . . . what would a pirate lass like yourself be in a place like this?" she asked casually.
Now it was Kit's turn to raise an eyebrow. "I could say the same for yerself, mate."
Faye grinned. "Well, for your information, I was headed for the docks. I plan on stealin' aboard a ship that's destined to Tortuga."
"Tortuga?" Kit asked with a glimmer of mischievousness in her eyes. "That's where we're headed, too."
"'We're'? Who you sailin' with?" Faye questioned hopefully. Perhaps she could sail to Tortuga with this lass instead of being cramped in a storage hold on some dissolute ship.
Kit grinned rather roguishly. "Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?"
Faye allowed her eyes to widen. "You mean . . . Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl?"
"Aye mate, the very same. Why do you ask?"
"Well . . ." began Faye. "Since I'm headin' over to Tortuga, like you, then hows about you let me aboard and give me a lift?"
She couldn't read the expression on Kit's face. Was it curiosity? Relief? Suspicion? In any case, she smiled at her thoughtfully.
"You know . . . Jack and I ARE looking for people to start up a crew . . ."
Faye's ears perked up. Could it be? Could there really be a chance for her to become part of the crew on the infamous Black Pearl? With the infamous Jack Sparrow?
"Perhaps I can take you to Jack, you know, see if you fit the standards. Savvy?"
Faye grinned and nodded. She had a chance!
Kit smiled amusedly and walked down in the direction of the docks, Faye following a bit nervously behind her.
A/N: Please Review, mates! Thankee!