Chapter Two: First Meetings
Jack sauntered off to his favorite pub, the Carved Emerald. Stepping inside he was greeted with the familiar sights off drunken pirates and teasing whores. He noticed his good friend Anna Maria sitting at the bar talking with her friend the waitress, Darla. Darla noticed him too and waved him over.
"Jack!" she called out, "I was wondering when ye'd show up."
"Well luv, I'd show up sooner or later."
"Captain Sparrow," Anna Maria was now talking to him as he sipped on his rum daintily, "Darla here was just telling me of a mysterious cloaked figure that walks in every night. It seems that this woman's reputation is as large as yours. Rumours around the pubs are that she's a mercenary and a trained assassin. But also a pirate. Now what do ya think of that Captain..."
"Assassin and a pirate eh?" He chortled through his swig of rum, "I think that's it's just a lass that's trying to make a reputation for herself, and I think it's a load of crap."
Just then, the door to the pub swung open and a lone dark figure stepped in, its heavy boots clicked on the ground. Walking with heavy smooth steps the person inside of the cloak made her way through the pirates, all of whom were dead silent and staring in awe. Jack and Anna Maria realised that this was probably the woman of whom Darla had been telling them of. With a soft swish of her cloak and a silent ruffle she sat down a ways off from the rest of the people at the bar. Two large black dogs settled themselves at her feet and the bartender placed a pint of rum in front of her.
The eerie hush was broken as the pirates started whispering excitedly to themselves. No one had ever seen her face and there were rumours that she was horribly mutilated or had large scars. Jack caught a few of these rumours and decided to test their credibility.
"I hear tell that you're an assassin, no?" Jack asked shifting closer to her.
"Who wants to know?" She asked back her voice dripped with venom and hatred. Slightly disturbed by her voice Jack answered back.
"I'm the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, luv and I need a job done. So I figure why not hire a professional to do the deed for me."
"Aww," she crooned mockingly, "does the little baby have to have someone do his dirty work for him?"
"Now wait a second lass, I wanted to test ya out not to be mocked!" He called out to her.
"My apologies," she replied, serious this time, "who do you want put permanently out of commission?"
"Actually it's a man called Gibbs" he told her, by now the rest of the pirates had stopped even pretending to not listen and had figured out his scheme, "but I'd like to see the face of the person I'm doing business with."
In response to this she unclasped her cloak and pulled it off. The pirates gasped not expecting what they saw.
Jack sauntered off to his favorite pub, the Carved Emerald. Stepping inside he was greeted with the familiar sights off drunken pirates and teasing whores. He noticed his good friend Anna Maria sitting at the bar talking with her friend the waitress, Darla. Darla noticed him too and waved him over.
"Jack!" she called out, "I was wondering when ye'd show up."
"Well luv, I'd show up sooner or later."
"Captain Sparrow," Anna Maria was now talking to him as he sipped on his rum daintily, "Darla here was just telling me of a mysterious cloaked figure that walks in every night. It seems that this woman's reputation is as large as yours. Rumours around the pubs are that she's a mercenary and a trained assassin. But also a pirate. Now what do ya think of that Captain..."
"Assassin and a pirate eh?" He chortled through his swig of rum, "I think that's it's just a lass that's trying to make a reputation for herself, and I think it's a load of crap."
Just then, the door to the pub swung open and a lone dark figure stepped in, its heavy boots clicked on the ground. Walking with heavy smooth steps the person inside of the cloak made her way through the pirates, all of whom were dead silent and staring in awe. Jack and Anna Maria realised that this was probably the woman of whom Darla had been telling them of. With a soft swish of her cloak and a silent ruffle she sat down a ways off from the rest of the people at the bar. Two large black dogs settled themselves at her feet and the bartender placed a pint of rum in front of her.
The eerie hush was broken as the pirates started whispering excitedly to themselves. No one had ever seen her face and there were rumours that she was horribly mutilated or had large scars. Jack caught a few of these rumours and decided to test their credibility.
"I hear tell that you're an assassin, no?" Jack asked shifting closer to her.
"Who wants to know?" She asked back her voice dripped with venom and hatred. Slightly disturbed by her voice Jack answered back.
"I'm the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, luv and I need a job done. So I figure why not hire a professional to do the deed for me."
"Aww," she crooned mockingly, "does the little baby have to have someone do his dirty work for him?"
"Now wait a second lass, I wanted to test ya out not to be mocked!" He called out to her.
"My apologies," she replied, serious this time, "who do you want put permanently out of commission?"
"Actually it's a man called Gibbs" he told her, by now the rest of the pirates had stopped even pretending to not listen and had figured out his scheme, "but I'd like to see the face of the person I'm doing business with."
In response to this she unclasped her cloak and pulled it off. The pirates gasped not expecting what they saw.
