Chapter Two- Gorgeous Little Hellcat
Jack stuck his head out the window and looked both ways down the alley before grabbing a bag full of goods from this house he'd found his way into. Slipping out the window, he landed deftly on his feet and swaggered down the alleyway. He did not enter the bright of the sunlight beyond his shadowed spot –he remembered his last visit her all too well- but instead leaned against the building and glanced out. Several people were looking with shocked expressions on their faces down the road and so Jack turned his head to see what it was.
Interesting. A gorgeous little hellcat.
A small curvy woman walked with light feet and natural swaying hips that conveyed sensuality. She wore a crimson and purple layered skirt that reached her ankles and swung softly with every step, a white off-the- shoulder blouse with a black and purple corset OVER it and not a thing on her little feet. Long glossy black hair framed the tanned face and thin black eyebrows arced over dark brown eyes. Jack parted his lips in a silent whistle as he watched her direct herself towards a small group of women near the alleyway where he stood. She ignored the disapproving glances she received for her attire and spoke to the women.
"Oy (Excuse me), do any of ye know where Charles Duvonfloure lives?" she asked them in a thick accent that Jack found extremely alluring.
They stared at her, appalled, before the one named Lisette asked somewhat nastily, "Excuse me, are you lost?"
The woman did not seem to anger at that, her hand not holding the bags twitching artfully in the air at her side. It was at her this hand Jack was staring at when he heard her response, "If I weren't lost, why would I bother comin' to ye for directions?"
Jack let out a deep chuckle at that and had to take a step back when the woman turned, hearing him.
"What business do you have with Commodore Duvonfloure?" Lisette demanded.
The woman took a step forward, her eyes a little harder, "I don't think that's any of yer -"
"Oh, Lisette, be nice," Lisette's friend Caryn laughed nervously. Caryn turned to the newcomer and said politely, "The Commodore lives on the hill to the right about a mile or so down this road. Great white house, you shouldn't miss it."
The woman nodded at Caryn with a click of her tongue. "Nais tuke (Thank you) . It's nice t' know there's some people 'ere who don't act like bastard children," she threw the words at Lisette like a weapon, aware of the people behind her watching. Jack's eyes widened in surprise, one eyebrow quirked in amusement.
Lisette gasped loudly, "How dare you! You-"
"Magherdo khul (unclean shit)," the woman bit out savagely and spat at Lisette's feet. Lisette and Caryn were silent, eyes wide as the woman turned with bold eyes and stalked down the street past the gawking rich folk.
Jack tipped his hat at the retreating figure with a wide grin that flashed his gold teeth. Yes very interesting indeed, he thought as he absentmindedly fingered the two long braids of his beard. Here was a woman in Port Royal fiery and brazen that had certainly caught his attention. Guess this blasted town was good for something. Maybe a visit to this Duvonfloure's was in order. Now to find a name to go with her...he turned and walked the opposite way down the alley, towards the blacksmith's.
Lisette turned to Caryn, her powdered face even paler. "I think she cursed me," she whispered fearfully.
Jack stuck his head out the window and looked both ways down the alley before grabbing a bag full of goods from this house he'd found his way into. Slipping out the window, he landed deftly on his feet and swaggered down the alleyway. He did not enter the bright of the sunlight beyond his shadowed spot –he remembered his last visit her all too well- but instead leaned against the building and glanced out. Several people were looking with shocked expressions on their faces down the road and so Jack turned his head to see what it was.
Interesting. A gorgeous little hellcat.
A small curvy woman walked with light feet and natural swaying hips that conveyed sensuality. She wore a crimson and purple layered skirt that reached her ankles and swung softly with every step, a white off-the- shoulder blouse with a black and purple corset OVER it and not a thing on her little feet. Long glossy black hair framed the tanned face and thin black eyebrows arced over dark brown eyes. Jack parted his lips in a silent whistle as he watched her direct herself towards a small group of women near the alleyway where he stood. She ignored the disapproving glances she received for her attire and spoke to the women.
"Oy (Excuse me), do any of ye know where Charles Duvonfloure lives?" she asked them in a thick accent that Jack found extremely alluring.
They stared at her, appalled, before the one named Lisette asked somewhat nastily, "Excuse me, are you lost?"
The woman did not seem to anger at that, her hand not holding the bags twitching artfully in the air at her side. It was at her this hand Jack was staring at when he heard her response, "If I weren't lost, why would I bother comin' to ye for directions?"
Jack let out a deep chuckle at that and had to take a step back when the woman turned, hearing him.
"What business do you have with Commodore Duvonfloure?" Lisette demanded.
The woman took a step forward, her eyes a little harder, "I don't think that's any of yer -"
"Oh, Lisette, be nice," Lisette's friend Caryn laughed nervously. Caryn turned to the newcomer and said politely, "The Commodore lives on the hill to the right about a mile or so down this road. Great white house, you shouldn't miss it."
The woman nodded at Caryn with a click of her tongue. "Nais tuke (Thank you) . It's nice t' know there's some people 'ere who don't act like bastard children," she threw the words at Lisette like a weapon, aware of the people behind her watching. Jack's eyes widened in surprise, one eyebrow quirked in amusement.
Lisette gasped loudly, "How dare you! You-"
"Magherdo khul (unclean shit)," the woman bit out savagely and spat at Lisette's feet. Lisette and Caryn were silent, eyes wide as the woman turned with bold eyes and stalked down the street past the gawking rich folk.
Jack tipped his hat at the retreating figure with a wide grin that flashed his gold teeth. Yes very interesting indeed, he thought as he absentmindedly fingered the two long braids of his beard. Here was a woman in Port Royal fiery and brazen that had certainly caught his attention. Guess this blasted town was good for something. Maybe a visit to this Duvonfloure's was in order. Now to find a name to go with her...he turned and walked the opposite way down the alley, towards the blacksmith's.
Lisette turned to Caryn, her powdered face even paler. "I think she cursed me," she whispered fearfully.