She's close. Very close. I can feel it. Soon my sister. Very soon we
shall meet again.
The woman who's thoughts these where sat in the furthest corner of a small bar called "The Singing Wave". Her auburn hair hung strait down her back to brush the top of her hips. Her eyes were the color of dying embers and held a glint that warned anyone that she was not a girl to mess with. She was built petite, with long legs. Her height was probably the only thing that made her look close to a pushover. She was only 5'5. She smiled with satisfaction as she thought about how close her sister was. She also thought of how wonderful it would be to avenge her sisters' captures 4 years ago. Four long years (well five in 2 days). She had been 13 when those damn pirates came and took her sisters away from her.
As her hatred boiled her hand instinctively found the scar that pierced just below her right breast. By all rightness she should be dead, but sheer hatred and a longing for revenge kept her alive through those painful months. As soon as she was able to Amber found a swordsman to teach her. It had cost her...she shuddered at the thought, but it was well worth it. Now she was an expert with a sword and a hirable hit man and assassin.
"'ello sweetie. Are ye lookin' fer some company fer the evenin'?" a drunken voice said into her ear.
Amber turned around and glared at the sailor. Her eyes flashed dangerously and she automatically drew her dagger from her boot.
"You better get your drunken self away from me before I have to do something drastic," she said through gritted teeth.
"Ye have a firey personality don't ye?" the sailor asked.
"You have no idea," Amber replied dangerously.
But instead of drawing unwanted attention to herself, since she was a minor in the bar anyways, she stood up and pushed past the man. As she walked by he pinched her rear. Quickly she turned and landed a beautiful punch to his right eye. The sailor staggered a bit and she used those few moments to get out of the bar and a small ways down the street. Soon she heard the heavy footsteps that announced that her sailor had decided to pursue her. She ran into an alley way so as not to attract attention if it came down to her having to kill to save herself. It seemed that she had kept herself from both attraction attention and the possible killing, for the sailor ran stupidly past her alley and she heard him fall a few feet away, passed out in a drunken heap.
"Even better," she said quietly to herself as she emerged from the shadows that her all black ensemble blended with. The only color clothing she wore were three arm bands of green, blue, and white, and a red sash on her waist.
Stealthily she made her way down the streets of Tortuga to her room at the Seahorse Inn. Her soft leather boots made no sound when she walked and the few men and women still out on the streets were either so drunk or were carrying a drunken friend to pay much attention to a girl dressed in men's clothing.
As she walked, Amber's thoughts returned to her sisters. Quickly she entered her dark room and pulled off her boots and pants. She slid onto the lumpy mattress, but at least it was one, and pulled the covers up to her waist.
Before falling asleep she whispered, "Soon we will meet again. Very soon...Marina."
The woman who's thoughts these where sat in the furthest corner of a small bar called "The Singing Wave". Her auburn hair hung strait down her back to brush the top of her hips. Her eyes were the color of dying embers and held a glint that warned anyone that she was not a girl to mess with. She was built petite, with long legs. Her height was probably the only thing that made her look close to a pushover. She was only 5'5. She smiled with satisfaction as she thought about how close her sister was. She also thought of how wonderful it would be to avenge her sisters' captures 4 years ago. Four long years (well five in 2 days). She had been 13 when those damn pirates came and took her sisters away from her.
As her hatred boiled her hand instinctively found the scar that pierced just below her right breast. By all rightness she should be dead, but sheer hatred and a longing for revenge kept her alive through those painful months. As soon as she was able to Amber found a swordsman to teach her. It had cost her...she shuddered at the thought, but it was well worth it. Now she was an expert with a sword and a hirable hit man and assassin.
"'ello sweetie. Are ye lookin' fer some company fer the evenin'?" a drunken voice said into her ear.
Amber turned around and glared at the sailor. Her eyes flashed dangerously and she automatically drew her dagger from her boot.
"You better get your drunken self away from me before I have to do something drastic," she said through gritted teeth.
"Ye have a firey personality don't ye?" the sailor asked.
"You have no idea," Amber replied dangerously.
But instead of drawing unwanted attention to herself, since she was a minor in the bar anyways, she stood up and pushed past the man. As she walked by he pinched her rear. Quickly she turned and landed a beautiful punch to his right eye. The sailor staggered a bit and she used those few moments to get out of the bar and a small ways down the street. Soon she heard the heavy footsteps that announced that her sailor had decided to pursue her. She ran into an alley way so as not to attract attention if it came down to her having to kill to save herself. It seemed that she had kept herself from both attraction attention and the possible killing, for the sailor ran stupidly past her alley and she heard him fall a few feet away, passed out in a drunken heap.
"Even better," she said quietly to herself as she emerged from the shadows that her all black ensemble blended with. The only color clothing she wore were three arm bands of green, blue, and white, and a red sash on her waist.
Stealthily she made her way down the streets of Tortuga to her room at the Seahorse Inn. Her soft leather boots made no sound when she walked and the few men and women still out on the streets were either so drunk or were carrying a drunken friend to pay much attention to a girl dressed in men's clothing.
As she walked, Amber's thoughts returned to her sisters. Quickly she entered her dark room and pulled off her boots and pants. She slid onto the lumpy mattress, but at least it was one, and pulled the covers up to her waist.
Before falling asleep she whispered, "Soon we will meet again. Very soon...Marina."