Chapter 3: Who are you?
She comes to when she is being carried onboard the ship. Without any hint that she was awake, she slowly starts untying her hands, even though her eyes are covered with yet another cloth. She feels them loosen and suddenly she kicks the man in the chest and she falls. She pushes the cloth on her eyes down as much as possible, looking for the edge. As she hear Jack start to come out of his cabin she pulls the cloth up again and dive in the water backwards, never turning her back to Jack or his crew once. Under water, she finishes untying her hands, feat and, finally, her eyes.
There's another splash as Jack jumps in and starts swimming towards her. She swims backwards towards shore as he starts to speed up. He gets to close so she kicks him in the chest. He goes up because she kicked all the air out of him. So she take this opportunity to get farther away. She reaches shore and is half way up the beach when a crewmember hits her in the back with a pole and she starts bleeding because a part of the pole was broken and came off. The part of the pole was now sticking out of her back so she just pulls it out and stabs him with it.
"Your lucky I don't have time to mark ye." She whispers in his ear as he starts to fall.
She runs again and are nearly in the centre of Tortuga when she hears Jack among the people trying to get to where she is. She slides into an alleyway and takes her sheet that looks more like a cape (she left it there one night, lucky for her). She puts it on and goes into a completely different alley and just leans against the wall, with the "cape" over her head so her face and clothes can't be seen. She knows that it's him when he walks behind her, just passing by. Suddenly he stops and he knows it's her. He stays behind her and she can feel his cutlass pressed against her back.
"You gotta stop running, luv, your never gonna get away. Clearly you haven't heard much 'bout me." He said, in a breathless voice.
"That's what you think." She mumbles.
"What was tha'?"
"To catch a Demon, you must be a Demon. But you can't, because there's only one Demon in this world." She says in a stronger voice. Filled with pride and mystery.
"What are ye talking 'bout!"
She pushes down one part of the "cape", to reveal a tattoo. It is a blue heart, with red and orange flames, a dagger going through it, and blood dripping off the dagger, the blood was black.
"How many people do you know with one of these?" She asks him. He doesn't reply.
She then covers up that shoulder and show him the left one, that has another tattoo. It is something like the Grim Reapers weapon of choice, a dagger, a skull, with snakes connecting them all together, and all of it up in flames.
"What 'bout this?" She asks him, with a cold voice. It just sounds flat and bored now. He is still speechless, that makes her oddly proud. "You know what it is don't you."
It wasn't exactly a question, but a statement.
"But… you can't be…" He sounded astonished.
"But I am." She just surveys the surrounding aria.
"Which… cough … which one?" He sounded very nervous now.
"Let me see now, my trade mark is… well… you know, I have escaped you a few times now. You guess" He was still unable to speak properly.
"Oh! Look! I have me name burnt on to me wrist. I did it meself you know." She turns around, by now his cutlass has nearly fallen out of his hand in shock. She lifts up her sleeve and puts her wrist to his face. She then brings her mouth to his ear as he attempts to read the wrist.
"Demon." She whispers into his ear in a seductive, smooth voice that can scare the living crap out of you all at the same time.
She slowly starts to walk away with him just starring at her. She gets down the street when she suddenly hears, "hey!" in the background. She laughs a bit at his newfound slowness and starts to run. She is very fast, but quite, when need be. And right now, she needs to. Running through alleys and jumping walls could get a little loud sometimes. She did it as if she wasn't there at all.
But, unfortunately, he seemed to give up and took the short way back to the dock and she jumped right in front of him. He seemed to have been smart and take this opportunity to catch her. "Oh shit." She says. He caught her by the leg as she got up and started to run again.
"Don't you ever quite, lass?" He seemed to have taken out his knife and has now holding it very tight against her neck.
"No, never. Now come on, lets not get blades mixed up in this. You might lose something you'll regret." She smiles a bit, and keeps continuing before he could speak. "So, you should let me go back to me ship. They are coming back soon and I just want to get back. Or, do you want me to kill you and end up to be the most feared and wanted pirate to ever sail the Spanish-Maine? Or even set foot in the Caribbean?"
"Hehe… very funny, now come on, luv. Before something happens."
"You are either very brave or very stupid." She mumbles as he leads her back to his ship.
