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The Gypsy Pirate
Jazlyn wandered down the cobblestone streets of Port Royal, eyeing the carts and vendors of jewelry, cloth, food, and other goods. A brilliant red apple caught her eye and she deftly pocketed it, hungry as she was.
"Hey! Put that back ye darned gypsy! HEY!" The owner of that particular cart had seen her pocket her prize. Jazlyn quickly slipped into the market crowd and hurried away.
After she was a good distance away she slowed down and took a bite out of the stolen fruit, savoring it as she walked. She came to the fountain in the middle of the market square and sat down on the wide rim, finishing her breakfast and scanning the crowd for any soldiers. Soldiers hated gypsies, and the last thing she wanted was to hauled off to a jail cell for a good few days. It had happened more than once, whether she was doing something "unacceptable", as they often put it, or not.
People milled about, gossiping, hurrying to an unknown destination, or purchasing a variety of goods. Some walked past and gave her no notice, eyes seemingly to pass through her. Others eyed her suspiciously, kept their distance and hurried away, glancing over their shoulders.
Jazlyn cast the core of her apple into the fountain and stood gracefully. She took the pouch tied onto her makeshift belt made of red cloth and tossed it down in front of her. She smoothed her long blue skirt and slowly started to dance. At first she moved lingeringly, bare feet softly padding on the cobblestones and arms held high above her head of tousled, inky black hair. The sun was warm on her dark golden skin. She smiled and her feet moved faster. A few people paused and watched her, eyes following her every move. Her skirt swirled around her, masking her long and lean legs. The sleeves on her blouse-and-bodice green top billowed, disguising the flat daggers she had strapped to her forearms. It was a tough life and she wanted some sort of protection on hand. After what had happened to her father, she was much more cautious.
Her dance continued, a little bit faster than before. The sky blue scarf that held her hair in place came undone and floated to the ground. She twirled, feet moving in complex steps that she created as she danced. More people had stopped to watch her performance, many were smiling at the wonderful show, and some had started clapping to a silent beat. With a last few steps and a whirl, she stopped, arms held to the sky, turquoise eyes sparkling, a grin plastered on her face.
The crowd applauded and went back to their shopping, but some threw coins into her pouch. When everyone was done and had trickled away she bent down and picked up the now heavy sack and tied it back onto her belt. She snatched up her scarf and nimbly tied it around her head. She headed for the docks at a leisurely pace. Now that she had made her keep for the day, she could have some fun. She had heard the other day that Murtogg and Mullroy, her two favorite victims, would be guarding the Interceptor while the ceremony took place up at the fort. With a mischievous grin and a glint in her eyes she melted into the throng, armed and ready to cause all sorts of chaos…
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Jack: Give me rum!...
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Jack: RUM!
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