Chapter Two: The Devil's Mark
Captain Jack Sparrow stood for a moment trying to process what just occurred. The only thing keeping him from believing it all to be a dream was the heaviness of the gold in his pocket. He had not even gotten a good look at the woman who had held his life in her hands, if only for a moment. Jack picked up his rum and swaggered back over to Mr. Gibbs who sat enlisting new crew members.
"Mr. Gibbs me thinks I best be going back to the Pearl now," Slurring his words and chugging the last bit of rum from his cup and heading back to his beloved ship. Padding through the streets avoiding random brawls and the seductive glances of overly made up prostitutes approaching the docks he starts up the gang plank.
"I believe I never got your name captain," a cool sensual female voice calls from behind him halting his movements.
"Well if it isn't the phantom who threatens the living" Jack replied with a bit of sarcasm in his drunken voice, now turning to face his ghost. Before him stood a woman dressed in tall black boots, loose black male pants, an even looser white blouse, and a thin black scarf wrapped around her neck that fell across her chest covering what, if any, bosom that could be discerned from under her loose clothing. She stood nearly as tall as him, with ghostly pale skin, icy blue eyes with rings of pale yellow in the centers lined with thick black kohl, her long wavy red hair flowed barely tamed behind a make shift headband of back silk, around her waist a red belt strapped on a fine sword and small revolver. A worn leather messenger bag lay thrown over her right shoulder as she stood before him awaiting an answer.
"Sorry love; the names Captain Jack Sparrow and what would yours be?" he asked blinking back to reality. She shifted and closed the gap between him with eerie grace and speed, not making a single sound.
"I am Aurora," She says simply lowering her head ever so slightly in a polite nod. Scanning over him lightly with her eyes she muttered a few word to low for him to make out.
"Well I suppose you need a cabin eh? Follow me," Jack says turning and finally boarding his ship, Aurora quick at his heels. Her eyes never leave his back as he continues down a dark passage way and stops at a door. Jack opens the door slowly to reveal a simple room cloaked in darkness.
"Here we are love, this is your room for now savvy?" He says not really waiting
for a reply. A simple smile plays across her face as she whispers something inaudible to him again. Three lamps adorning the room burst into dim flames illuminating the space. Jack took a step back in surprise at this minor display cautiously turning to the mysterious Aurora who now seemed to float into the room taking in her surroundings.
"What are you?" Jack stood wondering as his mind sifted through different scenarios, he tentatively took a step towards her. Snapping around and staring him straight in the eye she pulled up her left sleeve to reveal a brand forcefully placed on her wrist.
"So I see," Jack let out with sudden understanding and realization that they both had once been in similar positions "So those men were-".
"Hunters" She finished for him finally speaking in her low cold voice that sent a slight shiver through Jack. Aurora began to pull her hair into a high ponytail as Jack backed out of the room leaving the mysterious woman to her own thoughts. He closed the door and thought of her mark, though of how he had come to know it. She bore the mark given to witches bound to execution.
"Well that's interesting," he mused aloud finding his way to his own cabin.