Jack wandered outside and waited a few moments. In a short time, he saw Kaela wander around the corner, clutching a small bundle.
"There yer are."
"Oh, shut up. I was gone less than 5 minutes."
"But time is so valuable Lady Kael- agh…"
Captain Jack suddenly found himself rammed against the alley wall with her loaded pistol jammed into his chest.
"Did I say something?"
"Never call me Lady again! Do you hear me? Never!" she hissed in a deadly whisper. "Walk in front of me."
Jack obediently did as she told him.
"You seem a little over fond of threatening me at gunpoint," Jack remarked.
Then he felt something whistle by his head.
"How's that for variety," said Kaela as she walked up behind him.
He bent and picked up her knife, examining it closely.
"Nice blade."
"Yes it is. Now give it back." Jack made no motion to comply.
"I said, give it back!"
"Catch," he shouted, throwing the knife up in the air.
Kaela reached up and tried to grab the blade as it fell to the ground, but only succeeded in gaining a long, shallow cut on her right palm.
"You bastard!" she cried, picking up the knife and giving him an identical cut on his right hand.
"What was that for?" he cried incredulously.
"You cut me, I cut you. Fair is fair," she smirked, none of her anger dissipating.
"Why do I get the feelin yer gonna be a lot of trouble fer me?"
"I have no idea," she said, with a note of dry sarcasm in her voice.
"Just a few rules before we go on board. One, always call me Captain. Two, act like a decent pirate. And three, well….I don't remember number three…so…I'll set yer up in the cabin with Anna Maria and we'll be on our way tomorrow mornin."
The two clambered on board and were quickly settled. Jack was thankful that the night had ended well, but little did he know of what was soon to be coming his way. One thing was for sure. Kaela was a very mysterious handful.