Finished writing it, so I thought I'd submit it early.
"Jack 'as it?"
Daniel, a convict buddy of hers, was just as surprised as she to hear the news. "How are 'ou gonna find 'em?" He asked, his words rather slurred. Ignoring that particular issue, she rolled her eyes, snatching the bottle of rum from him and tossing it over her shoulder, hearing the bottle break as it slammed into the wall of some building of their current Tortuga-hideout.
"Don't know. I'll find a way though…" She growled rather than pronouncing the last sentence, already plotting the wrath she would inflict on that wretched man when she found him. Her necklace, her own life, was in the hands of a drunken man.
How comforting.
Alia stood, heaving a sigh as she did. Pains shot through her left leg, causing the limp she usually had when she walked.Every onelost a battle every now and then.
"Well, I'm not just goin' to sit here. You are, however." Alia said, gesturing toward Danny. He huffed, even though he was older than her, as if were a little child, but obeyed anyway. Turning on her heel, Alia departed from the dark and depressing building.
Immediately as she crossed into the wildest territory of the island, she had to dodge countless objects. Bullets whizzed by, missing her by inches, if not colliding with bottles, kegs, hats, or other people first. She continued on fearlessly nonetheless, until she arrived at the pub; her long awaited destination.
Easily, she shifted through the crowd, finding a table in the farthest corner and sitting there. She didn't drink anything, definitely not in the mood for such a thing. Not too long after, a woman suddenly appeared, sitting across from her. Alia observed her, seeing her dark hair and skin, a wild look in her eyes, her apparel the biggest clue of her personality. Smirking, Alia leaned back in her chair, casually crossing her arms over her chest.
"And who might you be?"
The women mirrored Alia's smirk, her eyes burrowing into her as if searching her very soul. "Anamaria. And yourself?" Ah, so Alia did in fact know this woman, having heard of her many a time.
"Alia Sp-" She suddenly paused as she reached her last name, as if hesitant about it. Ana smirked, rolling her eyes. "Sparrow I'm guessin'. Anyone can tell just by lookin'." The woman spoke the truth. From her face, eyes, hair, down to her slightly swaggering walk, the two definitely had a few things alike. Alia's face suddenly turned… mischievous.
"You know Jack?"
"Oh, I know him. Lookin' for him?"
"'Deed I am… on a mission, you could say."
Ana leaned back in her seat, the two smirking knowingly at each other, practically reading the other's thoughts. "What's in it for me?"
Alia smirked, reaching to her belt and pulling out a leather sack. She shook it, and you could just barely make out the sounds of jewels and coins within it. Ana looked greedily at the bag, Alia having to take it from her view to get her to pay attention.
"And of course… there's always the reward of… revenge." Alia said, raising an eyebrow. This was enough to convince the other woman, and she held out her hand. Alia shook it, offically sealing the deal.
"What about the-"
"You'll get the bag once we find Jack."
She frowned, though accepted the answer anyhow. "So, what exactly are you needin' him for?"
