Run
In my room I didn't waste anytime before planning my escape from this hell. Opening an old trunk I pulled out many pair of men's clothing ad stuffed them into a messenger bag. Changing out of my dress and into the breeches and loose shirt I silently thanked y father for teaching me everything he knew before passing away.
Before my father had died he had made it a habit to make sure I knew how to disguise myself, as well as defend in many different ways, and situations, why he did this I really don't know.
Going to my closet I pulled out my fathers old tri-corner hat and twisted my long brown hair underneath it. I also pulled on his worn leather coat that had seen many days out at sea.
Remembering where I had hid all my weapons I quickly went a retrieved them from underneath the loose floorboards beside my bed. Shoving a dagger into my boot, another strapped to my wrist. Two pistols shoved into my belt along with one sword.
Swiftly glancing into a mirror to make sure everything was in place I picked up my bag and started to climb out the window which was located right by a dark alley, praying to god that I would not be recognized through my disguise.
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Jack looked up just in time to see what looked like a scrawny little boy dressed up in his fathers clothes daggling out of a window right above him. Jack saw as the boy lost his grip and started to fall, but didn't move fast enough to get out of the way.
Landing hard on his back side Jack looked up not to see a boy, but a young girl.
"Bloody hell, what you think your doing here in this alley not paying attention to whats going on around you, you fool." she said.
Shoving her off of him, he grimaced and stood up, "I might be askin' ye tha same thing lass."