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With a quiet sigh, the dark haired woman watched the door warily as she pulled the pin out of her hair and pulled it open. She reached for the padlock on her cell door and listened closely to the clicking inside of it as she moved the end of the pin in the keyhole. When it clicked open, she swung the door wide enough for her to fit through, knowing it would squeak if she opened it too wide and too fast. She fastened the padlock shut again to keep the door in place and stopped next to the door that led onto the deck of the ship. The man that brought her meals was much smaller than the rest of the crew, so when he walked through the door with a tray of dirty water and stale bread and the woman wrapped one of her arms around his neck from behind, her other hand on the back of his head, he was out in seconds.
The woman took the small dagger from the young man's belt and slipped out of the room carefully. She made it up the stairs, onto the deck, and behind a set of barrels without behind seen. She licked her dry, pink lips and waited for the next part of her plan to walk by her.
She had been planning her escape for months: watching the crew and making note of everything they did. Unlike other prisoners, she didn't just run. She had to do more than just escape.
She had to disappear.
Knowing that the dagger she had taken (the young man constantly told her that his father had made it) was one of the sharpest blades on the ship, she tested the edge on a stray piece of fabric at the end of her skirt. Its cut was clean and quick.
The Captain's First Mate, a large, dark-skinned man that could easily snap her neck with a flick of his wrist, walked by, right on time, to check on the cell where she had been. She used the dagger to swiftly slice his pouch of money right off his waist and watched him head down the stairs, oblivious to her. She stabbed the dagger into one of the barrels and headed for the board that led off of the deck.
By the time the First Mate found the unconscious man and the empty cell, the escapee was already making her way into the city.
She slipped into the first clothing store she found and plucked a dress from the rack. She handed the merchant the pouch of money and left the shop without a word. She casually walked into the pub next door and walked up to the table in the far left corner where a man sat, drinking from a bottle of rum.
He eyed her for a moment, his lips curling into a smile. "I never thought I'd see you again."
She ignored his statement. "I need weapons and a ship."
The pirate licked his lips thoughtfully.
"You owe me," she reminded him, arching a delicate eyebrow.
He nodded. "Alright, you can change back there," he jerked his thumb behind him where there was a small spot between two walls that she would be hidden from view of anyone in the pub. "I'll get you a sword and pistol."
She didn't move.
"Don't worry, lass, I won't peek," he grinned.
After she changed into the dress, a white blouse under a black jacket with silver buttons and a black bodice around her torso above a purple overskirt and black underskirt, she sat across from the man as he set a pistol in the middle of the table and passed a sword over to her.
"Thank you," she murmured, examining the hilt and blade. Her brown eyes flitted back up to him. "And the ship?"
"There's a female captain that has a decent sized ship, looking for a medic. She anchors here every few months for new crew members."
"Where can I find her."
"I don't know." He continued before she could speak, "But I know where to find her Quartermaster. She's this short, pretty thing that scouts the town square for potential crew members. And she's known for having rocky relations with the wealthy and numerous traders."
"Why?"
"She interrupts slave trading to set lose all the whores. I think only one or two of them ever joined the crew."
She nodded once and stood, strapping the sword to the left side of her belt and tucked the pistol into the other side.
"You better hurry before she disappears for a few days after causing all hell to break lose."
"What's her name?"
"Joy Mercer."
"And how do I know it's her?"
"She has a compass rose tattooed on her left wrist."
Joy Mercer, the woman with brown hair and a compass rose tattoo, stood in the shadows of a blacksmith's shop when the escapee spotted her.
But she blinked and Joy was gone. A gun shot echoed between the buildings and shocked screams came from the crowd in the middle of the city.
She sighed in slight annoyance and marched out of her own hiding spot. She saw Joy standing on the stage they display slaves on with a pistol to a man's head as she negotiated with the traders. Three girls were tied up behind the stand, wearing torn clothes and shaking like leaves. As Joy kept talking, the woman cut the girls free and told them to run. A man with a rifle slowly raised it to shoot Joy, but the woman sliced the tip of her sword across the man's back as she ran past him. He cried out in pain and she grabbed Joy's wrist, pulling her off the stand, and they ran.
Joy adjusted her brown belt as she led the ex-prisoner down the docks to a ship named the Wings of Isis. They stopped in front of a woman in a red skirt.
"Captain, I think I've found our new medic," Joy said.
Nina Martin cocked her head. "What's your name?"
"Mara," she replied, "Mara Jaffray."
"I am the chosen, the wretched and divine. I am the unspoken, the one they left behind. Fearless, fight until we die. I am broken, the wretched and divine." -Wretched And Divine, Black Veil Brides
-Rachel