Anamaria. I used to sail with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, but since then, I have become the captain of a ship of my own. Don't be stealin' it or I'll make you pay. I can command a crew and lead a voyage just as well, if not better, than any man. My only home is the ocean and my house is the vessel Calypso's Wrath. I have a leopard named Maurice as my faithful sidekick, and you'd best watch your back if he doesn't like you. All in all, I sail the seas day in and day out, and I find myself a good number of ways to pass the time. Pirate is in my blood. It's the only life for me, savvy?
The damage from the fight had been too much for Calypso’s Wrath. Anamaria had known it, but was grateful the ship had managed to limp to shore anyway. She had left her crew to guard it and had ventured into the land before her- a strange new land, with temperatures hotter than a sunny Caribbean day. She had walked for almost a mile before realizing there was almost no one around. No shops, no marketplaces, no ports- just a beggar here and there. It was so isolated, it was eerie.
Anamaria slowly found her way through the area, coming to a walled city. Luckily, the gates were still open. She slipped inside, taking care to keep a knife within easy reach. The people here eyed her suspiciously. She was here for honest reasons, but they did not seem to think so. Apparantly women are in ill-regard here as well. She kept to the shadows, grateful that it was slightly cooler there, and explored the streets, eager to find materials for her vessel.
Why won’t they listen!? Dastan was horrifically out of breath, and terribly shook up. He had to get out and fast. Persia couldn’t be his home any longer until he could find out who killed his father. He’s dead… The thought still baffled him. Not an hour ago were they laughing and toasting to a city well over taken. Now, he was running through the streets, a fugitive charged with murder. He paused just a moment to hide in the shadows as the guards ran past. Seizing the moment, he turned and headed toward the gates, praying they’d still be open and the guards hadn’t blocked them yet. Hearing a cry behind him, he glanced backwards, and to his folly, for he ran right into someone near the city walls.
“OOMPH!!!”
A mass of arms and legs tumbled to the ground, much to Dastan’s dismay. This is not helping! They stopped rolling, and he had two seconds to see whom he toppled into. The most exotic pair of amber brown eyes looked up at him, shocked at their unfortunate encounter. “Uh, ‘scuse me?” He heard a shout and knew the guards would be right on top of him. Jumping to his feet he looked for two seconds, just long enough to hear, “GET HIM! TAKE THE GIRL TOO!” Shit! Grabbing the woman around the wrist, he stated quite firmly as he dragged her to her feet, “RUN.”
Anamaria took note of the guards and didn’t ask questions. Something inside her told her to follow this man. He knew the city better than she did, and would be able to find a better place to hide. She bolted. She followed the man throughout the twisted streets, dodging and running between various people. She leapt over a dog in her path and managed to keep up with him fairly well. “Need a place to hide?” She asked, uncertain of whether or not the city was safe enough. “I have one.”
He probably wouldn’t take it. She would not have, either. But in the moment, it seemed like a good offer to make. Who would search a broken ship? She had her crew had official-looking disguises for such occasions. Who was to say they weren’t a foreign dignitary looking for a harbor to restock at? it had saved their freedom more than once.
“How bout it?” Anamaria asked. The guards were gaining, and she knew there wasn’t much more room for running.
Anamaria spotted the familiar ship from a distance. She had known it well. Very, very well in fact. She decided to remain on the shore since she was not quite up to reuniting with the captain of that vessel.
Her thoughts busied her as she walked barefoot in the sand. She had been so focused on relaxation that she did not notice the approaching footsteps, causing her to nearly jump when she heard her name spoke from the mouth of none other than Captain Jack Sparrow…
It was coming to that time again for Jack and his crew. They needed to be on land again. As much as they loved sailing and the sea, they craved solid ground again. When an island presented itself on the horizon, Jack made the call to dock for awhile. While his crew hung out or went to the nearby town, Jack went for a walk on the beach.
As he walked down the beach, a figure of a woman walking became clearer. Even from the back she looked familiar. Jack got closer and closer still until he most certainly recognized her. “Anamaria?” He couldn’t believe it was her.
“Aye.” Anamaria said slowly. “Jack. Can’t say it’s a pleasure, but can’t say it isn’t.” She eyed him cautiously. “What are you doing in this port?”
“Possibly because I spent most of my time around the male piracy population.” Giselle smirked slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest looking towards Anamaria. Well, wasn’t she something to admire? She had never met anyone quite like her before – and Giselle was finding she was becoming quite admirable – Anamaria was quite the woman. “Leaving?” Giselle asked, tilting her head whilst some strands of her loose blonde waves touched her shoulder.
She gave her shoulders a small shrug. “There came a point – recently – where I considered doing such a thing.” Giselle felt a smirk tug at the corners of her lips as she recalled that conversation. “I don’t see it happenin’ anytime soon.” She couldn’t’ help but laugh a little at the suggestion of her joining the ranks of piracy. Now wouldn’t that have been a sight to behold. “I can’t say I’ve thought about that – I think I’ve shared too many nights with the pirates around here tha’ that might be awkward.”
Straight to the point, brutal and honest. That was Giselle through and through. Why should she hide what she was when she wasn’t even ashamed of what kept food on her table – or what led her to be the strong independent woman that she was now?
“No, not leaving.” Anamaria assured her. “Just stretching.” Giselle’s comment made her snort a bit with laughter. “Aye, I can see how that would be a bit awkward lol. But who knows?” she shrugged. “You might turn out to be such a fearsome pirate that they wouldn’t recognize you.” Her eyes smirked and her mouth did as well. “I can see it in you.”
Anamaria ran her fingers through her hair, untangling it again. “Blasted locks of mine. Never staying in the right place.” she mumbled to herself. “Anyway,” she began once it was out of her eyes. “Dare I ask who it was who attempted to convince you to join the piracy life?” her eyes flashed with a teasing smile. “Some secret love of yours?” No doubt the woman must have a love. She was gorgeous.
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She spoke, moving her hand up taking another sip of the rum. Giselle nodded her head as Anamaria started her story upon how she ended up with her vessel. This would be quite the story. She enjoyed stories, not that she would tell anyone. If any of the men that she had found herself with ever wanted to tell a story, she would contently listen. They reminded her of what she could have had – if she wasn’t in Tortuga trying to earn ends meat.
“Well now, that’s quite the story.” The blonde spoke quite interested in everything that she had heard. Of course, the stories that she had heard about the navy, as much as she was supposed to respect, she didn’t. “You’re quite the adventurer and Captain, then, Captain.” Giselle nodded her head as she offered Anamaria some of her rum. “My story pales in comparasion.”
“No,” Anamaria said. “You were kind enough to hear mine, I would love to hear yours.” She took a seat on a rock a few feet away. “I am glad you liked mine though. It was quite the trial to live through, believe me. But it makes a great bartale.” She grinned. “I promise every last word is true, though.”
She rolled her shoulders to get comfortable, her story wasn’t as thrilling as Anamaria’s but she would do her best to tell her how it was. She didn’t want to get too into it, but she’d try her best. “I bet it does make a great bartale – the men mustn’t believe you a lot – I’m guessing?” She asked, because she was a woman, Giselle just wasn’t sure. She moved her hand against her cheek, pushing through her blonde hair as she started to tell her story;
“Well, my da was from here, but they both ended here in the end.” Giselle smiled as she recalled her parents, she didn’t actually have a clue where they were now. “Da’ was a fisherman.” She noted. “Mum was a maid from some… where she ne’er got around to telling me.” Giselle started as she didn’t want to get too into her parents.
“When I got old enough, money was scarce, da’ was earning so much, so they more or less threw me out.” She contemplated how that was – but again, she was old enough at that time to understand what she had to do to get by. “I met my friend Scarlett, who was working in a business – and she got me into it with her; a home over my head, as long as I paid my way.”
“I didn’t see much o’ my parents since – I don’t even know if they’re still alive, to be fairly honest.” Giselle didn’t, nor did she care anymore. The life she had lead wasn’t glamorous but it was what she had to do to get by. “I earn money by selling my body.” She wasn’t proud of it, but she wasn’t ashamed either- it kept food on her table. Did the same for Scarlett too.
It wasn’t as if a Captain of a ship, a pirate, wasn’t not going to know about whores, Giselle just tried to make it sound pretty because she was talking to another woman, whether she seemed so… confident and independent or not. “Sure the men that come in port and pay for my services can be right pigs, but a couple have been known to be quite pleasing.” She didn’t mean in the satisfaction sort of way – just in company. Not every single pirate or fisherman that she had met had only wanted sex.
Anamaria listened quietly but intently. She found the tale facinating. Giselle had such strength. She wondered how she would have fared under such circumstances. She remained quiet for a bit, thinking things over.
“I admire your strength and honesty.” she said. “I truly do. You are a hell of a woman, Giselle.” She smiled kindly. She had a lot of admiration for the fiery blond. “I am glad I met you.” She leaned back and stretched. “Funny though, how you’ve spent a lot of time here, and I did too, and we have never crossed paths before.” She supposed it was because she had usually remained on the Pearl. “Have you considered leaving? Perhaps joining the ranks of piracy?” she asked with a smile. She could always welcome a strong willed woman aboard her ship. Might do the men good to see not all were weak cowards as they thought. Two examples of great women would be much better than one.
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