AnaMaria finished the last of her drink and left the tavern. Making sure her pistol was well concealed and her hair was hidden up in her captain’s hat, she walked down the dark street, taking care to remain in the shadows. She had only made port an hour ago. She knew not if this town welcomed her kind or not.
Silently, she slunk along, always watchful, always silent, stealthy as a cat. She could still taste the remnants on her breath. It bothered her. She didn’t like when it lingered.
She heard footsteps behind her. With one hand on the trigger, she whirled around prepared to defend herself if necessary.
Angelica walked around the corner, her eyes shifted to her surroundings. She noticed the pistol being pointed at her and smirked a little at the woman before her. ”Defensive and Independent. How us woman should be” She smiled at her, holding out her hand for a friendly shake. ”Angelica Teach” She spoke, nodding her head once toward Anamaria.
“Aye.” AnaMaria said without a smile. The woman’s accent was not new to her, but she also knew that she, too, was not from this island. “Angelica.” Something in her mind sharpened and she knew. Jack had mentioned this woman once or twice. She did not let on that she knew of her past though, and kept her face stoic. “The name’s AnaMaria.”