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.”
Angelica sensed her curious tone, as hard as she kept it hidden she was good at reading people. ”Something wrong?” She questioned, leaning against the wall on her side. ”Pleasure to meet you Anamaria” She smirked a little, eyeing her up and down in a cautious manner. ”You like your drink too by the smells of it” Angelica laughed. The smell brought back memories of her and Jack, and she rolled her eyes a little at herself.
“Never,” AnaMaria said. She frowned. “I take one once in a while, but God forbid I end up a stone-cold drunk. It’s not in my blood.” She raised an eyebrow. “What brought you here, Miss Teach? It can’t be an accident.”