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"No!" Gasped the other woman loudly.
"Yes! Rumored to 'ave taken 'is whole cabinet of silver." The women shook their heads mournfully.
"You lasses talkin' 'bout Belleville?" A vendor walked from behind his cart of vegetables. "I 'ighly doubt it was 'is whole set of silver. No pirate can arm that much in one trip."
The women just narrowed her eyes at the intruder of their conversation and walked away, whispering about this mysterious captain, Captain Belleville. This pirate was one that only had stories and actions to its reputation. There was no face, no gender, no real name. In the minds of men, Belleville was a man because no weaker gender could ever pull of the great feats of piracy that this captain was. Belleville was the most wanted pirates in the Royal Navy, but he seemed to always be just out of reach, a step just before the navy.
"How can this pirate get in and out of our port without being seen!" A high ranking man in the military screamed as he slammed his hand down on the wooden table, staring down a commodore and his crew. "It is not like this man is a phantom! Invisible to the eyes of mankind!" He shrieked again, spittle flying from his lips.
"M-m-maybe he has someone else do it for him? Or... someone in port that helps him." The crew member looked up at the commodore for affirmation that his comment wasn't completely daft before staring at the ground.
"Just leave! Go get Belleville. Do whatever you deem necessary to get that traitor on the end of a rope!"
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"Such beautiful silver." Slender fingers ran around the bowl of a silver spoon, a greedy smirk spreading across her lips. " 'e was such a nice man to let me 'ave 'is silver utensils. It wasn't to 'ard either. Simple seduction." Delaney waved her hand nonchalantly and turned to face a couple members of her crew who awestruck by the silver set upon their dining table.
"And 'e is non the wiser, eh?" A man sneered and leaned closer to his captain.
"Aye." Was all the woman said and she licked her lower lip then brushed by the men standing there, thick boots thudding against the wood floor as she strode to her quarters.
Once safely in her rooms, she kicked off her shoes and trotted over to her desk. Once she set down, she placed her elbows on the desktop and dropped her chin into the palm of her hands, rubbing her temples with her index fingers. Piracy sure was a great life, but it came with a cost. Sure, the governor was just a man in her scheme to keep up her reputation and gain wealth, but there were so many other men that were 'just men'. It was a shame that she used her promiscuity to gain what she wanted.
Delaney Belleville. The dreaded pirate of the seas, phantom of the ports. A man in everyone else's mind, but a common whore in her own. How did she get to this point? Simple determination. The girl had grown up as lowly peasant in the countryside somewhere, bowing to whatever someone of higher status told her to do. At least that was how her life was after her father died. Her life didn't matter before he died; that part of her life didn't shape her. It was the struggle, the pain, the turmoil that turned her into the 'ruthless' pirate that had the dastardly reputation, but she wouldn't trade in her traitorous life style for one of east. Delaney has become addicted to thrill and crudeness of her life.
Shaking her head quickly, she focused down on the map spread across the desk. In three days time she was going to make port again. There was a well-to-do winery that she wanted to obtain some wine from, but the trick to that one was the fact that she wasn't going to be close to the docks. She needed some detailed planning to work this out. Maybe some disguises and wagons...