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“Do you honestly believe that any one of us have a chance?”
The words lightly touched upon his ears as he almost believed he had imagined them. Turning towards the source, as his dull grey eyes met the pair that spoke them. The sea green eyes staring back at him as bloodied red hair fell around her face. Her vest following suit as the only diffusion of color were the white sailor pants that conformed to her figure. Her eyes rested upon him curiously as she seemed eager for his answer. Her pale white skin gleaming under the moonlight as he pondered her question.
They had finally reached the port of Tortuga after two days of sailing. Harassed by the local guards, they were forced to await the greetings of the governor. The news of an elegant Spanish ship was making its way through the area. War was upon empires and the French were looking to take control of said realm. Luckily though, this governor was a friend to marauders and pirates alike as the four few began to settle the ship into its dock.
“We all experienced the horror of Port Royale. Do you believe I can guarantee you anything after that? We were simply fortunate and depending on how much luck God has offered us it may as quickly end here." He proceeded to help her as the two grabbed onto the thick hemp ropes that were tied upon the ship. Pulling with their might as they proceeded to tie the rope around one of the many posts among the dock. The witch herself using her magic as the rope slithered and writhed as it pulled itself upon its post.
“The empires tend to treat their conquered women the same out here as they do within their prisons. I can hardly tell the difference. Oh, but do tell your God that the next time they bestow us good fortune, that they place our escape ship closer to shore. We were lucky it wasn't fully manned and even then, wasn't bloody easy taking it.” She spat as the tattoos of her body began to shift and move. Dancing upon her skin as the compass on her shoulder began to rotate rapidly.
"I'll offer you a drink once we enter the city. I have to at least offer you thanks for what you did for that one gentlemen of our group. Deadmen are not necessarily uncommon but we certainly don't need any more attention.” The woman seemed pleased by this as she looked across at the guards at the end of the dock. They awaited patiently as they held rifles aimed at the pair.
The group would eventually break as an elegantly dressed man pushed his way through. Unhappily waving them off as he pushed their rifles away from the two.
“Ah, Salazar, I was curious to whom this Spanish ship belonged to. I imagine you already know of the war brewing?” The man reached forward as he offered his hand as Salazar proceeded to shake it. Dea seemed slightly perplexed before doing the same to this unknown man.
“My, you are quite the young one. I am pleased that Salazar has not followed in the foul play that many pirates seem plagued with." The man continued as Dea's eyes narrowed.
“We aren’t together.” The captains voiced in unison as it gave the Frenchmen a laugh.
“Its alright, I understand the privacy of your trade but I swear some pirates go through the treachery of marrying other men. The scoundrels! Can you believe such actions? Though, luckily for us, we have had good relations with the Ottomans recently and I have been able to collaborate a deal with them. The Mohammedans are known for their abundance of harems and they have gifted me aplenty to satisfy these tortured souls. I understand Barbary but we are nothing like anima-!”
“Governor," The Spanish man stared upon the governor as his words cut the air like a sharp knife. "Port Royal no longer stands." Salazar didn't seem to particularly care about the ramblings coming from the french man's mouth. He awaited for the response as the elegant man seemed astonished.
"Excuse me...? Could you repeat those words?" The man asked as he looked at the pair this time in a much more serious tone and manner.
"The British have accomplished what they always have. They filled the town with cannon fire and I believe all that is left is the few of us that were able to escape as the Spanish came to challenge them." Salazar responded as the man looked to see if there was any hint of lying, as if trying to find any reason not to trust him. He breathed a long sigh before walking towards his troops.
"Adrian Tremaux. I am the governor of this island." He looked towards the red headed woman as he proceeded to walk towards his soldiers. "I apologize once again for not introducing myself sooner but I promise we shall learn more about one another on a different day. I welcome you both to Tortuga." He waived them off as he began to shout at his soldiers, giving them orders as he demanded them to increase the size of their fleets.
"Seems like even he was taking the murmurings of war lightly." She frowned as she looked across at the town. "It seems many people believe we are a worlds away from all the problems the old world suffers."
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