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Your Bones, Like Stones: Faye and Evan

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As Evan made his way back down the street toward Faye’s apartment he could just barley make her out in the dim flickering light of the lanterns and small fires that lined the now dark street. After his shower, finding Faye asleep he walked out front taking a seat on the small steps that lead up to the door. He hadn’t been there long when jack a proceed wanting to take him for “the nickel tour”. Seeing that things were calm and Faye was sleeping he thought it might be a good way to get a feel for the place. Jack took the time to point out areas that he wanted to improve. Areas that were security risks. Evan was sure that he could take care of all of his construction need, even with minimal help. Shortly after they had started back two men approached Jack needing a word with him and so Evan stepped aside. When Jack came back he shook Evans hand and told him he had a few things to tend to and that he would see him in the morning. Then they parted ways. Evan continued to walk and Faye began to come into focus. Her body outlined by shimmering light of the fires and sort of glow around her hair. “There you are sleepy eyes.” He spoke as he was now standing in front of her. “Everything ok?” @faye-rivers

When Faye finally saw him, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The asshole... “Where’ve you been?” she hissed, looking around as people walked by, some staring, some minding their own business. “I wake up and you’re fuckin’ skint... what’d I tell you? Huh?” She snatched him by the arm and started walking back towards her apartment. “You don’t go anywhere without me. You don’t know this place. You don’t know them. You don’t know him.” 

Jack was smart. Smart enough to make you believe he wasn’t. She’d seen it first hand. Made the same mistake herself. Let herself believe that he had her best interest in mind. When he only had his own. It was why she wanted to leave. But that would never happen. Especially not if her friend decided to make himself useful. Jack liked useful. 

Jack kept useful. 

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The rum had started warming his skin even now as he took another drink. Evan watched as she moved thinking about his offer. “A beautiful death."he thought. He watched much like a boy would watch a spider in its web feeling around for unsuspected prey. He didn’t know just how deviant she might be, he didn’t recall much at all about her. Maybe it was the rum or maybe the long time he had been at sea, but he was taking a fancy to the shape of her body. She had curves like a woman but she was strong and fit, a fighter. Her hair was a mess but there was a sense of order to it. Her eyes, her lips. He watched it all as she moved about the cabin. "So… Do we have an accord?” He spouted out needing to break the silence before it was obvious that he was staring at her. In a way he wanted her to fight and argue the terms, in another he wanted he to quietly agree. Yet in another he wanted things much more carnal. He waited on her response turning the bottle up, all the while watching he as she moved. @faye-rivers

Faye had been much more careful with her drink. Appearing to turn back the bottle but only allowing the rum to wet her lips. She wasn’t foolish enough to get drunk now, when she was so close to getting what she wanted. Especially in the company of someone like him: a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. She could feel his eyes on her, and the first thought she had was that maybe, just maybe, she could use that to her advantage. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d taken someone for all they had simply because they wanted a look at her tits. 

She leaned against the desk as he spoke, thinking over what they’d talked about. Picking up a little round paperweight, she turned it over in her hands, examining it before sticking it in her pocket. Pushing away, she walked towards him, stopping just before her knees bumped his. Faye held out her hand. 

“We have an accord,” she nodded. 

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Your Bones, Like Stones: Faye and Evan

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The water dripped from his body as he turned off the water and stepped from the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waste and moved toward the sink. Wiping away the layer of fog that covered the mirror he could see just how rough he looked. It had been a while since he looked into his own eyes, since he had looked at himself in a mirror. While there was a familiar person in his eyes the rest was much changed. The running and lack of food and hygiene had him in a poor state. Even reached down pulling the drawer of the vanity open hoping to find a razor, and if he was lucky some shaving cream. There were few items in the drawer, but he did find an unused blue razor. The kind his father would have bought from the dollar store. Evan made due with hand soap and began to slowly cut away the hair, as it flowed down the drain he felt like he was changing, like maybe he could find hope underneath. He finished, with a nice clean shave leaving his mustache and goatee, he smiled at himself before walking out of the bathroom. “Faye?” he called as he emerged. There was no answer so he moved to the other room looking for her. He stopped when he saw her lying there on the mattress, she looked like she was very tired and he didn’t want to wake her, though he did need to find some clothes until he could get his cleaned. He walked across the room and leaned against the window sill looking out at the people as they moved about, with there many tasks and chores. He sat there in his towel soaking in the sunlight, “Things are about to change, everything is going to change. @faye-rivers

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When Faye woke up it was dark. The room was quiet except for the normal sounds from outside. People working and talking quietly. She sat up, rubbing the bridge of her nose to stave off the headache she could feel forming behind her eyes. “Evan?” she called as she pushed to her feet. She grabbed her overshirt and pulled it back on, moving to the main room of the small apartment. It was empty. Frowning, she moved to the window and looked out. A few small cooking fires burned in the yards below. Men moved about, guns slung over their backs as they changed out the watch. Nothing seemed amiss. 

“Shit,” she said to herself, running a hand through her hair. Her first thought was that he’d left her here. Gone and escaped without her. But looking back, his pack was still there. “Where are you?” she said again. Moving for the stairs, she stopped to put on her boots and grab her weapon. Once outside, she looked left and right, asking if anyone had seen the hulking form of her impromptu roommate. No one had. But Faye had a sinking feeling that she knew who had. 

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Evan eased back in his chair as she spoke. Faye did have a way with words. “If you want to look at it that way yeah. Guess I will follow her down the ally.” He reached up running his hand along his neared as she continued with a line of doubting questions. “I’ve told you. This is my ship. You can’t have her. Truth is I wanted her for my…” He paused. He wasn’t sure he needed to let her in on everything he had been planning. “That ship is fast, for her size. She’s strong and she has 18 guns as well. She’s carrying gold and goods headed south. I’d take her for myself, put one of my men on her as captain. Let her make me some coin, but it seems I owe a debt to ya’. So I’m offerin’ her to you.” He took another long drink from the bottle and gave her a stern look. “If you’re gonna be so god damned picky this is gonna take a while. She really is a fine prize.” He looked at her. She was way to pretty to be this rash. What made her her this way? Why was it so hard for her to see that he was trying to make good for her and that this was a very fair deal? He was a pirate, but that didn’t mean he was a bad man. “So what do you say? Are we gonna do this?” He leaned back waiting on her to make up her mind and then see if he could live with the stream of demands and conditions that would be coming with it. @faye-rivers

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“That’s exactly how I look at it. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t wanna get fucked in return.” She narrowed her eyes at him. Anything left half-said was worth saying in the right company. Just not her company it seemed. But Faye didn’t say anything about it. He probably wouldn’t tell her anyway. Pacing her own line across the cabin floor, she thought about the offer again. “Fine,” she consented. “But you tell me everything. At least as it’s got to do with this. I don’t want no goddamn surprises.” 

Faye wasn’t sure if she trusted him completely. If he was smart, he wouldn’t trust her. Even now, a small part of her was thinking of how to double cross him and get away with both ships, not just the one that had been offered up. But she pushed that part away, knowing it was foolish. Even if she wanted to take his crew and his ship, Faye didn’t have the manpower or the financial backing to do so. So this was her only option. Side with him. Get her due. And get the hell out of English waters. 

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Evan made his way back across the room to his chair as she continued to drink from his bottle. “That is exactly why I haven’t mentioned this to the crew.” He caught her eye before reaching to take the bottle back. “Only my most trusted officers know about her and they know just enough to help gather intelligence about her.” He sat down and took another drink setting the bottle down on the desk and turning the map toward him. “Sure she’s big she’s fast and she’s armed, but look here.” He traced his finger along a line to a small dot. He tapped his finger hard on the map. “This is where I’ll have her. The harbor is shallow and it puts her at a disadvantage we can put guns on her and she won’t be able to retaliate. Plus there is no Spanish support there. She will be alone. Her crew will be tired and have rum and pussy on there mind.” He let out a low growling laugh. “It will be a slaughter not suicide. My men will take her and a share of the hold the ship will be yours as well as a share of the hold.” He looked up at her with a grin and took another drink from the bottle his face warming now. “A prize worthy as repayment?” He asked looking for her approval in his plan.

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Faye stared at him for a moment, then snorted with disbelief, looking away and shaking her head as she drank more of his rum. “You’re playin’ a goddamn dangerous game, you are.” The rum burned down her throat, sweet and full of fire, and she begrudgingly gave it back to him, though it was probably for the best. Getting drunk in his cabin wouldn’t be a good idea. 

Leaning forward with no small amount of sighing, Faye watched his hands trace the map, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “You really think that’ll work?” she asked honestly. “Follow her down and alley and then fuck her when she ain’t lookin’?” Faye sat back, crossing her arms. The look on her face would tell him she was thinking about it. But then it changed to skepticism. “Why do you want to give me that ship instead of this one? Maybe I don’t want it. Maybe it’s too pretty. Maybe I don’t want the trouble of whoever’s gon’ come lookin’ for her once word gets out she’s been took. What’s wrong with it besides? What’s she carrying? Gold? Is it gonna be enough for me riskin’ my neck?” She asked all of this rapidfire, slamming her own finger down on his map as she spoke. 

Faye stood, pacing the room and running a hand through her already messy hair. “Say I agree.” She stopped walking and turned to face him. “Say I take this ship and sail off into the sunset? What then? We’re square?” Walking forward, she placed her hands palm down on the desk and leaned towards him. “Better be a lotta damn gold.” 

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Evans face sank as he listened to her tale of being imprisoned. He didn’t remember her taking his place he had no idea that she was hung. He only had vague memories of her and a plan for him to elude and escape the military in Nassau. The rum had blurred the rest of it. “I’m sorry Faye.” He knew nothing he could say would change anything. “Truly I never meant any harm to you.” He sat on the edge of the desk close to where her feet were propped. He raised his eyes to meet hers, but first they traced over her legs and over her body. “So you say I owe you a ship? Looking into her eyes he searched for any sign that she was bluffing, that she was still just working him, looking for a way to take his ship. Deciding that he had a debt to pay to her, he continued tho he was still very uncertain of her intent. "There is a ship. A prize that I’ve had my eye on. None of my crew know about it.”

He turned in place pulling a few papers and maps from under her hat. “The Princess Laura, a Spanish ship, a galleon. These are her mane feats and travel maps.” He handed them to her and waited on her to look them over.

He stood and walked over to the wall behind her moving a few books and reaching into a small chest retrieving a bottle, the glass was dark and adorned with skulls and ornate scroll work. He pulled the cork and took a drink.

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She watched his face as she retold her story, not sure if she believed him or not. She supposed it was irrelevant at this point, being that they were both free and she was alive. Still. “You should be.” She added, “But thank you,” merely as an afterthought. “Now anyway, enough with the walk down memory lane. Yes, you owe me a ship. A big one. A fast one. A good one. Not some puddle jumper with half a mast and more holes than a brothel in Singapore.” An eyebrow raised as he mentioned just such a thing. “Oh, really? How convenient for you. And why wouldn’t you tell your crew? Hmm?” 

With a skeptical look, she took the papers from him, dropping her feet off his desk to properly lay them out. Her eyes scanned the parchment. “Well, fuck my mama...” she said mostly to herself. “You’re serious? You wanna go after this ship? This one? Here?” Her hand slapped down on the paper, shaking her head. “I ain’t goin’ back to prison, Evan. Not for the fuckin’ Queen Anne’s Revenge herself. This is a goddamn suicide.” Walking to where he was standing, she reached for the bottle he was holding, taking it and turning it back herself. She grimaced, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before walking back to the desk with the bottle. “I ain’t dyin’ for you twice...” she growled. 

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Your Bones, Like Stones: Faye and Evan

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Evan stepped into the room and began to look around as Faye closed and bolted the door behind them. Her comments caught him off guard. “No, hon. It’s not bullshit,” he said as his head hung low. His mind raced back to a time before all of this. Before the dead and the killing. Before the outbreaks and the panic. To a happy time. His family his job. All was right in the world. New Orleans wasn’t the best place on earth but it sure was good to him.

He looked up at her, “yeah, proud member of the NOLA local 58. Guess we never had time to work out all the details. Seems like we’ve been fighting for survival ever since we met.” He kinda scratched at his head a little, before speaking again. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on my tools but I’m sure it will comeback pretty quick.” He had years of experience and was certain that nothing these guys needed would ever be held to the standards that he had to produce before. He also knew it was a good way to get close to jack. To get this man to trust him. But he also knew that he and Faye had to sale their relationship to the man. If he found out they were lying, everything would come apart.

He kinda laughed a little when she inquired about his bag. “Ah.. Yeah, well.. I had gathered a bit more but when I had to bug out of my last hide I didn’t have time to gather my stores.” He walked over to the little bar that separated the kitchen and living room, putting his bag down. “Hot water work?” He asked. “I think we could both agree that I need a shower, maybe even a shave he said as he rubbed his hand over his coarse bearded face.

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“Good,” she said simply. Bullshitting your way through life might have worked before, but now all it would do is get you killed. There was no room for falsehood these days. And if you could survive by lying, well, you wouldn’t survive long. Either the walkers or the people would get you. 

She ‘hmmd’ in agreement. “That’s all their is now. Fighting. Surviving.” Faye gave him a small smile. “’Least you got out with your hid intact.” She leaned her hip against the bar as he moved closer. “Yeah, but you got about five minutes ‘for it’s cold enough to turn your outy into an inny. Soap and towels on the shelf. Make yourself at home.” 

With that, she walked past him into the little room with the mattress, sitting down and pulling off her boots. She pulled her hair out of it’s messy bun and shook it out. It was diry, and so was the rest of her, so she’d shower later, when Evan was done. He needed a bath more than she did. While she waited on him, she lay back on her pillow, content to lay in the relative quiet until it was her turn in the shower. 

She was asleep in less than two minutes.

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Stop over looking people for the little things and give everyone and equal chance to show you just how amazing they really can be.

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  Evan just realized how badly Faye honestly thought he had promised his ship to her. He hadn’t thought much about how they had last parted, but that scar must have been the result of said parting. "Listen to me Faye.” He said sternly. “I’m not exactly sure how you have come to believe my ship belongs to you, or how you got that scar, or how any of this is my fault, but if you’d like to join me in the privacy of my cabin, maybe we can get to the bottom of this. Maybe we can come to an agreement if you feel I’ve shorted you in some way.” He was sincere in his offer and there was no secondary motive. He had a crew he was beholden to and although he was a pirate whose heart was just as black as the flag he flew from his mast his blood was red.

“Now call off your men that are following us. My men are already watching. Either we go talk about you you leave it be.” He gave her a short grin. “You can’t out pirate a pirate love. Savvy?” And with that he started back, walking toward his ship. The night breeze blew cool across the water. Lights from the ships flickered and danced on the water. Sounds of the singing and laughing from the pub bounced off of the crates that lined the dock. It was a very calm night and he wanted to keep it that way.

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She looked at him as if he’d just declared he was the Messiah himself. “You don’t remember, do you?” There was a pause of one breath. “You arrogant, selfish, back-stabbing, ungrateful pig! I nearly died in that prison! Me! The one who wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place!” She shook her head, turning and walking a few paces away before coming back and sticking a finger under his nose. “You tell me you don’t remember Nassau. You look me in the eye, and swear on your mother’s fucking grave that you don’t remember.” 

Her hand dropped to her side, and she lowered her voice, but only because they were drawing attention. “I saved your life, remember? The price was anything I wanted. Do you remember that?” Real tears welled up this time. “I kept my end of the deal. You got out. And never looked back. You left me there, Evan,” she said, using his name for the first time. “And they hung me.” Her hand reached up to rub her neck. “‘Least they tried to. Rope was full o’ dry rot. Snapped after about a minute.” She didn’t elaborate on how she’d escaped. It didn’t matter. 

She snorted, looking away and shaking her head. “Shorted. You could say that.” But she still put her fingers to her lips and whistled twice in quick succession. “There. Happy? But don’t think they won’t still be watching you.”

 She jogged to catch up with him as he walked off. They walked down the dock, and Faye let him go up the first, if only so she didn’t get shot on site. She followed, starting right back at the men who stared at her. “They act like they’ve never seen tits before,” she commented as they entered his cabin. She took off her hat and shook her long hair out of it’s holdings, finding what looked like his chair and making herself at home in it, propping her feet on the table and tossing the hat across the papers strewn there. 

“So. Talk.” 

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Your Bones, Like Stones: Faye and Evan

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Evan reached up and touched Faye’s hand as jack mentioned her cooking and other tasks, “yeah, she’s a good woman, one of the best I’ve ever known.” The comment was mean for Faye as much as it was for jack. He lowered his hand and smiled a fake but convincing smile as the man tried to joke with Evan. “Well before all of this, I did construction work. I can weld and build just about anything with metal in it. Not to shabby with carpentry work either. And I know my way around mechanics. Other than that guess I’m just a topical southern boy. I know my way round guns and the woods.” He figured if he offered up that he had trade skills it might turn into an exit strategy for both him and Faye later.

Jack nodded his head as Evan told him of his trades. “That’s nice. Real good. I got a few guys that think they can build, but ain’t none of them a real tradesman. My daddy was in the iron workers union as long as I can remember, so… Let’s just say I know the lifestyle.” He let out a sort of laugh as he we led at Evan. He stood up and stretched out his arm offering his hand to Evan. “Tell you what. You get on out of here with the wife, sure you two got some catching up to do. I think she still has a room to herself.” He looked at Faye to confirm. “I’ll send my man for you after breakfast in the morning and he will show you what we have in mind around here.”

Evan stood and shook his hand. “Yeah. Would be nice to get some rest too.” He said once again offering that same smile. “I’ll be lookin for him.” Evan said and then turned finding Faye’s hand with his and started out the door.

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Faye tried not to startle at the touch to her hand, but her eyes did flick down moment before flicking to Evan and back to Jack. His eyes were on Evan, however, and he didn’t notice. Faye hoped Evan wasn’t bullshitting as he talked about all the things he knew how to do. They’d gotten to know each other a good bit while they’d been outside, but they’d never gotten into a lot of specifics. Too busy running for their lives to talk about the past. She didn’t figure him for an idiot, so she just kept quiet as the two men finished their chat. 

Faye met Jack’s eyes one last time, trying her best to give the man a grateful nod instead of a glare. He returned the nod, so it must have been the former. She exited the building with Evan. 

When they were gone, Jack turned to the man next to him. “Keep an eye on those two. Don’t bother ‘em. Just watch. Somethin’ don’t sit right with me.” The man nodded, and the topic was closed.

Outside, Faye pulled Evan in the direction of her room, a small room situated above what had once been a small mom and pop feed store. She opened the door, making sure he was well inside before shutting it and bolting it closed. Faye pressed her back to the door, running a hand over her face. “He’s gonna know if you lied. So I hope all that bullshit you were spoutin’ ain’t bullshit.” She watched him for another long moment before moving towards the back of the store, to the set of stairs going up. Without waiting, she ascended, pushing open the door at the top of the stairs. The room was small, barely three rooms: a small bathroom, a tiny bedroom, and a kitchen/living room split into two sections by a waist high vinyl-topped bar. 

There were only a few personal items aside from regular stock things like canned food, bottled water, a few dishes, and a few perishable vegetables. There was no couch, only a pitiful looking potted palm in front of a small window facing East, out into the compound. The bathroom contained one roll of toilet paper, a small bottle of shampoo, a bar of soap, several small hand towels, and two larger ones, one of which lay on the floor, a toothbrush, a small container of floss, and small tube of toothpaste.

In the tiny bedroom, there was a small mattress on the floor covered by a blue fleece blanket, a rumpled white sheet, and a barely there piece of a pillow. Faye’s messenger bag lay on the mattress. 

“It ain’t much, but it ain’t dirt either, so I can’t complain. That all your stuff?” She tilted her chin at the bag over his shoulder.

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The Devils Whore

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"Owe her to you? You’ve lost your mind love.” Evan wasn’t sure exactly how Faye had come to believe his ship belonged to her. What he did know is that she was smart and full of piss and vinegar. If she though the ship was hers she had a plan and most likely it was already in action. With this in mind Evan turned back to the bar looking down the way to see his first mate looking on in amazement. He motioned to him.

Travis Moore had been sailing with Evan since he was a bosuns mate on a little fishing boat. He knew something was wrong and he had never seen this woman before. “Travis, I’m headed back to the ship. I trust everything is in order? Mr. Sims has completed his tasks?” Travis nodded that the job was done and so Evan added “ in half an hour send three whores with food and rum to my quarters on the ship.” Travis looked at Evan with bewilderment. “Captain? Whores on the ship?” He said Evan looked back over his shoulder at Faye, before turning back to Travis. “Trust me. It’s not what you think. Got to sniff out this little fox.” He gave Travis a look of confidence. Go ahead and open the books for new crew as well. Might as well crew up for the next adventure. We will be birding the ship after the three days leave. And Travis stay here in case I need to find you. Put your accommodations on my tab.“ He reached out patting him on the shoulder and giving him a wink before turning back to find Faye still waiting for him. He grabbed his bottle of rum and started for the door. "Always a pleasure seeing you love. Take care of yourself.” He tipped his hat as he walked by knowing he needed to get back to the ship.

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“No, I’ve lost my ship!” Faye hissed, leaning close. “And you’re gonna give her back to me.” Her eyes flicked between him and the man that he spoke to. Faye knew him, knew exactly who he was, though he looked as if he’d never seen him before. She crossed her arms as Evan moved away to talk to the man. Her eyes moved briefly to a pair of men in the corner of the bar. Her fingers tugged at an earring, and the two men turned back to their drinks. 

Following Evan from the bar, Faye had to jog to catch up with him. “Are you deaf? Or just as pig-headed as ever?” Moving in front of him, she stopped directly in his path, putting a hand on his chest to stop him. “You can’t have what’s mine, Evan! And keeping it out of spite isn’t like you.” Her eyes changed as she looked up at him, and her expression went from one of anger to one of sadness. “She’s all I have left. You owe her to me.” She stared at him a long moment, letting him read into the statement whatever he would. 

“I earned her.” Her free hand reached up and pulled the collar of her lace-up shirt aside, revealing a badly healed, puckered pink scar encircling the entirety of her neck. If words couldn’t make him remember, maybe this would.  

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The Devils Whore

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Evans eyes went wide as he turned to see Faye, he unmistakable figure and wild voice. He watched as she moved closer then knocking over his drinks before making a comment that burned him to the core and the final act of distaste drinking his rum.

He reached out taking her by the wrist and pulled her even closer, “she’s not your ship, might have been a time you could call her that. He looked into her eyes before letting his gaze fall on her exposed breast. "Rums gonna cost ya.” And he reached up his right hand letting his fingers thread through her hair and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

He sat back as he released her, “According to you I’m the devil, and I was always whoring around when I wasn’t half way up your ass. So it’s clear that even her name says she’s mine.” He wrapped his knuckles against the bar and motioned for the bar keep to bring him a bottle.

He scanned the dimly lit room keeping an eye out for anyone that might be taking to much notice of him, or Faye. “For fucks sake woman, what the hell do you think your doing? Did ya miss me that bad?” He said as he turned back toward her. His thumb flicking at a gold band that sat beneath a scull ring on his finger.

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“She is my ship, thief,” Faye hissed, pulling back against the grip on her wrist. “And I’m not payin’ for sh-” Her words were cut off as his mouth pressed harshly to hers, his large fingers fisted tightly in her hair. When he released her, she snatched away, spitting on the floor of the bar as she glared at him. “Don’t ever touch me,” she said as she wiped her mouth.  

Her plan was falling apart and it hadn’t even started yet. 

As the bartender sat the bottle down, Faye snatched it up and took a drink before setting it back in front of him. “You were. Don’t blame me if you backed out on that deal too. And her name is Siren’s Revenge. And she belongs to me.” She leaned close, ignoring his questions. “You owe her to me.” 

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The Devils Whore

Mist rose from the bow as the ship cut through the waves, heading into the setting sun. Evan took the wheel and his first mate stepped to the side. They were headed to port after several tough weeks at sea. He knew his men were ready to cut loose as he didn’t allow drinking on his ship, except for the occasional celebratory mug of grog. He also had a desire for a drink and the company of a woman, and he knew just were to find it.

After a few hours of smooth sailing the twinkling of torches in the distance let him know they were close. Just then the look out called from high above, “Land ho, off the starboard bow.” There was a cheer from the deck as the crew made ready for port.

The ship was now docked and Evan made his way to the quarterdeck in order to address his men. “ look alive men”. He growled as he placed the palm of his hands on the hilt of his sheet he’d swords, poking out his chest. “Three days in port. Fuck drink and be merry. Any trouble you bring on your crew will be visited back on you three fold.” He looked around to his men making sure they all understood. “Mr. Simms has a few tasks that will require five men each, volunteers will see him. Once these tasks are attended departure will take place in the normal order.” He turned to his first mate, “Mr. Moore see to it that guards are assigned and that the Devil Whore is safe. He turned toward the railing and spoke aloud. "Mr. Moore, the ship is yours.” And with a shout from the men he made his way off of the ship and toward the lights of the bar.

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Faye watched the men disembark the ship from the shadow of a nearby stack of crates waiting to be loaded onto one of the other ships sitting at port. It was a large crew, looking like they’d been at sea for a while no doubt. Especially with the way they moved so quickly in the direction of the brothels and the bar. She smirked. 

Good. 

Easier for her in the long run. Rum and pussy could distract even the most hardened sailor. And that’s just what she needed; a distraction. Especially if she was going to get out of port alive. And with someone else’s ship no less. A ship that size would need a dozen men at the least. Faye knew that for a fact. Faye had them. Sort of. She’d figure out the details later. Right now she needed the ship’s captain. 

Faye followed, watching as he entered the bar, and she waited awhile before going in herself, making sure to loosen her front laces a bit and shake her hair out of it’s ties. Men fell all over themselves for a nice pair of tits. Even the unshakable Evan Walker. 

In fact, she was counting on it. 

She let the door slam shut loudly behind her. “Well, I’ll be a monkey’s hairy fuckin’ coos if it ain’t Captain Evan Walker,” Faye said loudly enough for everyone to hear her. The emphasis on his title wasn’t lost on anyone listening. She sauntered up to the bar and tossed her hat down, knocking over two of the three small glasses of liquor sitting in front of him before leaning in a bit too close. “How’s my ship, love?” she whispered, taking the third glass and downing it, watching the priceless expression on his face.

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Evan held his young at the mans comment. He didn’t particularly care for the way he was speaking to them but thought it best to just keep quiet for now. Faye spoke up and the man stepped aside waving them into the room. Evan entered first and slowly looked around. The room was dimly lit and there were all sorts of things sitting around, like some homeless persons trophy room. Stacks of playboy magazines and auto traders sitting on a table in the corner. A few rifles leaned up in another. There were also a few animals mounted on the wall, they looked like they had been there a long time.

A large framed man with long salt and pepper hair sat behind a desk with his back to them and there was a flash of light reflecting off of the wood paneling as the man struck a match lighting a cigar. With a large puff of smoke he turns to speak with the long black cigar between his teeth, “you must be Evan.” He said as he looked him over. “Have a seat.”

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Faye followed behind Evan as they entered the building. She wasn’t frightened, not really. The guy was a douche, one of those macho types who seized power when he saw an opening, and only kept it because he kept himself surrounded with people to do the dirty work for him, people that wanted power but didn’t want to be a figurehead. But he wasn’t the worse person Faye had ever met. Not by a long shot. He’d always been fair from what she could tell. Still, unease settled around her as Jack asked Evan to sit. She stood behind him, hands on the back of the chair, trying to look every bit the loving wife she was supposed to be. 

There were two men behind Jack, one to each side, standing like thick-necked sentries with their rifles slung across their shoulders, overly muscled arms crossed over their chests. They leered at Faye, who just stepped closer to Evan as Jack started to speak. 

“So,” he said, leaning forward to ash the cigar in his hand, “how are you? My guys treat you okay? Sorry if they didn’t. Some people just don’t know how to treat folks these days, ya know?” Jack grinned at Evan as if they shared some inside joke Faye wasn’t privy to. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“Anyway,” he continued, “we got a rule here: everyone pulls their weight. Your little wife there’s a good cook. Mends clothes. Keeps the other women in check. You know how they can get.” Again, it was as if some inside joke had passed between the two men. Faye couldn’t help the shift of her eyes this time. 

“My point being,” the man rambled on, not missing Faye’s expression, “what’re you good at? How’ll I benefit from you being here?” He sat back in his chair, waiting on Evan’s answer. 

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And with her words they stepped out into the streets. This New Savanna, all eyes were on them as they walked back toward the intake building. Evan had yet to go through the process. He was unsure of what was going to happen but he had a plan, he now knew what to say. It didn’t have to last for ever, it only needed to be believable long enough for them to find a way out.

Evan held Faye’s hand in his as they moved across the street. He watched on as men and women looked at them. Some had a look of hope, excited to see people reunited. There were others that watched in disappointment, the lonely guys that wanted a shot at Faye and now knew it wasn’t going to happen. The ones that bothered Evan the most were the ones that looked at him like he was a threat, like just his presence was causing problems. They seemed to be jockeying for some sort of position of authority in the higherarchey. He could see how they might pose a problem. For now, they needed to take it one step at a time. Soon they were at the door. A thin man in a sleeveless plad shirt and camo pants stood there with his rifle.

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Faye gripped Evan’s hand in hers as they walked back across the streets to the building where the powers that be took up residence. They’d probably search him, question him, ask him what he could do and what he was good at. They’d ask about Faye. The whole thing was bullshit. Bunch of grown up bullied kids taking charge because they had numbers and little to no resistance. People were just glad to be behind walls, with a bed to sleep in and food in their bellies. Fear of being turned out kept them in line. Kept the few in charge of the many. But it could be worse, Faye decided. If you kept your head down and did your job, they rarely took notice. Until now. 

Faye didn’t miss the looks, the glances, the threatening shifty eyes of a few of the men watching her and Evan move together. She gave smiles to the few that seemed happy to see her reunited with a loved one. Approaching the building, Faye gave Evan’s hand a tight squeeze as they ascended the steps. “Faye,” the man in plaid greeted with a nod, rolling the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other. “You two kiss and make up?” he grinned, winking at Evan as if they shared some secret that Faye herself wasn’t privy to. 

“We’re here to see Jack,” Faye said flatly, ignoring the jibe and getting down to the point of the matter. “Can we go in or not?” 

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He watched as she spoke, the way she shrugged, the way she moved with a sort of shyness. As she finished he stepped closer to her. It was a relief to hear her say something nice to him after the scolding he had just taken. “Faye…,” he spoke, “can I… Can I hug you?” It just came out not even sure from where, but he had an urge to just wrap her in a large bear hug.

He put his arms around her and held her close to his chest, it felt so good. He had not felt this much closeness in a long time. Thinking about what she had told him, that she had taught lit. He whispered into her ear. “No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.” It was a quote from one of his favorite stories and authors. He held the embrace a few moments longer before letting go to look into her eyes. “We can do this Faye. I can get us out of here.”

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She was a bit taken aback by the question, but decided that he’d already kissed her so a hug certainly couldn’t hurt. “I don’t see why not,” she said, stepping closer to allow him to wrap his arms around her. It felt good, she admitted toherself, to have a strong pair of arms around her again. It got so lonely sometimes. When you weren’t hell bent on just surviving. When the quiet and the dark set it. Sometimes she just wished someone had been there. Now someone was. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for a Fitzgerald fan,” she said against his chest, her voice slightly muffled. But then the embrace ended just as she’d started to settle into it. She searched his face for a moment, looking for any signs of untruth. She found none. “Okay,” she said, nodding. “Let’s do it.”

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Evan looked on as she spoke knowing he would have to find a way to convince her that they would Enders be able to survive this place, to escape and find a way to carry on. He listened as she laid out her plan regarding their relationship. He nodded his head when she asked if he agreed to what she had said then when she lit the smoke he took it excitedly. It had been a while since he had enjoyed a good smoke. He took another drag as she offered a new question. “Ummm. Maybe a coffee shop? Like you said, keep it simple.”

He looked at her as he finished the cigarette. It was almost surreal to be standing here planing out how to tell people they met and that they were married. He knew it would be crucial to get this story straight before the questions started coming. They had to be able to sell the story, in reality he knew nothing about her. She hadn’t really been very forthcoming with any info about herself in the time they had spent together. So he asked, “Faye, this could get complicated, I mean… I don’t know anything about you. Where are you from? Did you play sports? Why did you choose me?” That question was more than the obvious. So many times since they had met seemed to be put off as coincidental but Evan never beloved in that. He wondered how he had seen that light in the attic. Why had she not just left him for dead as the walkers closed in on him, so weak he couldn’t stand and fight. Why did she take him in? Why did she trust him and give him food and water. Why? He looked to her needing some sort of reason. He needed to know it wasn’t simply because he was useful to her. He had opened his heart to her and she had become the only person in this world that he truly cared about, and it would all be so fake if she didn’t have some sort of reason for it all.

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“Coffee shop is fine,” she said, ashing the smoke. “You bumped into me, spilled mine all over my shirt, bought me another, and the rest is history. Oh, and you like the way my tits looked in a wet t-shirt.” Faye let a tiny grin slip loose around her cigarette. “Don’t gotta know a whole lot. Like I said, few months in we got married. Few months later this shit went down. I’m from outside Atlanta. Taught English Lit at a community college, I suck at sports, my favorite color is purple.” The last question caught her off guard. Her rapid fire speech hitched, and she looked at him a moment before looking away. Was he being hypothetical? In their made up life? Or was he being literal? Or both? 

In the end, Faye settle for the truth, figuring it would work either way. “You’re a decent guy,” she said quietly, her boot toeing the floor. “Hard to find even before all this. You’ve got a good heart. You’re kind. Brave. Never felt like you was gonna hurt me,” she shrugged. “And you ain’t bad to look at.” She raised her eyebrows. “I gal could do a lot worse.” Let him take it as he would. It was the truth.