Prize & Bargain
@tothepearl
Tortuga, an interesting little port filled to the brim with scumbags from all over and this would be the place she was destined to find her mark. For once it’d been a mark she wasn’t too keen on cashing in, but a bounty was a bounty nonetheless. Like anyone who was anyone, she knew of Jack Sparrow and could only wonder what the poor fool had done or who he had double crossed to end up on the bounty board, but it was a fleeting thought. Whatever it was, was none of her business, the only thing that mattered was to bring him in...dead..or alive if it was possible, and that was what Sarah Fortune had planned to do. She left her men on her precious ship, the Syren, and hopped off onto the docks and headed right into town without so much as looking back. There was no turning back now...
And as she made her way through the streets crowded with drunks and slobs alike she couldn’t help but feel right at home. Tortuga felt similar to her home of Bilgewater, but without the narrow canals and individual islets, it wasn’t exactly the same. She watched as a pirate stumbled past her with a gaggle of wenches on his tail, not the man she was sent to find, but similar in nature and attitude according to her manuscript. Seafoam green eyes rolled as she shook her head and scoffed. The more a man stumbled into his drunken stupor, the more he seemed to think he was large and in charge. No doubt he’d be robbed later, the poor sap.
She could feel eyes on her, knowing full well that a female was either a wench or a whore in these parts, the ones that looked like buccaneers or captains weren’t many. Still, she reveled in the attention glad to turn a head no matter where she went. As she made her way to a nearby tavern she’d offer a wink to any sailor she found attractive as she passed him by. Once past the doors the loud rabble and roars she heard outside became much louder. Smells of rum-drenched pirates wafted in the air, mixed with the scents of whatever was being served as food. If she was going to find her mark, this would certainly be the best place to start.
Then almost as if plucked right out of the heavens and served on to a silver platter she spotted her bounty. An image of his likeness was in the manuscript she left back in the captain’s cabin of the Syren, but she wouldn’t need it to make a comparison. She was more than sure that this was Captain Jack Sparrow. Now the real question was, how would she handle her business? Perhaps she could simply walk up to him, pull out her pistol and demand he go with her, but that would be risky...
Instead, she made her way over to the bar purchasing two ales, and when they were ready she grabbed the tankards and brought them over to where he sat, setting them down in front of him. “You look like you could use a drink,” she said with a sultry tone and a little smirk before taking the seat across from him.