Cast In Dark Waters

A few of the larger ports in the Bahamas had some law enforcement, but such courts held no interest in poor men-pirates or not-and could be bought for a few pieces-of-eight.

Certainly none of the officials were going to stop the fight now underway in the Hog's Head Inn.

It was an odd scene to witness, even in a tavern where the bartender frequently used a machete to lop off the hands of thieves reaching for the till. The throng clattered their bowls and tankards of grog. They knocked furniture back as they eased away from the center of the room where the fray progressed and grew ever more waspish. Cheers and hails went up. Two brawlers laughing in each other's faces as they circled and slashed.

"Have at 'em, lass, but you'll likely lose your blade if you peg his overstuffed belly!"

Jessup, a stocky pirate with a graying beard hanging to his huge gut, stabbed with his sword and continued on after the slight woman causing him so much trouble. She pranced around him while he flailed and thrust. He was the new first mate of the Baranaro, now that he'd broken the former mate's skull and dumped the body out beyond the reef in full view of the other men.

He tried like hell to pin the girl but she evaded him easily with a mocking flourish. She wore a simple white blouse and calico trousers with bone buttons down the front, her bountiful figure stirring the men around the Hog's Head even as she dodged and attacked. She had a flintlock pistol stuffed in the wide red sash around her waist, but she refused to draw it.

That in itself was another way to scorn Jessup, and it infuriated him until he barked out snarling chortles. She swatted him twice in the ass with the flat of her blade and the crowd around him roared.

Looping curls of her lank red hair coiled across her eyes as she parried with her cutlass. All she knew of this Jessup was that, besides blatantly murdering officers, he'd robbed one of his own mates a while back in Montserrat, a navigator named Owlstead. Pirates usually didn't keep grudges for long because it was a loser's game, holding on to such pettiness when there was so much new ill will stacking up each day.

But Owlstead was an exception who had nurtured his malice for six months. He didn't care so much for the missing money, there was always more to be plundered and squandered, but Jessup had taken a ruby earring that Owlstead had worn for over forty years, since he'd first stepped off land and become a seaman. For that he wanted vengeance. Jessup had to be humiliated, but Owlstead was much too old and discreet to beset the man head-on.

Fights of this sort were so common in the Hog's Head that usually it only took a few minutes before many of the patrons turned their attention back to their card games, listening to the naughty ditties played by the blind squeezebox man. But tonight almost all the men remained enraptured by the fluid moves of this lively girl as she hacked and evaded, her laughter urging them to gather around a bit closer. The air had turned quite festive and they elbowed each other in the ribs, buying one another rounds. She was a handsome woman if not a true beauty, and yet there was something else that drew the sailors to her. They realized she was one of their own, and it gave each man a moment of wild resolve to make a claim on her.

Sparks flew as the swords clashed and splintered the stools. Some men took note of her style, intent on remembering certain moves and maneuvers. Crimson lunged and parried almost as if dancing, enjoying herself even more as Jessup began to tire. His paunch jostled and wobbled as he sidestepped and ducked her blade, his beard slick with sweat. He huffed and eyed the doorway.

She taunted him now and played to her audience. "So, you men say I shouldn't poke him in that bulging belly at all?"

"Let us get a whaling crew here first, is all, you'll let loose sixty gallons of blubber oil, I'd bet!"

"We'll all drown for sure!"

Crimson nodded at Jessup's stomach while he drew away, panting. "More air in there than oil, I'd wager! If I let it out we'll all have a strong wind to fill our sails on the morrow."

"Do it now, Lady, I says! And make our journey that much quicker from this island!"

With more of a grunt than a bellow, Jessup reared and flung himself forward. It was the kind of stupid and desperate ploy Crimson had been expecting for the last several minutes. He had no land legs and couldn't keep himself balanced on ground. With his heels clopping, Jessup spun to his left and chopped high as he whirled, hoping to catch the edge of his sword against her neck as he passed.

Crimson waited as the fat bastard twirled about on his toes so slowly that she could have hacked his ears off at any time. How braggarts like him so often tempted her. She drew three breaths and he still hadn't completed his turn. She poised her cutlass up towards his forehead so that when he came about he saw nothing but the tip of her steel aimed between his eyes.