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In the heat of the Caribbean blood red sun Nayeli was on the hunt. Her steps where noiseless, her eyes sparkled like the four little stones on her blade. She was wide awake, alert and merciless. She still felt the excitement that rushed thru her body as she looked at her hands. Her fingernails covered with dry blood of some lieutenant she killed. It wasn't necessary, she knew but she lived for the fight. It was her duty to kill but why not enjoy it at the same time. This was not the Nayeli ten years ago. The sea had made her cold and her father demanded obedience. He made her to a bounty hunter. Whoever her father wanted to see dead, she made him see dead. No time to think if it was wright or wrong, as long as she was on missions she didn't have to see her father, be on the open sea. A break from the wet season.
Why her father was interested to kill some english Lord, she didn't understand but it would be fun. Some snob not knowing how to fight, maybe a bit too simple. But it still be quite amusing, a new toy perhaps.
That reminded her of something. Where was that devil, her father, he didn't check on her for almost a month as he usual did to make sure she didn't have too much fun.
Cutler sat in his office preparing the papers for the coming days. It seemed every time he gave the order to hang a pirate, ten other appeared. Like rats, ugly, dirty betraying rats. He knew he weakened them and it had become quieter. Maybe an act of conformation to him but the enemy stays an enemy even if it begs forgiveness on it's knees.But everything was going too perfect to feel mad about rats. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he watched the Governor sign every little thing without questioning. Excellent, could it get any better?
"Sir" Mercer's voice awakened him from his day dream. He looked at him cold but his mind was full of expectation. "I got the news, Sir. She is on the hunt." So she actually existed it wasn't just a myth. The daughter of Davy Jones, a killer. A woman. How could a woman get so, famous? Perhaps the people were exaggerating. "She is hunting you, my Lord. It was the last order Jones gave to her before we, ehh, you received the heart. Supposedly she belongs to anyone who has the heart, if they get a hold of her. It seems she doesn't know anything about you having the heart, Sir. As I said she is still hunting. A lieutenant..". Mercer stopped talking as he noticed his Lord chuckle. Anyone else wouldn't notice it but Mercer knew his Lord to well. "Sir?"
"Mr. Mercer, find her. Make sure she arrives here unharmed." I want to enjoy every bit of my next victory, he thought looking at the chest in front of him.
Why her father was interested to kill some english Lord, she didn't understand but it would be fun. Some snob not knowing how to fight, maybe a bit too simple. But it still be quite amusing, a new toy perhaps.
That reminded her of something. Where was that devil, her father, he didn't check on her for almost a month as he usual did to make sure she didn't have too much fun.
Cutler sat in his office preparing the papers for the coming days. It seemed every time he gave the order to hang a pirate, ten other appeared. Like rats, ugly, dirty betraying rats. He knew he weakened them and it had become quieter. Maybe an act of conformation to him but the enemy stays an enemy even if it begs forgiveness on it's knees.But everything was going too perfect to feel mad about rats. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he watched the Governor sign every little thing without questioning. Excellent, could it get any better?
"Sir" Mercer's voice awakened him from his day dream. He looked at him cold but his mind was full of expectation. "I got the news, Sir. She is on the hunt." So she actually existed it wasn't just a myth. The daughter of Davy Jones, a killer. A woman. How could a woman get so, famous? Perhaps the people were exaggerating. "She is hunting you, my Lord. It was the last order Jones gave to her before we, ehh, you received the heart. Supposedly she belongs to anyone who has the heart, if they get a hold of her. It seems she doesn't know anything about you having the heart, Sir. As I said she is still hunting. A lieutenant..". Mercer stopped talking as he noticed his Lord chuckle. Anyone else wouldn't notice it but Mercer knew his Lord to well. "Sir?"
"Mr. Mercer, find her. Make sure she arrives here unharmed." I want to enjoy every bit of my next victory, he thought looking at the chest in front of him.