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A Most Unusual Interest	By : Nemain Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 5187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Most Unusual Interest Chapter Fifteen (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather is still splendiferous. And all the other good words I can think of,
lol� Readers/Reviewers: *blush * I�m glad you�re liking it!

Zoruba was
loud, even at dawn. Myrtle had been
awake since she felt Jack slip out of the bunk next to her, leaving her feeling
bereft and cold despite the blanket wrapped tightly around her. She felt the tug of Anna Maria�s ship
pulling them through the shallows, the lurch and bumps of trying to dock
without control over the ship, then the loud crunch of the plank hitting the
pier. She remained in the bunk, hearing
very little movement on deck but knowing Jack had gone ashore without her. The gray light of the nascent morning seeped
through the portal, slowly turning pale lavender, then pink, then golden yellow
as the morning grew. Zoruba seemed not
to notice the unfolding of the dawn, though.
Myrtle was faintly amazed at the sounds coming from the docks. Slavers shouting well before dawn, hawking
human flesh, gave way to merchants of a less disgusting bent shouting about
their fresh seafood, ribbons of fine silk and authentic bangles from the far
east. She highly doubted anything in
Zoruba was fresh, fine or authentic but the sound of so much tawdry life
intrigued her. She knew what Jack
wanted her to do but her sisters� lives called to her, begged her for release
from some limbo in her mind. Making a
promise to herself that she would tour
the docks later, Myrtle slid out of bed and found her mostly-clean clothes from
the night before. She dressed
carefully, trying to look neat despite her lack of a proper bath, dress or even
brush. Her hair frizzed unmercifully in
the humidity creeping into the cabin and she wrote it off as a lost cause,
vowing to get hat as soon as possible. Making sure she had what she needed
tucked inside her shirt, out of sight of prying eyes, she nodded to herself and
knew it was time.
She
expected a guard or at least some sort of notice as she slipped from the cabin,
but the crew seemed intent on their posts and those that were not, were already
ashore. Taking a deep breath, she
strode across the deck, straight to the gangplank and walked calmly down it to
the dock, never looking back. She
fought the urge to break into a run as she reached the shore itself but did
not, fearing notice from some crewmember from The Pearl. No one seemed to pay any attention to the
plain-faced, rounded girl in men�s clothing, though, much to her surprise. She tried not to dwell on it, though, and
found herself walking faster and faster as she neared the town center. _Surely someone here will know where to find
it� _

He saw her
leave the ship, dressed in men�s clothing thuggeugged her too tightly in some
places and hung limply in others. She
looked, he thought, ridiculous. Not
even cutely so. Just plain
ridiculous. Zoruba was a pulsing pit of
every vice and sin known to man, making Tortuga look like a convent by
comparison. Unlike Tortuga, Zoruba made
no effort to appear tame even in the slightest, did not want visitors and did
it�s best to scare the Hell out of anyone setting foot on it�s shores. Long a pirate stronghold, the local culture
had taken hold firmly and was mixed in with the Europeans� cultures so absolutely
that there was no longer a way to separate them. He liked it that way. No one looked at him strangely when he
requested his necessaries at the special shops peppering the port. He forced his mind to the task at hand and
followed her, moving in and out of the crowds with ease. She seemed confident, outwardly, but he knew
better. He could recognize the look
miles away. Ever since discovering the
treasures Zoruba held for a man like him, he had learned to pick out those who
did not belong, which ones would make it out alive and which ones were good for
amusement and nothing more, serving his needs and disappearing neatly. The giant was one of those. He had lost him, not as neat as he would
have liked, but at least he was gone.
He suffered a moment of panic when he thought he had lost Myrtle, but
there she was again, coming out of one of the less-filthy stores, wearing a
feathered hat. She looked, he thought,
like a tiny girl playing pirate.
Badly. He whistled under his
breath and quickened his pace. She was
fitting in with his plans so perfectly he wondered if the gods were guiding
them both to fulfillment. When she
turned down a narrow alley leading towards the cemetery in the heart of town,
he almost laughed out loud. Instead, he
began to jog after her. Soon, he
promised himself. Soon.
o:p>
She knew
she was being followed. She felt it,
like a shadow come to life. She was
aware of eyes on her, unseen hands trying to touch her� Myrtle tried to look confident but was
afraid she was failing. Every face
seemed to leer at her, all voices seemed to call her, accuse her, threaten
her. She saw the alley and took it,
knowing as soon as she turned that it was a mistake. It was a warren of open doorways, human offal and people calling
to her in enticing and frightening voices.
_Keep walking, _ she told herself, _don�t look behind you. _
The end of the alley loomed near and she almost laughed with relief. She walked faster, ignoring prostitutes and
sellers of other sorts, the smells of the damp alleyway not so stifling now
that she saw safety in the form of an open square. Her left foot was on the cobbles of town center when a hard hand
closed around her elbow. Her scream
died in her throat as she saw his eyes.
�Richard.�
�Myrtle�how
did you come to be here?� he cried, sounding bewildered.
She opened
her mouth to accuse him, to call him on what she had seen, but instead she
said, �I�ve been looking all over the Caribbean for you��
_Liar, _ he
thought. �God, I was so worried! I heard you had been taken by pirates and�� He sighed.
�I�m sorry, le.�le.� His fist
cracked against her skull and she collapsed.
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