Confrontation -open to any!

[AMAYA O' HIERLIHY]

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[FREYA SAGA FROST]

This was one of her favourite places on land. Of course… if you only should name one in the Caribbean. With two daggers on each side of her lips and no hat, the captain of the pirate ship Skadi harboured in Shipwreck Island. Her men were still on the ship and they were celebrating a new adventure with some prostitutes they had found at the harbour. While the men were partying with rum and busty women, the captain who was a rather attractive woman herself walked up to the hall where she had hidden a map to a treasure that was said some robbers had buried on Black Sam’s Spit a few weeks ago. They were now bragging about it in Tortuga, while she was out and stealing their treasure. It had of course been foolish of them to tell one of her men about this treasure and that they were looking for a ship that could sail them out there. Luckily he had not been too drunk to tell what he had heard to the captain and they had set sail an hour later. She had been looking for an adventure for so long – the ships were few now that the West Indian Trading Company was aware of the piracy in the seas of the Caribbean, and the military was watching the waters – foolish maggots.

The woman did not want to walk directly to the place where the map should be hidden, and she therefore rounded the pirate hall first. The sounds of her steps made echo in the hall as the heels of her boots hit the floor. Her black pants were tight and disappeared underneath a long red shirt that fell down to her thighs. A tight black west showed her curvy forms and a small cleavage was shown since she had unbuttoned the shirt. A silver necklace fell down to her chest – it was a necklace with Thor’s Hammer which she considered as an amulet – just as much as the Viking patterned ring on her right index finger. The P that had been burned into her wrist was hidden by the long sleeves of the red shirt and on top of that was a gold snake bracelet formed like a snake. A familiar voice sounded through the hall and it made Freya stop. The bottle of wine she was holding in her left hand, got lifted up to her lightly red lips and she took a sip of the liquor. She knew this gorgeous pirate that was sitting in the chair – she had no idea if the other knew her, but they were after all females, the same age and both captains. There are not many girl captains in the Caribbean – especially not as young as them. “Well that must be me, my dear Amaya O Hierlihy… Looking gorgeous as always.” Freya said with a small smile as she stepped into the room.

[AMAYA O' HIERLIHY]

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When her name was said, Amaya couldn't help but let a small smirk tug at the corner of her pouted lips. The soft hum that had been echoing around the fairly empty room ceased when a soft and feminine voice answered her question. While she was slightly irritated, the curiosity building up inside her was canceling the annoyance out. Letting both feet fall from high upon the table, the brunette situated the mass of wavy hair over her left shoulder, before pushing her lithe form up from the king sized chair in which she sat.

Upon facing her intruder, the green eyed she-captain was a bit taken back by whom stumbled upon her. The female that stared back at her somewhat reminded Amaya of herself. Curvy, shapely legs, a force to be reckoned with. cocking her head slightly to the right, Amaya flashed the woman a brilliant smile, while tapping her long fingers upon the hilt of her dagger.

"I must say, of all the rouge's rampaging about this nautical liar, I must admit that I find myself a tad surprised to encounter a woman standing before me, as decent woman are hard to come by in such a place as this."

Her demeanor was friendly towards the other brunette. However, there was something about her that rung a bell deep down inside of Amaya's subconscious. Unless she was mistaken, perhaps this was the other She-captain Amaya had been hearing about on the wind. Intrigued, Amaya plopped back down into a nearby chair, pushing one out for the woman too, while taking out a small flask from inside her shirt.

"Care for a swig?"
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[FREYA SAGA FROST]

Freya smiled at the young girl who was sitting in front of her as her blue eyes studied her features. She had a pretty face with green eyes and beautiful lips. Her hair was long and dark and she had been just as lucky with her body as Freya herself had been. She knew that Amaya had been a captain before and she liked the fact that she was now standing in front of a woman who had the same experience as herself. All the females she had met so far had either been snobby ladies, innocent girls or horny skanks. Not because there weren’t any pirate women, but she had just not been so lucky to meet someone at her path – well, until now. And this girl was not just any pirate girl, she was a captain and most importantly; easy on the eye.

Freya stepped closer and took a seat on top of the table. She crossed one long leg over the other as her eyes were fixed on the other girl. She leaned back and let her hands rest on the wooden surface of the table after placing the bottle of wine next to her. “I wouldn’t call myself a decent lady.” Freya said and pulled a lock of her long black hair behind her ear and revealed that it was pierced several places. She stood up again, grabbing her bottle and walking over to the seat which Amaya pulled out for her. She also offered her a swig and Freya lifted her own bottle. “Only if you want a swig of this..” she said. Not that she suspected the thing in that small bottle to be poison, but you never know. And as they say: An eye for an eye. “It is not the finest wine, but it is bloody good for me.” Freya grinned and took a sip before handing the other girl the bottle.

[AMAYA O' HIERLIHY]

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" I suppose I wouldn't call myself that either, and yes, if it's a trade your seeking...."

Taking the bottle from her hand and extending her own bottle further into Freya's grasp, Amaya knocked back her head and let the liquid warm her from the inside out. She needed a good escape. While rum was usually the preferred, wine was also a treat. Her pink tongue dashed out to catch a small drop of liquid that was threatening to fall to the floor. Couldn't have that now, could we? Eying Freya, Amaya grasped the deeper meaning behind the young woman's words. While she may be a stunner, like Amaya, perhaps beneath those beautiful layers, a devil lay restless inside, waiting the day when that monster could use it's full potential. Well...that was only a guess. Whatever she meant, Amaya's attention was caught when the one of Freya's toned legs was brought up to cross the other. Raising a well groomed brow, Amaya found the two alone, only in the company of persuasive and curious waters.

Freya was right for, it was not the best wine but it was good for Amaya too. While she was usually the picky type, the brunette wouldn't deny a drink....as long as it wasn't being handed out to her from a pig. A little late in thought, Amaya pondered for a moment on whether or not she was potentially drinking poison. However, with a large gulp down her gullet and so far no repercussions, Amaya deemed the drink worthy and handed it back to Freya.

"A bit chalky but a wine never the less. Forgive my forward nature but, what brings you here, Freya?"[/size] [/blockquote]

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