In Want of A Shrew [/David]

[ALEXANDRA WILKES-BRADLEY]

Scamper, scamper, scamper, freeze!

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A small cloaked figure whisked about amongst the preoccupied blue coats of soldiers. Her heart was flitting faster then hummingbird wings, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she tried to go as unnoticed as possible. Nothing made her more nervous then a large group of Royal Navy drones. Especially when she'd much rather be hiding out in the local Inn, or trying to figure out a way to get off this island. She spent most of her time cursing her horrible luck, Hank would be the one to toss her off into enemy hands. It had taken nearly three days of planning and stealth to steal a dress that a proper young girl would wear.

Her usual pirate garb would have led her straight to the noose. And she wasn't prepared for that by any means. And after ditching her dirty, unkempt clothes in the sea, and donning a rather tight white dress that reached far past her feet (which was perfectly fine, considering she was, for the most part, barefoot), she went about trying to find someone kind enough to let her aboard their ship. Going anywhere. But, the only ones that made port were Navy ships, and merchants that were far too superstitious for Alex's liking.

But all of that paled in comparison to the fact that she was knee deep in enemy territory, trying to find someone she'd never met before in her life, and trying not to get caught and thrown in the brig. Not to mention the hem of her dress was beyond muddy and hardly proper for a young lady... Ugh. Nevermind that.

She'd been listening to a few of the older men in the local tavern, gossiping as all men do about a pirate hunter. Someone good at finding what he's looking for, and Alex's attention was immediately grasped at the thought of someone being able to find her ship. Well, her father's ship... And she couldn't necessarily tell anyone that she had any attachment to the ship, then she'd be agreeing to getting hogtied and murdered. All in the good name of King what'shisface. No, she'd have to come up with a more clever reason for wanting that specific ship, then she'd figure out what to do with the hunter afterward.

Of course she had a few more minutes to figure everything out as she stumbled about in Fort Charles. Once she made it passed the outer guards, Alex threw off her cloak, throwing it inside a barrel of... Something, and hiking up her skirts a bit to nudge off as much of the mud as she could before wandering along the halls. Not that there were very many, there were only a few offices in the whole building, and then there was Cutler's office. Which is practically bigger then the entire island.

Sighing she stopped outside the partly open door of an office, dropped her skirts, knocked lightly and poked her head in. The man standing in the office was quite tall, dark brown hair, and even though he was facing the opposite way, she could tell that he was handsome... Possibly.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Mr. Nixon.[/color]"
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[DAVID MICHEAL NIXON]

David Nixon, the pirate, turned convict, turned military professional yawned as he walked along his new house that the military had given him. It was near the governers place and quite well protected from any incoming pirate raids. Like that would happen anyways. He yawned lightly as he put on his black cloak and walked out his house on this cold and rainy fall day. David softly pulled himself up and onto his horse and made it canter toward Fort Charles. It was the fifth time in two days he was called there just for rumors.

Despite the rain underneath his black and sleek cloak David wore the not so typical green vest and dark brown pants. He figured since he was going to be inside most of this rainy day he might as well enjoy what he could of it. His vest was open so he could easily feel the cool wind factor that was added with the downpour of rain. His pants were lightly soaked but he knew that he had a spare pair of jeans at his office.

Recently from what he had been hearing from some of his resources was that a new pirate ship had been spotted off Cape Horn and was headed toward the new lands. This wouldn't due if they somehow made it into his radar and the military's as well. Jesus some of these pirates were pure maniacs when around him. He sighed and nodded to some of the blue coats that looked at his direction when he entered the fort.

David softly tied his horse up back to a post not to tightly in case he was able to leave sooner than expected. Sadly he had to much up on his plate in fact they had a lot of paper work for him to fill out cause the man that freed him had now officially freed him from the military. So that he would no longer have to work for them unless he wanted to. This made him very happy so he swiftly signed the papers. Well as soon as he could he did at least. There were a lot of papers after all.

After two long hours he had finished the paper work and was now putting it into a file when he heard the door open from behind him. Just by the padding of feet he could tell this person was without shoes and in something of a desperate need in order to turn toward him. He then smelt the salt air of the sea on this person. So he or she had to be a sailor or worse a pirate. Then finally the voice spoke, "Excuse me, I'm looking for a Mr. Nixon." A female voice and from what he was able to tell. She wasn't that much younger than him maybe two years at the least but no more then five.

"Well consider yourself lucky miss because you've found him. My name is David Nixon, at your service ma'am. What can I do for you?" He then turned around and it was like a twenty foot wave had crashed against him. He was head over heels and it was like an angel had stepped into the doorway. What it really meant to him was that she was god damn beautiful no doubt about it there.

[ALEXANDRA WILKES-BRADLEY]

Alex let out a soft sigh as the man replied, to her unusual good luck she'd been able to find Mr. Nixon without getting herself into some sort of trouble. Now to just keep it that way. Her fingers played with a bit of the pale lace on her gown, knowing how bright it made her red hair, and usually dark green eyes. Unknowingly she chewed at the inside of her lip as she tried to think of what to tell him. She hadn't actually thought that far ahead. But as he turned to face her, and she went to speak, her breath was promptly caught in her throat.

So he is handsome... She prayed that the heat she felt on her cheeks couldn't be seen by the officer... Pirate?... Hunter. Grumbling beneath her breath in embarrassed chastising, she turned from his desk, closing the door a bit, and feigning extreme interest in the pictures and maps nailed to his wall, all the while waiting for her blush to diminish. Alex had never been good at reading maps, and the drawn lines and words that flowed over the maps were more confusing to her then she expected. Blinking, she turned away, not quite meeting Mr. Nixon's gaze, but stepping closer to his desk. She picked up an odd paperweight, and fumbled it about in her fingers before she promptly dropped it back on her table and offered him an awkward curtsy.

Her natural curiosity would get her in trouble.

"I-I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you, Mr. Nixon. But I was told that you were a, uhm, well a hunter. A-And I was hoping I could hire you, o-or, whatever it's called.

[/b]" Stammering around her words, due to nerves no doubt, Alex finally allowed her eyes to gaze up into his. That was a true mistake. His dark green eyes mirrored her jade ones almost perfectly, and his dark hair was long and gave her a strong urge to run her fingers through it. Thankfully he wasn't wearing one of those ridiculous white wigs the Navy paraded around in, and to her extreme pleasure he appeared more like a pirate then an officer.

It calmed her nerves quite a bit.

Clearing her throat she straightened her back, squared her shoulders, and tried to appear taller then her five foot five inch self and gave Mr. Nixon a piercing, yet soft, glare.

"I'm in want of a ship, Mr. Nixon. A specific one, by the name of Lucky Shrew.[/b]"
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