No one could see her lurking in the shadows. She knew that. A smug grin slowly crept across her face as she anticipated her next kill. She could almost imagine slashing his throat, could almost feel the splatter of hot blood across her face as its rusty aroma filled her nose. She was loitering in the doorway of a run-down apothecary watching the tavern across the road. This was not one of her usual jobs; Usually, she would dress up as a wench, wait tables of drunken men, or play the role of a lonely harlot. One way or the other she would eventually lure her targets to a secluded spot where she could capture them for a public hanging or, depending on whether or not they were good at escaping from their holding cells, slaughter them. This time is different, she was going undercover as a member of Jack Sparrow's soon-to-be assembled crew. While her life was usually all about the quick and efficient kill, she longed for the thrill of the hunt.
As Y/n observed the tavern she poured over possible names to call her new identity, she'd keep her last name; Firecrest. Soo many names flashed by in her mind but only one stuck, Helena. She would call herself Helena Firecrest. A few seconds after choosing her cover name the atmosphere inside the tavern changed. Instead of drunken cheers, there were drunken cries and shouts. Y/n saw, against the dirty glass of the windows, the silhouettes of drunken men stumbling about, taking swings at each other, it was as though she was watching a violent puppet show. Time to go conveniently follow Joshamee Gibbs to his home.
When Joshamee Gibbs stumbled out of that tavern and into the crisp night air of the Tortuga port, he hadn't noticed a silent shadow following him, nor had he known where he was going. Usually, he'd have attempted to find a dark corner of the tavern to curl up in but a fight had broken out and soon the unkempt floor was littered with shards of broken rum bottles and unconscious bodies. Gibbs wandered the streets and alleys of the Tortuga port until he eventually found a place to sleep.
A pigsty.
Y/n cringed in disgust from the shadows as she watched Joshamee Gibbs stumbled into a pigsty and pass out, draped across a sleeping swine. She'd have to write to Commodore Norrington asking for higher payment, she'd almost forgotten what filthy scum pirates were. If she were to put up with a whole crew worth of Joshamee Gibbs's then she'd better be paid good money for it, after all, Commodore Norrington had asked her to bring Jack Sparrow, William Turner, Elizabeth Swann and any other information about how to find other traitors to the Crown back to him. Y/n was just an assassin, admittedly the best in Port Royal, but still just an assassin. Her speciality was killing, not retrieving fugitives to the Crown, but Y/n just couldn't turn down the chance to bring a pirate to his death. Y/n moved from the shadows to a rooftop that gave her a safe view of the pigsty. It was there she waited for the sun to rise.
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The Sparrow and the Raven
Fanfiction(Y/N) Firecrest has worked to become known as the best, most ruthless assassin in the Caribbean. Firecrest has always hated pirates and never turned down a job to assassinate a pirate. To (Y/N), pirates are filth, mangy bilge rats, unworthy of livin...
