The Fallen Stars

Chapter 31 María

I hold my breathe, I close my eyes, and I exhale. My feet are moving but they don't know the destination. A week has passed since that terrible night with Connor and Josaline... I realy need to get myself together!

I open up my eyes, I look down at my black leather boots. They look shiny against the rock floor. As I make a turn to the right, I bump into something hard. "Davy Jones!" An unfamiliar low voice swears. I look up to see beautiful hazel eyes. The man has short blonde hair, brown at the roots, dark eyebrows. Smooth olive skin. He's wearing a black puff long-sleeved v-neck shirt, with black pants, and black leather boots. He is a head and a half taller than me. His lips are in a thin line, his brows farrowed. "Watch where you are going!" He hisses. His deep and accented voice makes you want to shiver. "Where were you looking at then?" I hiss back. "The blue sky!" He says sarcastically, he waves with his hand up to the ceiling of the cave. "The road, where I was walking! You can't just walk wherever you please, and just ram into people and then protest that it is their fault not yours!" He scolds. 

I roll my eyes. I am rethinking my thoughts... he's not so good looking anymore, he's an arse! "My apologies then." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I start to walk past him, but he stops me with his arm. I look sideways to look at him, he's still staring in front of him. "You scuffed up my boots. You should shine them back to their formal glory." He orders. I stare at him. "I could kill you right now, no one would find your body." I hiss. He locks his eyes with mine, with a smirk on his face. I hate him. "If we were to fight to death, you wouldn't last two minutes." He says bashfully. "Ah! Do you even know who I am?" I sneer. "What you don't? Did your parents leave you to beg on the streets?" He says slyly. THAT'S IT!

I grab my dagger from my holder on my waist, and push him back against the wooden wall, I was too quick for him he almost trips against the wall. I hold the dagger against his throat. He stares at me with a surprise in his eyes. "No, they didn't leave me to beg on the streets! They left me to rule these streets!" I hiss. "Ah!" He says laughing darkly. In one quick motion, I'm against the wall, and he's holding my arm with the dagger against my throat. "What are you some lass that all the men are paying so high and mighty for, just to spend the night with you?" He says huskily. I glare at him. "No." I kick him where it hurts, he drops my hand with a groan, he takes a few steps back. I move quickly to kick him on his chin. He falls back against the other wooden building. I throw my dagger so it hits just a few inches away from his head, and I pull out my sword, pointing at him. He looks dumbfounded at what just happened. He holds his chin, pain sneaking into his face, but quickly disappears.

"Now you see that you'd be dead and no one would find your body." I say, crouching down in front of him, I hold my sword near his throat. He looks at the tip of the sword and slowly moves up to look at me. His face goes blank, he just watches me for a few moments.  "You're quite skilled for a woman, I must say. But your sword could use a little improvement. it's looking a little..." He takes another look at the sword and then looks back at me. "Deranged." He states. 

I stand up, agitated. I groan lowly. "You're not worth my time, anyway." I say, putting away my sword. He's still sitting down, watching me with a smirk. I bend down, my face a few inches away from his face, he looks down at my lips then back to my eyes. I smirk. I get a bit closer, our noses almost touch. "You're not my type." I whisper. He looks confused. "What?" He asks, I pull out the dagger next to his head, then I stand back up, still smirking. I start to walk away. I hear him stand up. "What do you mean I'm not your 'type'?" He asks after me. I stop to look back at him. "Thanks for the duel, I hope to never see you again." I say, cheerfully, waving good bye to him. I'm across the street now, but he doesn't follow me. 

Good reddens!

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I'm on my ship now, the crew is keeping her in well and strong condition. She hasn't set sail for four months now, it's killing me to not let her do thing she was built for! But ruling the pirates must be my priority at this moment... when my father is back, we'll set sail and take over Isla Nunca Mas! That reminds me, my father will be here in less than four days. But before I can think of him, I need to find a new first-mate. Connor is not part of my crew anymore, I told him two days ago... he was angry. But he should've known, you break my trust. You are off my crew or dead.