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Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Vivienne's eyes bored into his own, and gave a half-coy smile at his statements. She remained silent as he went on and on about facing a pirate. "Sweet words, love. You wouldn't hurt a lady; I can see it in those eyes. They tell a story", that was when she let her sword be swiped in his direction; starting high, then low. High, then low. Low to high. The patten went on: parries, dodges, blows, then repeat. In the beginning, the pirate advanced on the male with her strikes. But when she noticed him advancing in retaliation, Vivienne had to reconsider that he was, most definitely, not an amateur.

Backing up, while dodging and parrying with his strikes, she made a hiss of pain with a grit of her teeth; the injury upon her high-leg flared. It was enough to make her lose her balance a little, until she knocked her lower back into the workbench next to her. Maybe if she played around with this man, Vivienne could easily decide whether or not he would potentially be trusting, and even worth sparing. So, with that, she waited for his next move. With the table behind her, it could get fun.

Obviously in a spot that had no easy route, she decided to take a detour; as he strikes, practically aiming for a part of her body, the Vivienne slid down to the floor, forming a split with her legs, allowing herself to duck, while letting his sword hit the wood of the workbench. He was pushing it, she thought while letting herself roll away from him, and towards the huge forging mechanism nearby, which seemed to be holding all of the newly-forged weaponry upon its belt.

Standing just a few feet away from him, Vivienne gazed at him. "I can see you know what you're doing. Fantastic footwork", she complimented him, before looking at him challengingly, mainly to intimidate him. "But once again, love: you are between me, and my way out", it was true, he was in the way. She keened her blue eyes, and put herself in a defensive stance, smirking mischievously. "Shall we dance?"

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Tying the last knot with the loose parchment, Vivienne gave a few winces once the bandage was in place on the wound of her thigh.

Damn those sentries and their guns.

She thought to her inner self as the pain hit her, the randomized bullet rubbing against the flesh of her leg once she tightened it. The brunette tried her best to stand up, but it was proven difficult once again with her wound, making her lean against the workbench near the pit of fire. Taking a few breaths, she didn't hear the latch being fiddled with. From the outside! The brunette didn't move from her spot and she froze, once she heard what seemed to be one of Port Royal's blacksmiths. She didn't need to get herself caught by the public, but honestly, this new arrival sounded interesting, and a hint of curiosity hit her.

Despite this curiosity, Vivienne kept herself in a collected fashion once again, as if she was expecting a visitor; the same way she expected one of her crewman to enter her quarters back on the ship. She didn't look at him, though, just kept her head down, while keeping herself leaning against the bench.

"You. You're the one they are all looking for."

She heard him say, and the only thought she had was: Really? Really? But this thought was on a pause once she heard him take a few steps towards her. Smoothly, by sucking up the pain, Vivienne stepped away from her leaning position, and looked upon him with her youthful visage; her expression cold, but soft while examining him up and down with her blue eyes, only keening a little. She stalked a few steps towards him.

"You're an interesting specimen", the pirate observed, her eyes scanning him a little more. "Yet almost familiar. Do I know you?", she curiously asked him. Vivienne didn't expect him to answer, though, so she kept up the act of just passing by. "No matter; I won't waste your time. So if you'll excuse her", she respectfully concluded before beginning to stride to the backdoor. It was true that Vivienne didn't want to waste a professional's time to do their job, including blacksmiths, cooks, merchants, and farmers; that would make her a non-procrastinator. She just wasn't one to begin with.

The flirt was enough, but it wasn't when the brunette heard the sound of a sheathing weapon being drawn. It only made her halt in her steps, and give an annoyed, grim expression to herself at this young man's courage. Keening her blue eyes a little, she turned her upper body around halfway, with her head slowly following it, until her gaze laid upon the silver point of a sword. She was in the smithy, after all.

Flicking her eyes back to the male before her, she felt this action to be pathetic: challenging/threatening a pirate with said weapon. A light mischievous smirk creeped upon her visage, as she turned the rest of her body towards his direction. "You sure you want to do this, love? Cross blades with a pirate?", Vivienne half-teased with curiosity, before sheathing her own sword, allowing it to grind against the steel of his own to tease him a bit, while slowly putting herself into a defensive stand, her eyes boring into his own. "A woman?", she added.

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Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

They were shooting at her now, and a shot grazed one of her bare legs, as she used her strength to jump from the tall structure, and on top of another. Wasting no time, Vivienne snapped the manacle chain over a line before her, and zip-lined herself down from the structure, eventually landing on her feet upon the ground of dirt, a few yards away from the dock, and running. Running as her organza bustle gently waved behind her in the wind, keeping herself low from the bullets of the muskets. A few women screamed in terror as a few of the men's shots ricocheted, and came perilously close to them as they whizzed by. Vivienne ran through the gunfire, sprinting across the bridge and passed the terrified ladies.

Clearly, she had no idea where she was going. Vivienne may have been to many ports, but Port Royal wasn't one of them. Not to mention that the British now use it as a non-pirate port. For that, she had no direction on where she was going; only ending up at the port's market. Trying hard to steer clear, it was now becoming difficult on where to go. Coming out of her hiding spot behind the smithy's statue. So far, there was no where beyond the smithy for her to go; 'red coats' were everywhere, looking and searching.

Slipping herself into the working smithy, Vivienne figured that there would be something in there that could get the stubborn manacles off of her. Not to mention that she had an injury to tend on her leg. Seeing the fire nearby, she placed her wrists inside the fire pit, so the blazing heat will allow her to break the iron. Wincing a bit in pain, she gave her wrists a mighty tug, until it snapped, making the chain break. With that out of the way, and placing her pistol nearby on the work bench, she ripped off a parchment of her dress to wrap it around the spot where one of the British soldiers grazed her. It was bleeding, and the bullet had to be removed, but with time being an ass, Vivienne couldn't. Not until proper treatment. For now, she just wrapped it around her right thigh.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Vivienne listened to the young girl's response, and a look of sympathy appeared on her beautiful, coy-looking face. The pirate is more surprised at this girl's courage, and the last thing she wanted, was to make tensions go higher. So she was quite impressed with her wit. Speaking of this said-wit, Abigail willingly turned around to face the woman, and Vivienne allowed the girl to do so, but still kept the silver blade at her neck. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss Abigail", she lowly, casually, and softly responded in confirmation. Salutations to her, then.

"It's quite alright, love. I've been through plenty. You're lucky, though; the victims always live in the end", Vivienne proudly said with a smirk, keeping her voice at a whispering level, while feeling and watching her equipment go back into place. "Easy on the goods", she softly reminded her to make sure everything was on correctly. The pirate had to admit that she felt a bit of fondness for the girl before her, and she did feel a tad bit regretful to put her in such a position. But she was her ticket to get out of the hands of authority right now, so she kept up the act in this very dangerous game.

Abigail was only at least five-foot five or so, and the task at hand wasn't hard. The pirate perked her eyes up in a challenging way with a coy smirk towards the English, before turning her attention back to the girl before her, who seems to marvel her rescuer's status. "Sticks and stones", she simply said to confirm her curiosity with that grin again. "Right now, I'm better off making survival than bloodshed", Vivienne reminded her, not too interested to share her life in fame. Her grin faltered and her eyes rolled at Norrington's question, making her turn Abigail around to face the 'red coats' again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd love to stick around and chat, but I have some business to attend to!", the brunette announced as she walked backwards slowly, with Abigail still in her grip. Suddenly, she let her go, pushing her back to them, before grabbing a rope behind her that was tied to a tall gantry. Kicking a belaying pin nearby, and allowing a counterweight to fall, she was being lifted up to the top of the structure.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Vivienne kept Abigail in her grip, with the girl's back pressed against her front, along with the silver blade being pressed at her throat, as if in a prepared position to slash her throat. With a devious smile, the pirate looked at Norrington and everyone else before her and captive. "I must thank you for warming up to me, Commodore", she recalled in a respectful albeit taunting tone. However, there was no threat in her words. She didn't wish to harm the girl, but to just prove a point. Vivienne, however, did recall something interesting about Abigail: she cared about the pirate woman's fate. Interesting...

Listening, to the girl make a defense to Norrington and everyone else, Vivenne can't but feel flattered for her differing viewpoint. She was sparing her from the hangman's noose, but, who wouldn't? Everyone against piracy. That's why. But this one? How interesting... "Commodore Norrington, now if you would, please? My effects?", the brunette called back in that same tone between taunting and respecting. She needed her things, and this girl was her ticket out of a tight spot. As they were starting to pass them her things, Vivienne, now holding the girl hostage, whispered to her, so she could only hear. "Your name's Abigail, isn't it?", she asked her in curiosity.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

The mystery woman was expecting an answer from this young girl, but she didn't expect to see some British troops approaching them. By the looks of it, they've come to fetch the young lady. Looking upon the middle-aged Englishman, who appears to be their commander, the brunette gave a silent sigh of exasperation. More to block her path? Or was this about that pocket of money she stole from a food cart earlier? It could be that they happen to see her with an individual of high-class; that would be considered offensive and, come to think about it, tyrannical.

Having her gaze trailed to the Commodore, who happens to look upon her with a stone-cold glare, the girl's rescuer coolly raised both of her hands halfway in surrender, and stepped away from the girl, standing at her full height of five-foot, seven. She then watched another young woman help the girl to her feet; she seemed to be older, and quite the beauty with her brown-blonde hair tied up. Not to say that neither of them were, but in general, she was another one of those wealthy young ladies, sentenced to be married, and so on. Maybe a sister? A cousin? Or a dear friend?

Honestly, she wasn't sure on what to do in such a predicament: being surrounded by thousands of "red coats", plus their commander. Hearing the girl, now "Abigail", protest against the roguish woman's fate, the brunette couldn't help but feel slightly amused at the attempt. But for the Commodore to ask who she was, the mystery woman let her hands descend from her previous position, so they were cooly at her side. At least I don't have to say my real name, she thought before making her response. "Black. Vivienne Black, sir", she forced herself to say in a respectable manner with a charming smile on her youthful visage.

By witnessing this man take her hand as if she were a proper lady, Vivienne's smile faltered once a bad feeling made itself known. So before she could quickly retreat her hand, Norrington already tightened his hold on her wrist, and exposed her pirate tattoo. She knew she was in trouble. Pirate. The word made her bite her bottom lip in defeat. Charles Vane was going to kill her; but honestly, she doubted that he ever will. This time, she stayed quiet and listened. Listening, and scanned her surroundings; it was perfect. "Don't worry, I'm pretty swift when it comes to death", Vivienne assured Abigail with a wink, while she was being restrained with iron cuffs. It confused her a little that this someone, coming from the outside world of piracy, would even care about her wellbeing. Someone of a higher class!?

They just forgot to check one spot on her body. "Swift and evasive", the brunette recalled before smoothly revealing a small blade that was hidden in her bosum, and quickly grabbing Abigail before her, holding her at knifepoint with the blade resting on the side of the girl's neck.

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Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Trying to register what fell in, the sentries looked at each other, before a gust of wind comes up, forcing them to hold their hats.

Abigail's unmoving form hit the bottom of the shallow ocean, and the brunette-haired woman swam down to her as fast as she could, eventually wrapping an arm around her. The girl's weight was light, which helped her rescuer get a better advantage. Making for the surface, she struggled, making slow progress. The dress this girl was wearing was too heavy, and the water was weighing them down. Forced to be submerged, she forced it open, and skinned Abigail out of it, kicking it away, leaving her in her elbow-sleeved underdress.

As she surfaced, the brunette was exhausted, and the sentries helped her haul Abigail out of the water. Laying the girl carefully on her back, the sentries tried to check if she was breathing. "She's not breathing!", one of them called out. "Move!", pushing them aside, the brunette slipped one her knives out from its sheath. Kneeling over the unconscious girl, she slit the corset down the middle with it, and forcefully yanked it open to allow Abigail to gain air for her crushed lungs.

Just by seeing the young girl cough up the water, the mystery woman knew for a fact that the damn corsets made for the English women, were not suitable in a place like Port Royal. Many times, she has worn fancy corsets, but that didn't mean she would wear one now. Or ever, for that reason.

The brunette tossed the torn corset aside, a moment before she even registered someone or something wrapping themselves around her body. This girl...was hugging her? How unusual. For some, she was one of a few on her ship that would even express any sympathy to colonists who were not buccaneers. She usually stole from the wealthy, but didn't really see the opportunity in rescuing one from distress. More likely, a damsel. By the looks of this girl, she was rather young. So, why not? "You're welcome", she responded, not exactly expressing any true sympathy in her words, as if she was forced to be nice.

Impressed and dumbfounded, the sentries didn't speak for a moment. "Never would have thought of that", one of them admitted. "Clearly, you've never been to Singapore. Impressed?", she rolled her eyes before looking back at the young girl laying before her. But before she thought of anything else, something gold, with a skull, was right before her, exposed. Taking a good look at the round medallion, a question rose out of her, just before Abigail hid it in her bodice. "Where did you get that?", she softly demanded.