The sun was setting fast in the reddened sky, the brilliant colors clashing in a sea of reds and yellows against the deep blue of the ocean. Sails shivered against the backdrop, the massive ships they belonged to making birth at the port on the Caribbean. Bright green eyes watched the sun warily, the emerald orbs being framed by wavy stands of oaken brown hair. Their owner seemed to be accustomed to her surroundings, the tanned being ignoring the stares from the men who passed her by.
Marina kept walking, one hand on the top of her leather satchel that held everything she needed and treasured while the other was tightly gripped around the concealed hilt of her cutlass. No one had caught sight of the weapon yet due to the long black coat, one that seemed to have belonged to a man bigger than she, and the draping ends of the medallion peacock vest style piece below it. The only things that stuck out on her person was the intricate designs on the greyish blue vest, the design seeming a copper color, and the glint of the hoop earrings pierced through her ears.
A sigh escaped her lips, passing several ships until spotting one that seemed out of place. It was a well-kept Chinese Junk, the design seldom seen on these shores. The woman blinked, scanning the vessel with wondering eyes. “Wonder if they’d be looking for a navigator?” she asked under her breath, casting her eyes to the setting sun once again. She didn’t want to be out here when the moon rose.
Suddenly she spotted a man climbing off the ship, seemingly one of the hands on the vessel before her. The lady approached him, her hand clutching tighter onto the belongings she owned especially the cutlass. “Any way I’d be able to have a conversation with your captain?” she asked, pulling a simple real out of her satchel and flipping it before the man. The man’s eyes lit up, watching the coin with sudden interest though he also briefly looked the girl over with a look she was all too familiar with.