Lilith

“The woman has no clue who or what I am.” Lilith thought to herself. It was obvious by the look on the woman’s face. “Best keep it that way…for now.” Lilith said to herself as she smiled again and lent against the heavy iron bars. “Ouch!” Lilith declared as she winced in pain. She had forgotten about her split lip she received earlier that evening. The confrontation between her and Pinon was not pretty. After the brawl broke out at the inn she went to investigate further. It was then she saw Captain Sterling leaving in the custody of Pinon and several guards. She had lingered behind long enough so know one would have seen her follow…or so she thought. Lilith should have known what type of creature this man was from the very first day she laid eyes upon him. He was considered lowest of the low, even by her standards yet, there was something strangely familiar about him. Perhaps she was drawn to him due to his elusive nature and his uncaring manner. These were the very same qualities she possessed and by her nature, she would consider him an equal…and yet. “Here, let me take a look at you.” Lilly said bending down to offer help. “I don’t need any bloody help!” Lilith barked. Lilly pulled back quickly and looked shocked. Lilith could see that Lilly did not take kindly to being yelled at. Lilith felt pity for her. She would never learn to be strong for herself. This was a type of woman who would always need a man to take care of her…no matter what. “I know you…or at least of you.” Lilith said now holding her bloodied lip. “You’re that Actress from London. Damn! You are far away from home, aren’t you? Aren’t you that Captain’s whore, or something?” Lilith waited to see Lilly’s reaction. Wife, courtesan, mistress or whore, they were all the same in her book. “That is correct.” Lilly muttered softly, then cast her eyes to the ground. Lilith rolled her eyes. “Good God woman, I’m sure that he’s not going to be the last man who you bed. Christ! Only moments ago you were going to toss off that guard who would…” “SHUT UP!” Screamed Lilly. “You know nothing! Do you hear me? YOU KNOW NOTHING! The cell became very quite. Lilith’s cains rattled a bit as she took a seat against iron cell wall. It was then Lilith gave Lilly a stare. “No wonder he left you, not very pleasant to be about are you?" With that, Lilly’s eyes just widened.

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Lilith had stumbled out from a tavern as she successfully finished drinking her dinner. The noise that now floated from the other end of the street caught her attention. With her curiosity peaked, she floated through the crowded street until she was smack dab in front of the Royal Grace. The scene was one of chaos and uproar. Now the crowd had gathered as a fight ensued. People where dashing back and forth, the cry for the watch had been given up. Yet, through all this mass hysteria, Lilith’s eyes happened to glimpse a familiar form. She slowly pulled herself back into the shadows and away from those in authority. She now watched as the story unfolded around her.

Lilith wrinkled up her nose in disgust. “Worthless you are.” She muttered as she put her pistol away. “I find it very odd that you didn’t care for him. Most whores don’t care whom they service as long as the men paying well. Besides, Pinon doesn’t take kindly to the answer of ‘no’.” Lilith once again looked over at Sally, watching to see if she would dash off or offer any testimony in her Mistress’ defend. Lilith cocked her hat slightly forward and smiled slyly. “If you do see Pinon again, let him know that Lilith was looking for him. Oh, and if he asks you if I’ve found a bit of Sterling – tell him…I will before he does!” She pushed her way towards the door, but before she left, she turned towards the two women. “Be careful of him…this Pinon. He is a powerful man.”

"And how may I help you?" Nelly asked straightening upon the steps. "I am not in the business of entertaining other women. If you are looking for a Mare, you have come to the wrong house." Lilith just stared at the whore and did not to give as much as a single response to her insult. Sally quickly stood next to her mistress’ side. Both waited to silently to hear what this stranger had to say. “Do not waste my time and I will kill the both of you!” Lilith said pulling a pistol from her belt. “I have come here to get some answers and by God, I will have them. Rumor around port states that you have been in the company of a man named Pinon. Is this true? If so, where can I find him? Quickly now, before I loose my temper.”

Lilith made her way slowly towards a small building known for conducting trysts. As she stood at the front door of the building she looked about just to make sure that she was not being followed. Less than an hour earlier she had ‘made inquires’ about several houses that accommodated men’s fancies. She hoped that she would be successful in her search. Suddenly the front door swung open. “Yes? Who are you?” Remarked the small dark haired girl as she looked Lilith up and down. “I’ve come to inquire about a certain person who may have frequented your Mistress’ establishment in the last few days.” The young dark hair girl again stood her ground. “My Mistress is busy as of the moment; she doesn’t make a habit of talking to strange wo…” “Who is it Sally!?” Lilith heard the voice of another woman over the young girl’s shoulder. “Busy, eh?” With that Lilith forced her away through the front door.

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Lilith awoke with a start. It took her a few moments to realize where she was. It all came back to her when she looked about the kitchen she had made herself at home in and the small chest that she claimed for herself. What it contained was some what of mystery to her. A slip of paper with the letters A.C. upon it long with a list of numbers, a small wooden plate with a rose carved upon it, and a bright red ribbon. Perhaps they were keepsakes or a child’s tokens of amusement. Odd items to be kept cloistered away like that, she thought. She stood up from her make-shift bed and put herself together. She had come to the conclusion that if she was to make any money she would have to move forward and make things happen…and God help those who may get in her way! She quickly gathered the small chest up and set off to find word of two people. One, of course was Captain Sterling and the other, Pinion. “Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.” She said to herself. It would be wise to find out more of Pinion’s deals here in Port Royal. Knowing the nature of his habits, she immediately knew where to look. “Find a pretty face, you’ll find him next to it.” Lilith was on her way to visit the red light district of Port Royal.

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Lilith spent most of the night hiding from Pinion and the Red Coast guards. The towns people chatted amongst themselves about the recent patrols, murder and death of nobleman...yet, Lilith did not have time to socialize. She was too busy trying to hide. She found refuge in a small burned out building not too far from the docks. She could tell that in its day it was a tavern of considerable size and perhaps health. She drug through the charred remains of the bar and kitchen looking for a bottle of something to partake in, but found nothing left. She sat down near the hearth and looked over the room she now called home for the evening. She never thought she would be hiding. Hiding from Pinion and from the fear of failing again. She pulled from her pocket the false Dutch papers she was to hand over to Pinion the night. “Worthless.” She muttered as she looked at the back of them to make sure that the sealed were still in tact. She also remembered the name that Pinion mentioned, "Sterling". Once again he crossed paths with her. But this time she would be prepared. She looked at the paperwork in her hand, then quickly placed them back into her vest for safe keeping. She rubbed her eyes and lent back against what remained of the structure and tried to get some sleep. But as the she started to drift off, the last thing that caught her eye was something jetting from the hearth stone itself. She moved closer to inspect the item. It appeared to be a small metal chest which has been placed into the wall of the hearth for safe keeping. Lilith quickly pulled her knife from it’s’ sheath and began to pick it free from its stone crypt. Once freed, Lilith inspected the chest once more. The initials “E.H.C.” were plainly carved upon the top of the box. “Well, let’s see what riches you hold, shall we?” She said as she tried to pick the lock free.

“All I asked was one little thing, ‘tis all!” She said again, addressing the lifeless body of her first mate, Twiggs. “Now how can I face that demon Pinon without the Dutch letters?!” She quickly took a seat upon her bunk as her monkey quickly came to her side. Its’ nervous chatter began to try her nerves. “Shall I kill you too?” Lilith uttered in a rough tone tossing it down from her shoulder. It was then the monkey pulled at the bedding on the bed. “I do not have time to take a nap you foolish creature!” Then spotted between the pillow and ticking a small note. On a pale piece of parchment were the words; “Looking for something?” etched in rough hand. She was in no mood for games. Yet, her life was at stake and fearing the rath of Pinon was not something she would take lightly. “Very well.” She muttered as she turned over her linen once more. “Someone on my crew has a death wish, but I will not be out foxed.” From the side panel of her desk she quickly pulled several documents from it. As she quickly ran her hands over each one, she quickly pulled two documents, which were drafted by a Dutch hand. “These will do…for now.” Lilith quickly grabbed her dirk and pistol and headed back to the Inn to meet with Pinon before it was too late.

A great ruckus came from the main cabin. At the first sound of trouble, a deckhand was about to sound the alarm. As he ran to address his better, a sound of breaking glass soon followed and a high pitch scream of a banshee. It was then that all the crew knew that Lilith was in a foul mood. “Damn you!” She shouted at Twiggs as she lofted another bottle in his direction. “What in bloody hell did you do with it!?” Twiggs in a frantic state quickly dodged the bottle and landed under a table. “I placed it back where you told me, Captain. It was there not more than two hours ago!” Lilith pitched her blanket to the floor. “I swear I will kill you if you do not find it. I need to retrieve it before sundown!” Twiggs quickly covered his head as he heard books and charts being tossed to the floor. “If I do not have it in less than an hour’s time I will carve out your eyes, cut out your tongue and send you over the edge of this ship for chum!”

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Lilith’s mind now was spinning as she quickly left the Inn. What had passed between her and Pinon was to say the least, extreamly eventful. “Did I hear him correctly?” She pushed her way through the crowded streets not caring whom she may have trampled on in her mad dash back to her ship. “I cannot believe my damn luck! That man has fallen into my hands once again!?” She quickly dodged a small cart as it aimed for her head on. “Fool!” She shouted at the hawker who quickly corrected his cart in another direction. Her mood now soured, she realized that she had become something she did not like; an instrument in another man’s dealings. It was true that she had made a very profitable arrangement with Lord Darnley in the simple task of delivering a letter to Pinon. But now Lilith was sure that Pinon’s involvement was much more sinister and calculated that she had first imagined. “If there is money involved,” She said as she walked up the gangplank of her ship, “I will have my fair share, that’s for damn sure!” Lilith stood for a moment aboard deck and quickly spotted Twiggs. “TWIGGS!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Fetch me a drink and meet me in my cabin…NOW!”

Pinon’s heated tones still rang in her ears and she looked up from the floor. She held her chin for a moment, trying to get her barring. It was then she shot Pinon a deadly look of contempt. “Just like old times, eh Pinon?” She said moving to her feet again grinning all the while. She remembered that he usually hit harder with much more zeal. She had almost forgotten what Pinon was like. She picked up her cap and approached his side. It was a game of cat and mouse between the two of them and the tension between them she knew all too well. It was true that Pinon and she had a heated past. Whether they were passionate for each other’s flesh or for the money they could make from one another, it really did not matter. They were cut from the same cloth and were willing to do anything to obtain their heart’s desire. “I shall bring thee what you wish this night.” She said licking the blood away from her lower lip, and to entice the underlining seduction between the two of them. It was then she quickly looked up into his dark expression. “Did thee say, Sterling?”

Pinon was an patronizing fool. She cast a look upward as his hand still hovered over her shoulder. “What?! Do you think I would keep them on my person? I am much smarter than that, Pinon. Or do I need to remind you of our last encounter?” Once again her eyes narrowed as she slowly pushed his hand way from her face. It was then she drew her legs down from the desk and turn towards the dark figure. “The Dutch papers are safe, that much I can tell you. Why don’t you bring yourself to the Tartarus tonight to collect them?” She said with a smile. “Perhaps we can catch up on what time has passed between us.” She watched Pinon’s eyes dart from side to side. “I do plan to be in Port Royal for at least a fortnight. If you are interested, I shall be there.” She stood straight and tall in front of Pinon waiting for his reply.

Lilith watched as Pinon perused the letter that Lord Darnley had delivered into her care. Pinon’s face gave way to a series of dramatic changes. His eyes became larger with every line, every word filled with anticipation. She too smiled. Pinon was a man that told very little by voice, but told much by expression. “No, Lord Darnley did not. But he did tell me to make sure that I get all my money from you before I leave this God forsaken place.” Her hand slowly dropped to her waist where a dirk laid concealed beneath her coat. “You have your letter, Sir. I wish for my money.”

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The smell of the harbor finally disappeared as Lilith made her way up the cobblestone streets to the The Crown Inn. In the mid morning rush the streets were quite crowded. Hawkers voice rose above the din, shouting loudly as they tried to sell their wears. Livestock of goat and sheep crowded the streets and the jostle of cart and carriage made navigating the street to the inn tolerable. As Lilith entered the inn, several of the men who loitered there turned and cast eyes upon her. She did not waste her time in acknowledging them. She was there to deliver a letter and by God, that is what she was going to do. She approached the barkeep that stood at the edge of the bar. “I am looking for a man who goes by the name…Pinon.” The barkeep nodded his head slowly. “And whom shall I tell him is calling for him?” Lilith’s eyes narrowed a bit and her voice lowered. “Tell him the letter which he waits for is finally here…and that Lord Darnley sends his regards.”

As the Tartarus finally made its’ way into the harbor, Lilith quickly set out a list of instructions to her crew. “I want my instructions followed to the letter, Twiggs.” She said picking up her gloves and hat. “And I do not wish to replay another hellish incident like the one in Cape Town.” Her voice was stern and demanding. It was then her eyes were quickly drawn to the entrance of her cabin doorway. “Mistress?” A young man stood before the two of them, but hesitated for a moment. “Well?” Lilith shouted, “Do you think I do not have anything better to do than stand here? Out with it, Boy!” The young man quickly bowed and in a fluster of motion began to speak. “I did as you wished, Mistress. You will find the man you are looking for at the Crown. It is just up the harbor.” Lilith placed her hand upon her breast for a moment, where the well hidden letter was safe. “Good. I am off to the Crown then. I do not expect to be too long. When I return, I shall speak with you Twiggs about further plans for the ship and crew.” She walked on deck looking about the crowd of men that were hard at work. As she made her way to the gangplank, she turned to Twiggs once more. “My exact orders Twiggs,” She whispered softly, leaning towards him. “Or you will find yourself like your brother…at the bottom of the sea.”

Staying up at all hours of the night took its toll on Lilith. Soon strange images floated back and forth in dream state. There, an English brig found itself dead in the water just before twilight. Her ship and crew easily overcame them. Once her men secured the ship, she then boarded the brig, only to find nothing of true value. Disappointed, she then approached the Captain of the ship. With blade drawn, she stood her ground to those around her. Slowly she made her way to the one they called Captain. “Why are you in these waters?” She asked the Captain. The young man just looked at her and said nothing. “Are you not afraid? Do you not know who I am?” She said taunting him as if he were a mere child. Again, the young Captain said nothing. Suddenly, a smile appeared upon her face. “Very well,” She said looking about the captured ship and crew. “Other than a few barrels of port, do you see anything of worth here, Twiggs?” The old man shook his head. “Aye, Captain.” The rest of her crew began to mumble. It was a low tone; almost audible which floated over the deck and back again. She looked at the young Captain and placed her blade to his neck. “You’ll bring a pretty penny in the slave markets of Algiers, won’t you?” It was then Lilith opened her eyes in a start. The image of the young sea captain remained in her mind. “Damn!” She muttered to herself. “Same blasted dream…again!?” She quickly grabbed the letter from its box and placed it in her bodice. She quickly made her way upon deck and could see the harbor of Port Royal in the distance.

It was early dawn and Lilith sat at her large mahogany desk scanning over nautical charts and maps trying to figure out how much further Port Royal was. She knew before long the winter storms would come and the idea of staying the winter in Port Royal seemed enjoyable. Yes, she found it hard to keep her mind on her work. The images in her mind kept racing back to the night before. The Dutch sloop a flame and sinking into the ocean was the last image she remembered before nodding off. At first, she was happy with the unexpected windfall, but soon her mind drifted back to the reason why she was on this journey. There, in a small wooden box was a letter. The importance of the letter must be great or so she was told by the solicitor who arranged its’ passage. She was happy to take the money for it, yet she would have to deliver it to a man whom she has never met, but whom she would have to trust. This made Lilith feel very uncomfortable. She was not in the habit of trusting any man. Suddenly she felt something strike her back. It was a light blow and as she turned her head, she noticed that it was her pet monkey, Satan. "Morning Satan." She said petting his head. "Here, you're up early too? Couldn't sleep either? How’s about some breakfast?" Satan quickly jumped from her shoulder and sat down on her desk. "She handed him a fig or two which he took willingly. "Now don't spit it out this time. I know you don't care for the seeds." She said straightening his jacket. Ugh...that thing still alive?!" said Twiggs as he entered her cabin. “Why do you hate them so? They are intelligent and entertaining. Much more so than the larger ones that help me run my ship!” "As pleasant as always, eh Lilith?" said Twiggs, sitting down gingerly on a chair next to her desk. He winced. He was showing his age, thought Lilith. She knew that the fighting from the night before left him battered and bruised. As Twiggs let out a sigh, he watched Lilith attend to Satan. "As for the monkeys, they are ugly little creatures, who'd as soon piss on you than love you. Give me a good dog any day!" Lilith shook her head and laughed then quickly turned to the small wooden box to lock up the letter once more. “Any word of land, Twiggs?” Her first mate looked up at her. Twiggs nodded his head as he scratched his chin. “Aye, in an hour’s time we should be in port soon enough.”

Lilith lingered upon the deck of the Dutch sloop as the last man was lead back to the Tartarus in chains. For a moment, she smiled to herself with vast amount of self-pride. It wasn’t every day a ship such as this fell into her hands unexcitingly. Her journey to Jamaica was becoming very fruitful. Lilith looked over the hoard of wealth which now laid upon the deck of the Dutch Sloop. She was eager to indulge herself in the windfall that stood before her. It was more than she expected! She quickly dug her hand into the chest filled with silks and trims. “If’n yer pardon, Mistress.” A low deep voice came from behind her. It could barely be heard over her crew’s excitement. “What shall we be do’n with the Captain?” It was the voice of her first mate, Twiggs. Why was he always spoiling things? She dropped the silks from her hands and looked over her shoulder at him. “I shall leave him in your hands Twiggs, but make sure you leave no trace of what you do.” She said adding a wicked smile. She glanced back at the Captain. Their eyes met for a brief moment. It was obvious that he was a man of very little courage. He did not bleed for the lives of his men, only for his own. “After you are done with him, take this below our decks. I will send Lodi to check upon it later.” She stood and looked back at the sloop. “And Twiggs,” She added looking at the Dutch Flag. “Burn the sloop.”

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