A tall man, just shy of the right side of rancid and ragged, rolled by her and caught her eye. He did not swagger like a sailor, nor stroll like a gentleman, and was something caught between: white wig beginning to show distress, stockings encrusted with soiled dirt from the alley, a pistol handled like a best-friend and a lover. Disgrace was worn like a cloak about his shoulders and pride etched lines into his handsome face.
Intrigued, she moved forward, propelled across the boards to intersect his path. She remembered her discarded habit and her exile from sororital society. Something of her intent must have given her away, for he whipped about to fix his glower upon her and suddenly he had the wind gauge of the near encounter. The naked aggression on his face may have made a lesser woman waver, but Angelica wanted to smash head on into him.
With nothing more dangerous than a mince she stalked towards him and raised an eyebrow to his raised hackles. "Smuggling or sodomy, teniente? "Excuse me?" "Is that what brings a man like you to Tortuga?" He turned his back on her and proceeded to the tavern bar. She, not one to be ignored, fell into step behind him and berated him, "¡Esa no es forma de tratar a una dama, capitán!"
Suddenly, Scrum was there to seize her elbow and stage-whisper hysterically into her ear, "That's the Commodore – Norrington – stay away from him." "El Comodoro, you say?" "Hardly," Norringtion replied. Angelica stared at him, waiting for elaboration. "Hardly a Commodore, or a Captain, or anything else for that matter," he sneered at her with his crooked teeth gleaming, "and you are hardly a lady."
"¡Bastardo!" she screeched, lunging at him with her hands clawed. Norrington did not flinch as her nails sliced the air an inch from nose. Scrum was there with his arms around her shoulders to drag her away. "There now, milady, let's err on the side of caution instead of temptation. I'll play my guitar for you…" Raging, she told Scrum where to stuff la guitarra as he carried her away. Norrington turned away, laughing at her exeunt.