A Lady

Amenii dapped at her eye, it was still swollen and painful to the touch. Her body ached, and even though her fur she could see the flesh underneath begin to darken.

‘Damn me.’ She cursed.

The reception at the hands of The Kraken had not gone well. Still she was able to smirk with little satisfaction knowing that he must look just the worse for ware.

There still remained the problem of securing a ship, several if possible, and there was only one privateer left that she could turn to, one she had been avoiding sense the mad idea had come to her.

Tom Cat.

‘Damn me!’ She cursed Again and threw down her hanky, ‘Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!’

From the far side of the room a rap came, followed by a stranger whose face she did not recognize, the stranger’s face took in her stare of undress, then lingered on her face.

Amenii scowled.  

‘What’s the matter? Never seen a lady before?’