The boy wanted to follow her, although he was not so fully back to reality yet, as it seemed, stumbled after her but got stopped by a group of people crossing his way.
He lost sight of her, looking around in the harbour, just to realize he also lost his set before target, the man at the stands and the boy slowly began to panic—Only for a moment, until he shook his head and scrawled back into the shadow of the houses beside him, walking down the pavement, eyes always to the sea side, trying to spot the pirate’s dark hair there somewhere between the other people.
Mary playfully evaded the leer of the target, quickly melding into a crow of bodies at the tavern. The pirate seduced him with her sensual demeanor, enough to garner the man’s affections and trust. All the while he had coiled his arm around her waist, curled his meaty fingers into her hair and caressed her jaw, spoiling himself with erotic fantasy. Knowing exactly what he planned to do with plumped lips like hers, with a body like hers.
She narrowed her gazed between people, watching as other men arrived, quickly distracting him, joining his table when his eyes flickered around, still seeking her. She wasted no time and fled the scene, sneaking toward the outside, masking herself behind busty barmaids and pissed folk pooling through the doors.
Mary moved into the shadow of the alley way across the tavern, inches from being seen. Her path delved her between houses until she found a speck of blond moving in the stream of pedestrians. Curling a smile, she tailed him and came to stride with him.
"You look rather pensive, lookin’ fer someone?”