Katherine no last name

Angelica was making her way through the narrow streets, followed by her cousin’s servant who served as her guide. Port Royal had a whole different kind of mood than any other city Angelica had been in before. It felt - if not tolerant, then free, with people from all walks of life mingling together. She had heard the cautionary tales about moral degeneration of the West Indies, but it all seemed so interesting at the same time.

It wasn't very usual the young barmaid got to take some time off from working at the tavern. But when she did, she would always go to the beach and stare at the ocean. That's what she was about to do on the sunny day before she bumped into a strange woman, a visitor, or at leas that's what she seemed like, Port Royal was quite a small city after all and she had never seen the girl before.  ❝ Oh, bollocks--- I'm sorry, love. ❞

His fingers brushed the handle of the tankard, yet his eyes stayed on her. Katherine. He wondered if Katherine, who worked in a tavern in Tortuga, had heard the tales spread far and wide of Charles Vane. As much as he reveled in the recognition of his name there were times he enjoyed dragging out the suspense of it, lingering instead in the curiosity as to whether he would be pleased or disappointed. “Charles.” He replied, voice kept pleasantly casual.

    Her hand reached for a dishcloth at the end of the     bar, her other reaching for a tankard someone had     left there earlier. Cleaning the mop, the petite bartender's     azure eyes landed on the pirate in front of her, offering     her winning smile once he had introduced himself,     ❝ Pleasure, I'm sure. ❞

         ”Nassau usually keeps to its own miss.                    We go out, we go back.                       Only thing landed us here was weather.”

   ❝ Please, I'm sure some actually stay out.        It must be awfully boring to always land        in the same place. ❞

     ”Aye, the does do something for it, but she’s nothin’ compared to my Pearl.”

  ❝ Oh, but of course, I would never compare a sip to the Pearl. She's definitely the most beautiful ship I've ever been on--- or seen, for that matter. ❞

Words of the approaching storm swirling over the sea had come to Vane and thus solidified his decision to keep The Ranger and her crew in port until it passed. He had no reason great enough to face such a storm. The men and their captain included could be disgruntled about being landlocked but at least they’d be alive to feel that way and The Ranger in one piece.

    Noting the nod, the barmaid took the pirate's mug and     filled it up with the rum bottle that had been lingering on     the table behind her, sliding the mug over to him once it     was filled. Arching a brow at the question, the petite     brunette flashed a gracious smile, ❝ Katherine--- and     you are? ❞

    “Nassau miss.”

  ❝ I meet very few travelers from Nassau, one would       think it being so close, you'd hear about Nassau all the time. ❞              She wasn't exactly impressed by Nassau, it wasn't the most interesting  place she had heard of, but still, it distracted her to hear from different  places she had never been to, specially while the was working. Flashing  her winning smile to the man, Katherine served him a mug of rum. Placing  it on the bar table for him to take.      ❝ We have nothing but Tortuga's finest here, love. ❞