Love and Money. Passion and Trouble. These were the cards dealt. Hearts and Diamonds, Clubs and Spades. They knew when they saw her first come around that there was something different about the fox haired woman when she stepped on to the docks and asked for a job. A few weeks later and the crew were calling her the Sea Fox. The crew never called her by her name because she didn?t give it out and never spoke of it.
The woman had a smile that could light a spark in a man?s heart, had eyes blue as the ocean itself and sometimes just as stormy but it was her laughter and the way she wrinkled her nose when she laughed that truly caught the attention of the men on the docks.
All the same, the Fox kept herself solitaire. Ever she ignored the offers for a quiet evening out past the docks, though they knew the woman never to turn down a drink from one of the seedy bars that dappled the dock when the weary crews and seafarers rambled back in, learned to find their land legs once more.
The woman could drink whiskey with the best of the men, could hold it down with a glitter in her eyes that sparked with mischief and mirth as she watched the men make all attempts to stay sober while she still tossed down the amber with a carefree will and whim.
Once the men had seen her stretch after a long night of cards, tucking money away in her pockets with a sly shrug and an elusive curl of lips without a word said. Perhaps the woman just had a bit of luck to her. Seemed that way when the men caught the subtle glint of metal amongst the firebrand waves of hair, appeared a cross. That bit of metal unbeknownst to them was a token of simple forging but ever still a good luck charm for the woman. It meant more to her then the rest would ever realize.
It didn?t matter any longer though. Those times, the meaning and importance and significance of irish tokens? well they were long since gone.
Jacinta knew that well enough as she stared out silently at the rolling tide of the ocean as it was ever manipulated by the temptation of the moon, that the days of Jinx and Chance were long since gone. Fading away to a Sea Fox?s journey?
The woman had a smile that could light a spark in a man?s heart, had eyes blue as the ocean itself and sometimes just as stormy but it was her laughter and the way she wrinkled her nose when she laughed that truly caught the attention of the men on the docks.
All the same, the Fox kept herself solitaire. Ever she ignored the offers for a quiet evening out past the docks, though they knew the woman never to turn down a drink from one of the seedy bars that dappled the dock when the weary crews and seafarers rambled back in, learned to find their land legs once more.
The woman could drink whiskey with the best of the men, could hold it down with a glitter in her eyes that sparked with mischief and mirth as she watched the men make all attempts to stay sober while she still tossed down the amber with a carefree will and whim.
Once the men had seen her stretch after a long night of cards, tucking money away in her pockets with a sly shrug and an elusive curl of lips without a word said. Perhaps the woman just had a bit of luck to her. Seemed that way when the men caught the subtle glint of metal amongst the firebrand waves of hair, appeared a cross. That bit of metal unbeknownst to them was a token of simple forging but ever still a good luck charm for the woman. It meant more to her then the rest would ever realize.
It didn?t matter any longer though. Those times, the meaning and importance and significance of irish tokens? well they were long since gone.
Jacinta knew that well enough as she stared out silently at the rolling tide of the ocean as it was ever manipulated by the temptation of the moon, that the days of Jinx and Chance were long since gone. Fading away to a Sea Fox?s journey?