I. The Eurydice is a fine ship. Fine banner, fine crew, fine captain. Mary has not been disappointed by her venture into this warmer climate, where pirates are real people instead of swashbuckling stories, and Anne Bonny's word is as good as Captain Jack's, and either no one suspects her of being a woman in breeches or they truly don't give a shit that she is. It's only a lifetime of caution that keeps her from revealing herself.
And maybe a little bit of concern. But not for the men - for Anne Bonny, who's gained a good deal of notoriety as a lone woman among men, and who's to say she doesn't suspect Mary of trying to steal her thunder? Women can be catty and cruel in any line of work, Mary has found, just as there are men at every level who think with their dicks and not much else.
But Captain Jack is clearly not a man like that, and so far Anne Bonny has only regarded her with a kind of distant approval for every job well done, which she's not keen to risk without a good reason. So, "Mark" Read kicks up her boots on the gunwale and scans the dark horizon. The middle watch is a difficult stretch, but she doesn't mind it; the black quiet from midnight to 4am gives her peace that's rare on a ship, and she's never needed much sleep anyway.
II. It's with a great commotion out in the street that Mary bursts through the doors of the tavern. She's flustered and fuming as she stomps straight over to the bar, demanding a shot of the strongest thing in stock while cries from outside draw everyone's attention but hers.
"Me fingers! The bleedin' bastard took off me fingers!"
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The Eurydice is a fine ship. Fine banner, fine crew, fine captain. Mary has not been disappointed by her venture into this warmer climate, where pirates are real people instead of swashbuckling stories, and Anne Bonny's word is as good as Captain Jack's, and either no one suspects her of being a woman in breeches or they truly don't give a shit that she is. It's only a lifetime of caution that keeps her from revealing herself.
And maybe a little bit of concern. But not for the men - for Anne Bonny, who's gained a good deal of notoriety as a lone woman among men, and who's to say she doesn't suspect Mary of trying to steal her thunder? Women can be catty and cruel in any line of work, Mary has found, just as there are men at every level who think with their dicks and not much else.
But Captain Jack is clearly not a man like that, and so far Anne Bonny has only regarded her with a kind of distant approval for every job well done, which she's not keen to risk without a good reason. So, "Mark" Read kicks up her boots on the gunwale and scans the dark horizon. The middle watch is a difficult stretch, but she doesn't mind it; the black quiet from midnight to 4am gives her peace that's rare on a ship, and she's never needed much sleep anyway.
II.
It's with a great commotion out in the street that Mary bursts through the doors of the tavern. She's flustered and fuming as she stomps straight over to the bar, demanding a shot of the strongest thing in stock while cries from outside draw everyone's attention but hers.
"Me fingers! The bleedin' bastard took off me fingers!"
III.
[BYOB (bring your own beginning)]