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[whatthefuckami]

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[whatthefuckami]

They come to her sometimes, boys who've heard tales of the sea. Piracy, treasure, lost islands, creaking decks--she's learned to see it in their faces before they open their mouths and it all comes tumbling out. Why they find her isn't difficult to guess: who she is, that's an open secret, and even if it weren't, she's a distinctive figure. A woman captain--let alone the infamous Anne Bonny, escaped from an inauspicious death on a gibbet in Jamaica--isn't hard to track down.

Tonight, she's in a tavern, working her way through a bottle of rum and some kind of stew, when another one shows up at her table. Not one of her men, she knows as soon as she glances up from under the brim of her hat. This one's tall, dark-haired, a kind of stern precision to his features.

"You want something?" she asks, around a mouthful of potato.