((*Authors Note*))
~This chapter is dedicated to John Rackam, better known as Calico Jack, and his love of loves Anne Bonny~
Here There Be Pirates
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Tortuga
The Black Pearl slipped into Tortuga's docking yard just as the sun was setting. Jack, once again, guided the helm. A few crew members busied themselves preparing to weigh anchor. Several men watched the rough city approach from the deck. All had smiles present on their faces. Jack's, perhaps, was the biggest of them all. As the ship came to a sluggish halt Jack swaggered down from the quarter deck. He paused as the boarding plank was lowered to the pier, then was the first off the ship. Waiting at the bottom for his men to file off the ship. When they were all in place Jack hopped up on a near by barrel to make an announcement.
"Men! I expect ye' all to return 't the ship in three days time. Tha' should be plenty of time for ye to make merry, 't do plenty of wenching. 'T get wonderfully drunk, and plenty of time 't sober up. I'd tell ye all to behave yer selves, but I won't be, so what's the point. Have fun my men, keep yer ears and eyes open." With that said, Jack hopped from his soapbox and swaggered down the dock, fully prepared to do his fair share of wenching, drinking, gamboling, and what ever else caught his fancy.
As Jack sauntered down a near by street he realized that a particular crew member was hurrying to catch up with him.
"Jack!" Anamaria called. "Wait up, I'll walk wit' ye fer awhile."
Jack smiled and paused for her to catch up, watching a full scale brawl break out in front of the pirate. She merely tripped one of the men giving him a shove out of her way. Walking up to Jack like a cat saunters from the scene of it's last kill she grinned up at him from beneath her hat. "Ye be headin fer the Rusty Nail then?"
"Of course. I always stop by when I be in Tortuga. It's me favorite tavern." They
"It be a hole in the wall." Anamaria spat.
"They're all holes in the wall. And if they ain't then they got holes in the wall, savvy?."
Anamaria smiled and left Jack a few paces from the tavern. Ignoring the prostitutes as she left him there. Off to find her own piece of action. Jack just tugged at his beard, straightened his hat, and entered the bar. The scene inside was little different than the action outside. Jack ducked a pint of ale as is flew passed his head to smashed against the wall. He skirted a fight between to burly sailors. Stepped over an unconscious man lying bleeding on the beer and rum soaked floor, and put his elbow on the bar.
"Well, if'n it ain't the Captain o' the Black Pearl. Jack me' hearty, what'll it be?" The barkeep asked.
"Rum." Jack answered plainly.
A few unengaged heads turned Jacks way at the mention of the Black Pearl, but one in particular caught Jack's shining brown eye. There she was, leaning against the end of the bar. Sandy, sun bleached hair fell from a tricorn in a tangled mess around her shoulders. Those same shoulders were incased in a dark purple frock coat made from fine velvet. A white shirt slightly open in the front gave a plain view of generous cleavage and a tiny purple birthmark on her left breast and a bit of corset. Her black oilskin breaches hugged her sculpted thighs till Jack thought the seams would burst. Black boots reached a little past her knee, and strapped around her small waist was a thick leather belt, dangling from that was a fine cutlass. Jack suspected that hidden under her coat he would find a pistol tucked smartly away, perhaps a knife or two as well. She wore no makeup, she needed none. Her face was lightly tanned from the sun, green eyes sparkled from behind long brown lashes.
"Tha' be Anne Bonny." The barkeep informed him. "A pirate true, she be the Captain o' the Vanity. And ner' a tougher woman there be. She be responsible fer that." The barkeep pointed at the same man Jack had stepped over to get to the bar. "Was a right good show too. Held her own better an many a man."
"Is at right? What'd he try to do?" Jack asked his interest peaked.
"Dumb fool, 'e tried 't buy her I drink."
"Hummm." Jack mussed, still watching the woman pirate. Her attention had turned to downing a tankard of ale, and a thin dribble spilled down her chin. She wiped away the errant stream with the back of her sleeve and slammed the tankard down, seven jeweled rings sparkled on her hand. She smiled and laughed a hearty laugh, even if it was unmistakably feminine. A single gold tooth sparkled in her otherwise perfect smile, an elongated canine that made her look rather devilish.
"Well I can see why he tried. She's definatly a site."
"I would'na let 'er hear ye if I be you. Ye might wind up next t' 'em."
Anne Bonny had been watching Jack out of the corner of her eye ever since she had heard the words 'Black Pearl.' She was also quite aware of him watching her, but then again most men did. If that small frilly man really was the Captain of the Black Pearl then she meant to speak to him. Using her empty pint as an excuse she fairly stalked over to the barkeep, who was still engaged in conversation with Jack. She leaned against the bar and slid her tankard to the barkeep.
"I'll be havin' another ale Smitty." She said looking Jack up and down, Taking everything in. From his bejeweled dreadlocks, to his maroon coat, to the cut of his brown breaches.
"Aye Cap'n." He said as he refilled the clay mug. "This here be Captain Jack Sparrow 'o the Black Pearl. Jack, this be Captain Anne Bonny." As Smitty made the introduction Jack flashed the most charming smile in his entire repertoire of smiles.
"So ye be the one 't sail the Black Pearl. I thought ye'd be taller."
"I was even shorter than I am now, but a hangman's noose stretched me a bit." Jack smiled as she laughed, flashing her tooth again. "I'd be asking ye to join me in a tot of rum love, but I don't want to end up bleedin' on the floor."
She kicked at the man still lying on the floor. "He was a pig. I don't care to much for swine." She spat on him for good measure. "Won't soon be forgettin 'th likes o' me I reckon."
"Who could?" Jack winked, then drained the rum in his glass. He looked at her then square in the eye, and smiled. "Would ye like t' be seein' the Pearl then?
"Aye Cap'n. That I would." She grinned a crooked smile. "I be hearin' all sorts o' tales 'bout yer ship. She must be a piece o' work."
"Give us a bottle o' rum for the road Smitty." Jack commanded. He did as he was told handing Jack a green bottle full of the brown liquid. Jack tossed a handful of coins on the bar, enough to pay for their bill ten times over. "Looks like I bought ye a drink after all." Jack said as they made their way through the drunken rabble of sailors and whores. Anne just laughed her melodious laugh.
They swaggered together side by side swigging from the bottle as Jack lead Anne to the Pearl. When the ship came into sight he proudly pointed her out.
"There she be. Beautiful sight isn't she." Jack said, swaying as if he were on board. "Would ye be liking the grand tour then?"
"Aye." Anne answered gazing upward as they approached.
Jack didn't even offer to help her up the plank. He knew better than to treat this woman as anything other than what she was, an experienced pirate. As they came onboard Jack immediately noticed not all of his crew had gone ashore. Will Turner leaned against the far rail looking out to sea. His melancholy posture, clued Jack in to what was going on.
"Will, what be ye doin' onboard? Where's Duncan?" Jack asked softly.
William nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Jack's voice. He hadn't been expecting anyone to come back aboard so soon. "Captain! I... I let Duncan go ashore." He scratched his head. "I wasn't having any fun in Tortuga, thought I might as well take his watch."
"Ahhh Ha! I see's what's goin' on here. Yer missin' Miss Lizzy. Will here," Jack spoke as he turned on his heal to face Anne, "Is me first mate, carpenter, smithy, and responsible for saving 'ol Jack's neck a few times."
Anne nodded at him. "He don't talk like no pirate I e'r heard."
"That be cos he wasn't raised a pirate. But, pirate blood be flowin' hard through them veins. Be the son of 'ol Boot Strap Bill, he is. Will, this here be Captain Anne Bonny, a fine pirate in her own right, or so I been told."
Will saluted her. "Captain, welcome aboard the Black Pearl." He spoke with respect. Anne laughed once more.
"I heard 'o yer paw. Fine pirate, so they be sayn, shame him goin the way he did." She clapped her hand in a shake with Will, then strolled around the ship marveling at her. "She looks like she's got a new mast?" Anne questioned Jack.
"Aye, that she is. Lost her old one in that storm a few days past. But we fixed her right up. She be as good as new now."
"That gale hit Tortuga as well. The Raven was lucky to be docked. Show me some more."
Jack lead Anne around the deck before heading below into the messs. They bent over to avoid hitting their heads. From the mess Jack lead Anne into the crew's cramped quarters seperated by a bulkhood . Hammocks hung swaying gently as the ship rolled in the harbor.
"Below us is the hold, and under that be the brig. I be thinking, maybe you don't need to see all that." Anne winked as she grinned a crooked grin, showing off her tooth.
"Show me yer cabin then."
"And what would ye be wanting t' see me cabin for?" He asked already leading the way.
Jack's large cabin was located under the quarterdeck, giving substantially more head room than the rest of the ship. Four square paned windows looked out across the shining night water of the Caribbean Sea. A large square table sat under them, maps, charts, navigational gear, pencils, an oil lamp, a spyglass, three small glasses, and a half empty decanter of rum on a sliver tray sat on the table's hard surface. All around her she was surrounded with decadence. A bed covered with a thick mattress and silk sheets the colour of a red Caribbean sunset lay against the left wall pilled high with pillows. To the right a huge map of the West Indies hung in a gold leafed frame. Another gold trimmed oil lamp hung in the center of the room.
Jack had barely lit the center lamp when Anne approached him grinning. Their hands were on each other instantly, pulling at each other's clothes. Anne fairly tore off Jack's coat. As it dropped unceremoniously to the floor their lip's meet for the first time. Anne's were soft and heady like the port she had been drinking, yet an underlying sweetness accompanied them. With every taste Jack wanted more. He was intoxicated with her scent, for it came from the sea. It seemed she was born of the sea, cast up from those murky depths to sail wild with the wind. But there was no wind in the cabin, the only tempest was their passion. Jack tossed her frockcoat aside, then began to unbutton her shirt. A twinkling sight he hadn't quite expected meet him. Anne's corset, which he had only glimpsed before, barely peaking from her shirt, was encrusted with more fine jewels than the Queen of England could possible own, they covered every inch except for a small dark blue border around the top and bottom. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and less precious jewels, amythest, alexandrite, and more and more and more, sparkled under Jack's fingertips. The garment must have been worth a small fortune. Jack's questioning eyes searched Anne's.
"It's bullet proof." She said huskily.
"It must weigh a ton." He whispered, lowering his head to nibble her neck.
"Take it off."
Jack, fingered each clasp. Even they were set with jewels. Anne moaned from anticipation when the last clasp was undone, and the garment fell to the floor with a heavy thud.
"You best not fall overboard wearing such a thing. Ye'd meet Davy Jones fer sure."
"Ye talk to much. Shut up and kiss me."
Jack didn't need any more encouragement. His lips meet hers again and fire blazed through him. She was ripping his shirt off he realized. Her strong calloused hands exploring his naked chest as his pinched a soft pink nipple, finding it pierced with a gold loop, Jack gave a tug. She moaned into his mouth and pushed him towards the bed, pausing she blew out the lamp. Now, the only light to be seen came spilling in from the windows, the half moon glowing brightly above the sea. But they didn't need light to see, their hands became their eyes exploring each other, tracing scars, touching dimples, finding those secret spots that could make a man groan, or a woman pant. Long into the morning they shared Jack's bed, each struggling for control till their passion rose to new, and somewhat unexperienced, heights. Each blinding orgasm leading to yet another until, at last, they lay spent, weary, and exausted.
If anyone were to disturb their slumber, they would have found two naked Captains limbs tangled in soft bed sheets. Anne's head lay on Jack's shoulder, her slender hand threaded around a thick dreadlock. Jack's arm lay draped over Anne's belly. And there they remained, sleeping soundly, as the Pearl rocked them like two babe's in a cradle.
((*Author's Note*))
~Well there you have her Anne Bonny. I told you she'd be in this chapter. What do you think of her? I'm dying to know. There's some adventure in the next chapter, but I'm not going to tell you what. You will just have to wait.~
~I've taken some liberties with Anne's character. I have also given her ship the fancy name from "The Ballad of the Pirate Queens" written by Jane Yolen. (A kid's book, but a beautiful poem nonetheless. "The Willian, and every other ship she sailed on had such humdrum names. Too boring for my story. Also, she never was a Captain, at least not in written history. So, I jazzed her up a bit. What's a pirate tale without some exageration? Jack Sparrow is not based on Calico Jack. Jack Sparrow is based on Jack Sparrow. I'd like you all to imagine this story picks up where Anne Bonny's history left off. As it progresses, you might find one or two referances to her past life. If she mentions Calico Jack at all expect me to call him by his given name John Rackam (just to keep faces straight.) For the most part this is loosly based on her and not to be considered in anyway shape or form FACT. It is what it is Historical Fan Fiction. It happens all the time. Horatio Hornblower wasn't real at all and look what he accomplished, getting played by Ioan Gruffudd and all. Okay that's it. Just wanted to clear a few things up.~
* Will walk the plank for comments*
~Thanks for reading~
~This chapter is dedicated to John Rackam, better known as Calico Jack, and his love of loves Anne Bonny~
Here There Be Pirates
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Tortuga
The Black Pearl slipped into Tortuga's docking yard just as the sun was setting. Jack, once again, guided the helm. A few crew members busied themselves preparing to weigh anchor. Several men watched the rough city approach from the deck. All had smiles present on their faces. Jack's, perhaps, was the biggest of them all. As the ship came to a sluggish halt Jack swaggered down from the quarter deck. He paused as the boarding plank was lowered to the pier, then was the first off the ship. Waiting at the bottom for his men to file off the ship. When they were all in place Jack hopped up on a near by barrel to make an announcement.
"Men! I expect ye' all to return 't the ship in three days time. Tha' should be plenty of time for ye to make merry, 't do plenty of wenching. 'T get wonderfully drunk, and plenty of time 't sober up. I'd tell ye all to behave yer selves, but I won't be, so what's the point. Have fun my men, keep yer ears and eyes open." With that said, Jack hopped from his soapbox and swaggered down the dock, fully prepared to do his fair share of wenching, drinking, gamboling, and what ever else caught his fancy.
As Jack sauntered down a near by street he realized that a particular crew member was hurrying to catch up with him.
"Jack!" Anamaria called. "Wait up, I'll walk wit' ye fer awhile."
Jack smiled and paused for her to catch up, watching a full scale brawl break out in front of the pirate. She merely tripped one of the men giving him a shove out of her way. Walking up to Jack like a cat saunters from the scene of it's last kill she grinned up at him from beneath her hat. "Ye be headin fer the Rusty Nail then?"
"Of course. I always stop by when I be in Tortuga. It's me favorite tavern." They
"It be a hole in the wall." Anamaria spat.
"They're all holes in the wall. And if they ain't then they got holes in the wall, savvy?."
Anamaria smiled and left Jack a few paces from the tavern. Ignoring the prostitutes as she left him there. Off to find her own piece of action. Jack just tugged at his beard, straightened his hat, and entered the bar. The scene inside was little different than the action outside. Jack ducked a pint of ale as is flew passed his head to smashed against the wall. He skirted a fight between to burly sailors. Stepped over an unconscious man lying bleeding on the beer and rum soaked floor, and put his elbow on the bar.
"Well, if'n it ain't the Captain o' the Black Pearl. Jack me' hearty, what'll it be?" The barkeep asked.
"Rum." Jack answered plainly.
A few unengaged heads turned Jacks way at the mention of the Black Pearl, but one in particular caught Jack's shining brown eye. There she was, leaning against the end of the bar. Sandy, sun bleached hair fell from a tricorn in a tangled mess around her shoulders. Those same shoulders were incased in a dark purple frock coat made from fine velvet. A white shirt slightly open in the front gave a plain view of generous cleavage and a tiny purple birthmark on her left breast and a bit of corset. Her black oilskin breaches hugged her sculpted thighs till Jack thought the seams would burst. Black boots reached a little past her knee, and strapped around her small waist was a thick leather belt, dangling from that was a fine cutlass. Jack suspected that hidden under her coat he would find a pistol tucked smartly away, perhaps a knife or two as well. She wore no makeup, she needed none. Her face was lightly tanned from the sun, green eyes sparkled from behind long brown lashes.
"Tha' be Anne Bonny." The barkeep informed him. "A pirate true, she be the Captain o' the Vanity. And ner' a tougher woman there be. She be responsible fer that." The barkeep pointed at the same man Jack had stepped over to get to the bar. "Was a right good show too. Held her own better an many a man."
"Is at right? What'd he try to do?" Jack asked his interest peaked.
"Dumb fool, 'e tried 't buy her I drink."
"Hummm." Jack mussed, still watching the woman pirate. Her attention had turned to downing a tankard of ale, and a thin dribble spilled down her chin. She wiped away the errant stream with the back of her sleeve and slammed the tankard down, seven jeweled rings sparkled on her hand. She smiled and laughed a hearty laugh, even if it was unmistakably feminine. A single gold tooth sparkled in her otherwise perfect smile, an elongated canine that made her look rather devilish.
"Well I can see why he tried. She's definatly a site."
"I would'na let 'er hear ye if I be you. Ye might wind up next t' 'em."
Anne Bonny had been watching Jack out of the corner of her eye ever since she had heard the words 'Black Pearl.' She was also quite aware of him watching her, but then again most men did. If that small frilly man really was the Captain of the Black Pearl then she meant to speak to him. Using her empty pint as an excuse she fairly stalked over to the barkeep, who was still engaged in conversation with Jack. She leaned against the bar and slid her tankard to the barkeep.
"I'll be havin' another ale Smitty." She said looking Jack up and down, Taking everything in. From his bejeweled dreadlocks, to his maroon coat, to the cut of his brown breaches.
"Aye Cap'n." He said as he refilled the clay mug. "This here be Captain Jack Sparrow 'o the Black Pearl. Jack, this be Captain Anne Bonny." As Smitty made the introduction Jack flashed the most charming smile in his entire repertoire of smiles.
"So ye be the one 't sail the Black Pearl. I thought ye'd be taller."
"I was even shorter than I am now, but a hangman's noose stretched me a bit." Jack smiled as she laughed, flashing her tooth again. "I'd be asking ye to join me in a tot of rum love, but I don't want to end up bleedin' on the floor."
She kicked at the man still lying on the floor. "He was a pig. I don't care to much for swine." She spat on him for good measure. "Won't soon be forgettin 'th likes o' me I reckon."
"Who could?" Jack winked, then drained the rum in his glass. He looked at her then square in the eye, and smiled. "Would ye like t' be seein' the Pearl then?
"Aye Cap'n. That I would." She grinned a crooked smile. "I be hearin' all sorts o' tales 'bout yer ship. She must be a piece o' work."
"Give us a bottle o' rum for the road Smitty." Jack commanded. He did as he was told handing Jack a green bottle full of the brown liquid. Jack tossed a handful of coins on the bar, enough to pay for their bill ten times over. "Looks like I bought ye a drink after all." Jack said as they made their way through the drunken rabble of sailors and whores. Anne just laughed her melodious laugh.
They swaggered together side by side swigging from the bottle as Jack lead Anne to the Pearl. When the ship came into sight he proudly pointed her out.
"There she be. Beautiful sight isn't she." Jack said, swaying as if he were on board. "Would ye be liking the grand tour then?"
"Aye." Anne answered gazing upward as they approached.
Jack didn't even offer to help her up the plank. He knew better than to treat this woman as anything other than what she was, an experienced pirate. As they came onboard Jack immediately noticed not all of his crew had gone ashore. Will Turner leaned against the far rail looking out to sea. His melancholy posture, clued Jack in to what was going on.
"Will, what be ye doin' onboard? Where's Duncan?" Jack asked softly.
William nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Jack's voice. He hadn't been expecting anyone to come back aboard so soon. "Captain! I... I let Duncan go ashore." He scratched his head. "I wasn't having any fun in Tortuga, thought I might as well take his watch."
"Ahhh Ha! I see's what's goin' on here. Yer missin' Miss Lizzy. Will here," Jack spoke as he turned on his heal to face Anne, "Is me first mate, carpenter, smithy, and responsible for saving 'ol Jack's neck a few times."
Anne nodded at him. "He don't talk like no pirate I e'r heard."
"That be cos he wasn't raised a pirate. But, pirate blood be flowin' hard through them veins. Be the son of 'ol Boot Strap Bill, he is. Will, this here be Captain Anne Bonny, a fine pirate in her own right, or so I been told."
Will saluted her. "Captain, welcome aboard the Black Pearl." He spoke with respect. Anne laughed once more.
"I heard 'o yer paw. Fine pirate, so they be sayn, shame him goin the way he did." She clapped her hand in a shake with Will, then strolled around the ship marveling at her. "She looks like she's got a new mast?" Anne questioned Jack.
"Aye, that she is. Lost her old one in that storm a few days past. But we fixed her right up. She be as good as new now."
"That gale hit Tortuga as well. The Raven was lucky to be docked. Show me some more."
Jack lead Anne around the deck before heading below into the messs. They bent over to avoid hitting their heads. From the mess Jack lead Anne into the crew's cramped quarters seperated by a bulkhood . Hammocks hung swaying gently as the ship rolled in the harbor.
"Below us is the hold, and under that be the brig. I be thinking, maybe you don't need to see all that." Anne winked as she grinned a crooked grin, showing off her tooth.
"Show me yer cabin then."
"And what would ye be wanting t' see me cabin for?" He asked already leading the way.
Jack's large cabin was located under the quarterdeck, giving substantially more head room than the rest of the ship. Four square paned windows looked out across the shining night water of the Caribbean Sea. A large square table sat under them, maps, charts, navigational gear, pencils, an oil lamp, a spyglass, three small glasses, and a half empty decanter of rum on a sliver tray sat on the table's hard surface. All around her she was surrounded with decadence. A bed covered with a thick mattress and silk sheets the colour of a red Caribbean sunset lay against the left wall pilled high with pillows. To the right a huge map of the West Indies hung in a gold leafed frame. Another gold trimmed oil lamp hung in the center of the room.
Jack had barely lit the center lamp when Anne approached him grinning. Their hands were on each other instantly, pulling at each other's clothes. Anne fairly tore off Jack's coat. As it dropped unceremoniously to the floor their lip's meet for the first time. Anne's were soft and heady like the port she had been drinking, yet an underlying sweetness accompanied them. With every taste Jack wanted more. He was intoxicated with her scent, for it came from the sea. It seemed she was born of the sea, cast up from those murky depths to sail wild with the wind. But there was no wind in the cabin, the only tempest was their passion. Jack tossed her frockcoat aside, then began to unbutton her shirt. A twinkling sight he hadn't quite expected meet him. Anne's corset, which he had only glimpsed before, barely peaking from her shirt, was encrusted with more fine jewels than the Queen of England could possible own, they covered every inch except for a small dark blue border around the top and bottom. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and less precious jewels, amythest, alexandrite, and more and more and more, sparkled under Jack's fingertips. The garment must have been worth a small fortune. Jack's questioning eyes searched Anne's.
"It's bullet proof." She said huskily.
"It must weigh a ton." He whispered, lowering his head to nibble her neck.
"Take it off."
Jack, fingered each clasp. Even they were set with jewels. Anne moaned from anticipation when the last clasp was undone, and the garment fell to the floor with a heavy thud.
"You best not fall overboard wearing such a thing. Ye'd meet Davy Jones fer sure."
"Ye talk to much. Shut up and kiss me."
Jack didn't need any more encouragement. His lips meet hers again and fire blazed through him. She was ripping his shirt off he realized. Her strong calloused hands exploring his naked chest as his pinched a soft pink nipple, finding it pierced with a gold loop, Jack gave a tug. She moaned into his mouth and pushed him towards the bed, pausing she blew out the lamp. Now, the only light to be seen came spilling in from the windows, the half moon glowing brightly above the sea. But they didn't need light to see, their hands became their eyes exploring each other, tracing scars, touching dimples, finding those secret spots that could make a man groan, or a woman pant. Long into the morning they shared Jack's bed, each struggling for control till their passion rose to new, and somewhat unexperienced, heights. Each blinding orgasm leading to yet another until, at last, they lay spent, weary, and exausted.
If anyone were to disturb their slumber, they would have found two naked Captains limbs tangled in soft bed sheets. Anne's head lay on Jack's shoulder, her slender hand threaded around a thick dreadlock. Jack's arm lay draped over Anne's belly. And there they remained, sleeping soundly, as the Pearl rocked them like two babe's in a cradle.
((*Author's Note*))
~Well there you have her Anne Bonny. I told you she'd be in this chapter. What do you think of her? I'm dying to know. There's some adventure in the next chapter, but I'm not going to tell you what. You will just have to wait.~
~I've taken some liberties with Anne's character. I have also given her ship the fancy name from "The Ballad of the Pirate Queens" written by Jane Yolen. (A kid's book, but a beautiful poem nonetheless. "The Willian, and every other ship she sailed on had such humdrum names. Too boring for my story. Also, she never was a Captain, at least not in written history. So, I jazzed her up a bit. What's a pirate tale without some exageration? Jack Sparrow is not based on Calico Jack. Jack Sparrow is based on Jack Sparrow. I'd like you all to imagine this story picks up where Anne Bonny's history left off. As it progresses, you might find one or two referances to her past life. If she mentions Calico Jack at all expect me to call him by his given name John Rackam (just to keep faces straight.) For the most part this is loosly based on her and not to be considered in anyway shape or form FACT. It is what it is Historical Fan Fiction. It happens all the time. Horatio Hornblower wasn't real at all and look what he accomplished, getting played by Ioan Gruffudd and all. Okay that's it. Just wanted to clear a few things up.~
* Will walk the plank for comments*
~Thanks for reading~