A/N An important lesson on history! Anne was a real person! Unfortunately, I do not own her or any of the original characters from POTC.
Anne punched the wall of her cell. Hard. It hurt like hell, but she didn't notice. She was all alone now; her companion Mary Reed dead, her good friend Calico Jack hung. The only way she escaped was to plead to the court she was pregnant; well, Mary was, but she certainly wasn't.
The news of Mary's death had just come. And Anne knew she had to get away from here… she had no crew or ship, and even if they hadn't all been hung, they were all sore at her since she attacked them… drunken bastards… British Navy coming and they were too drunk to do shit, leaving all the fighting for Mary and Anne, which is why the two women attacked their own crew. Anne swore sourly to herself. She couldn't remember why she had ever stuck with that bunch of creeps, including Calico Jack.
So now she was stuck in this cell, on Jamaica, no clue what port she was at, just knowing she had to get away. Earlier this week her rich pansy father came and tried to pay for her freedom. But Anne wouldn't take it. William Cormac, the most terrible father in the world, only freeing her to protect his reputation. John Bonny, once her lover, had forsaken her… Anne truly was alone. She was distracted from her thoughts by two navy officers pounding down the steps, holding another unrecognizable pirate by chains. Anne grinned sourly at them.
"Brought me a playmate, I see." She studied the man intently. He grinned at her, which was surprising.
"I'd be glad to take that occupation." He said, tossing a double meaning in. Anne was sure there was one, but couldn't find it.
One of the guards let go of him and fumbled with the keys to the cell door. Anne waited until the door was open to kick the guard in the shins. He drew out his gun, quick as a flash and pointed it at her, wincing in pain. The man in chains observed this.
"Ye didn't really think that would work, did ye?" He asked her, showing that cheeky grin again.
"Of course not." Anne said, turning around and going to the other side of the cell. "Just felt like hurting someone." The two guards hurriedly shoved the man in and then slammed the door shut. Anne quickly moved out of the way as the man stumbled past her, trying to keep his feet. Once he had balance again, he walked over to Anne. Holding out his hand, he said;
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. It's a pleasure to meet such a fine lady as yourself. What your name?"
"It's Anne Bonny. And how would you know it's a pleasure if you hadn't even met me yet?" Anne answered smoothly. Jack grinned.
"I just know these things. So, what're you in for? Stealing, pickpocketing, murder, what?"
"Oh, no." Anne said calmly, moving to sit down. Jack did also. "Piracy of course!" Jack frowned.
"How long have you been in here? Pirates are hung within a day of trial."
Anne shook her head. "No, you see…" She put on a falsely innocent look. "I'm pregnant." She patted her belly softly. Jack started laughing.
"Whatever, lass. If it keeps you alive. But I've got other ways." He stood up and tapped the bars, studying them carefully. This tapped Anne's curiosity, and she stood up next to him.
"You're going to escape? Do you have an idea? I have to get out of here." Jack looked annoyed.
"Well, of course you do. Did you think that I would just escape and leave you in here?"
Anne looked thoughtful. "Do you want to come with me? I take it you are without ship or crew, and I can tell you can hold yer own." Jack asked her. Anne looked at him straight.
"Do you have a drinking problem? Because if you do, I advise you not let me on your ship. I killed my last crew for not helping hold off the British Navy while they were drunk."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "You fought off the British navy all by yourself?" Anne looked at the floor.
"No. My best mate, Mary Reed, helped."
"Where is she?"
"Dead. Pregnancy."
Jack wasn't sure what to say. "I'm sorry."
"Can't change the past, now can we? Not my fault, after all. Loved her like a sister, I did. But everyone dies at some point. It's the risk we take."
Jack shrugged. "For your information, I do have a drinking problem. But it's a risk I'm willing to take." He grinned cheekily.
"In that case, I suppose we have an accord. You spring us from this cell, and I am allowed to come on your ship, be part of your crew, and keep the British Navy off your ship singlehandedly while you're bloody up to your eyebrows in alcohol." She paused, as if trying to think if there was anything else to add. "Sound good?" She stuck out her hand for a handshake.
Jack shook it.
A/N OK! History lesson! Anne Bonny and her crew were captured by the British navy off the coast of Jamaica and hung. Anne and her mate, Mary Reed fought off the british navy while the rest of the crew were drunk, and then when they realized they had lost, turned on their crew and killed and injured many, screaming and yelling like banshees for the crew to come out and 'fight like men.' Mary and Anne were kept alive because they were pregnant. Ok, I'm shutting up now.