Women who behave rarely make history.

[toxicadia]

Aye, it this story is about none other than my dear Anne Bonny.

It is un edited and just a draft, so here we go with chapter number one.

Enjoy me maties!!

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Chapter two - And so she drunk.

Get out.” He said, his lowered voice quivering. He thrust an aged finger towards the dark, wooden door.
Anne’s bright eyes flickered dangerously between his outstretched hand and his stern, unmovable face.

“I won’t come back.” She said, her sentence sounding more like a question.
He didn’t move, nor did he say a word.

Anne took a step back, sweeping her tear filled eyes across her small house for the last time. She took one final look at her Father’s hurt face and marched out the door, holding her head high.
As the raindrops cascaded onto her head, she felt as if she wanted to die. Although she wanted to break down, she would not let herself. She would not give her Father the satisfaction of knowing she was hurt.
Throughout her entire life, Anne had been exposed to Women she perceived to be vulnerable, needy and weak. Her Father always wondered exactly where Anne had gotten her ill tempered, fiery personality. He deemed it ‘inappropriate’ and ‘unladylike’, which only pushed Anne further. She swore, she scowled, and she spoke her mind ever since she had learnt how too.
Even though she was abandoned by her Mother at a young age, Anne still idolized her immensely. She saw it as the only raw, admirable and independent act that any women around her town had done. Secretly, Anne imagined her Mother to be like that of how she was, imagined her attitude to be like that of her Mother’s. She smiled to herself, feeling her Mother’s presence within.

As she walked through the wet lanes of Charlestown, Carolina, she held her arms high above her head, feeling the rain cascade down them and onto her shoulders. She outstretched them, tilting her proud chin upwards, opening her mouth ever so slightly.
A man’s figure that had grown familiar to her approached.

“How did it go?” He asked from the shadows, taking his fiancé’s hand.

“As well as it could of.” Anne replied stubbornly.

“Did he approve?” the man asked.

“Nay.” Anne replied, taking a step forward. He dropped her hand.

“What is to happen to your plantation then? Once he has passed? Who is to take over?” He asked her, his voice coated with a thin line of anger.

“Does it matter?” Anne challenged, locking her brown eyes onto his. They forced him out of the shadows, revealing his stature. His dark brown skin was barely visible in the night, his black hair saluting the moon. His eyes were of a natural colour, giving off a warm feeling in contrast to his furrowed, thick brows. He shook his head.

The pair walked on, Anne’s wet gingerly locks sticking to her face. A light shone in the distance, and Anne recognised it, as she had walked this path many a time. James Bonny, the man she was now betrothed too, lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of Charlestown, surrounded by a messy little garden. She held her head high, he kept his down. His plan had run amok.
Anne, feeling the tension and not liking it, took the control she was so good at taking.
Taking his hand, she put it around her side, letting it rest on her now developing hips. James looked away. A flicker of anger returned to Anne’s emotions, and she threw his hand back down.

“What is it James? Is it not all going how you planned? Tell me James, now.” Anne said fiercely.

“No, it’s fine. Nothing Anne. Keep walking.” He replied, his voice quiet.
At the command from a man, Anne stopped dead in her tracks, ****ing one eyebrow in disbelief.
James, however, kept walking. Anne let out an angst sigh, to which James spun around.

“I demand you tell me this instance James Bonny, for if you don’t I shall refuse to marry you.” Anne said, putting her fisted hands onto her hips.

“Anne, will you forget it? Nothing is wrong, I just wished to have your Father’s blessing.” James lied. At age 32, he had had quite a good amount of experience in lying. He had made his small fortune in pirating, just along the coasts of North Carolina with a small crew. They would attack fishermen and small boats, plundering them for anything worth a penny. However, on marrying Anne, he had hoped for more, provided from her wealthy father.

Anne folded her arms and continued walking to his cottage – Her new home. She let the feeling of anger stay a while. She liked it.

James opened the door to his cottage, letting Anne go in first. She looked around, seeing a few of her clothes lying on the ground. Already, she felt as if her love for James was fleeting. His cottage had no walls separating the bed from the kitchen. Everything had been pushed into the one room, with the washroom outside.

“We must be up at an early hour tomorrow, as the priest is coming to say the holy words. Do you have your dress?” James asked, trying to cover up his disappointment.

Anne flipped at the word Priest. She hated being told what is right and what is wrong. She preferred to set the rules herself.

“My evening attire will suffice.” She replied, holding up a bag of crumpled clothes she had brought.

He nodded and poured himself a cup of rum, and Anne a cup of milk. As he handed it to her, she looked from the milk to the rum, and proceeded to grab his. He pulled it away, knowing full well Anne needed nothing more to fuel her anger.

“You’re barely sixteen Anne.” He said, sipping his slowly.

“But you’re marrying me.” She replied hotly.

“Aye. Goodnight, Anne.” He replied, finishing his rum, getting into his bed, and switching off the light.

And so, Anne sat, glowing hotly in the darkness. Her milk was warming in her hands, as James started snoring. She felt as if she could get out if it still – Yet she didn’t want to. Something kept her to him. Love, she thought. And so the milk cooled.
Anne had always believed in love, in the true essence of it. Any man that was unlucky enough to hurt her, she had hurt right back. When she was ten years of age, her neighbour had kissed another girl. Unknowingly, he had ripped Anne’s heart out. She predominately marched to his house, knocked on the door, and on him answering – Punched him in the stomach. The boy fell, curved at the doorstep, not having a clue what had just happened.
She was certain she had found the true essence with James, as they had been seeing each other for at least 4 months before he discussed marriage with her. He had always been interested in her Father’s plantation, and the money he made from it. James had worked there for a few years, watching Anne grow up.
Love, she thought. And so she smiled, and so she drunk.

Putting her empty cup into the washbowl, she crawled into bed next to James, putting her warm hand around his stomach. She was sure she felt him straighten.


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There we go lol. Truth be told, I have two first chapters. The one is the one above, and the other is the one I am about to post.

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Chapter one – Women who behave rarely make history.

The waves grew around her, crashing wildly at her feet. The thunderclouds cracked open, spilling their thick raindrops on the sandy shore.

“Mary! You need to come in, it’s going to get worse!” Her Mother yelled from the house, the howling wind running away with her voice.

Ignoring her, Mary took another step into the grey sea, shutting her eyes. She felt the waves getting stronger and stronger, felt her linen dress soaking it up.

“Mary,” her mother repeated, “I know about these things, come inside the house at once!”

Mary opened her eyes, glancing back towards the house. She turned on her heel, kicking up the soggy sand. As she ran towards it, lighting soared behind her, splintering in the ocean. She ran inside, her wet dress clinging tightly to her thin legs. The dark brown curls that usually framed her face beautifully were now drenched and upset, creating a clashing contrast with her hazel eyes.

“Mother, when did you become so boring?” Mary asked jokingly.

“It’s instinct.” She replied, smiling.

Mary sat down in the wooden kitchen chair, taking the cup of cocoa her Mother handed her as she sat opposite. Her fiery red hair strongly matched that of her fiery red personality. Anne Bonny, the woman Pirate legend sipped her cocoa, wondering why her daughter tended to always stare at her.

“What now?” She asked, her mingled accent of American and British becoming evident.

“Tell me more. Tell me more about Jack. Just once more” Mary replied, swirling her hot cocoa.


“All right. Jack. Well, what can I say? He was Jack. Calico Jack, some called him. Jack Rackham, or Captain Jack, as I knew him. He stole your Mother away from her boring life and her boring men and brought her to the wild seas. I remember the first time I saw him. I was in a pub, having some rum with Pierre, when I saw a man with long black hair coming in, a sly smile on his face. His Captain’s hat hid his eyes, and I longed to see them. It made me angry that I couldn’t, so I took it out on a wench who was looking at him the same way I was. She never came into that pub again. I lost track of Jack when I finished with her, I couldn’t see him anywhere. Suddenly there was a huge uproar, and I see Jack holding a chair in his hands, over someone on the ground. That’s when I thought, that’s my type of man. Better yet, a Pirate man. I rushed over to get my in on the brawl, when he looks directly at me, stopped in his tracks he did! I saw his eyes, they looked at me they did. Dark, almost black eyes, with a scar beneath his right one. Made a woman’s heart melt on the spot. Not mine though, I was too tough for that, he would have to work harder than just looking at me. But it was lovely. So he looked at me, and he lowered the chair. Not to stop the fight, not for him, but for me. He put it down in front of him, in front of the fight, and beckoned me with his big hands to sit in it. I accepted and continued watching the fight, this time with better seats. He sure fought well with his fists, I remember that. Never saw him pull a sword or a gun though, that’s for sure. Little did I know then that that would be he and my downfall? Bloody men. Anyway, ever since that night at the pub, we couldn’t leave each other alone. Jack was a charmer, a real lady’s man. Brought me little treasures every time he visited. Only when James was out though. I tell you, he wasn’t too happy about Jack, James wasn’t. I never should of gotten married, that’s the only mistake I’ve ever made in my life. So Jack and I met each other in secret whenever we could. James got ever so frustrated and upset about it, he eventually turned against anything Pirate and even started turning our Pirate friends into Governor Woodes. Hell did that make me angry. How dare he, just because I was getting bored with him, that was no reason to turn everyone in. One day he saw Jack and I together at the pub, so he went and turned Jack in, told Governor. After that, I never spoke to him ever again. Bloody men. Jack and I decided to run away, we commandeered a ship together, got together a crew and set sail. She wasn’t the best ship, but she was a fast one. The fastest of her time she was. 3 years together, Jack and I had. But I tell you; it was the best 3 years of my life. Nothing can beat that, freedom. Nothing. Having every sea ahead of you, and all you have to decide is what to do with your spare time. Except when some mongrels want to steal your ship. Stupid idea when your facing Anne and Jack, stupid idea. One night we decided to stop in at Port Hatter, where we pillaged and plundered any part of the city we could get our hands on. We even picked us up a few prisoners, one being a particularly interesting one. Do you know who I’m talking about?” Anne asked, looking her daughter straight in the eye.

“Mary Mum, Mary Read. The one you named me after!” She replied excitedly. She loved hearing about her Mother’s stories, her travels as a Pirate.

“Right. Mary Read. She did the same as me you know. Dressed as a boy to get acceptance from the crew. You know, she never did tell me why she chose a life of Piracy. So one day as Mary was undressing, I walked into her cabin, on accident of course. She revealed her identity to me and I told her how I did the same. Acceptance, love. It’s all about respect. And freedom. Freedom.. After that, Mary and I became close friends. When we fought together, we won. Every time. Jack got incredibly jealous, and asked me constantly about why this ‘man’ and I were so close. I refused to reveal Mary’s identity, until he threatened to make her walk the plank. Luckily though, she had already earnt the crews respect as a Pirate, and they didn’t care about whether she was a man or a woman. Once Jack found out, he didn’t care anymore, and accepted Mary for who she was. Hell, that Jack, he had me wrapped around his finger, that bloody charmer. Then he lost it. I hated him for what he did. The coward.” Anne said, banging her cocoa cup on the table.

“What Mother, tell me, tell me again what he did.” Mary asked, moving her body closer.

“We had just raided a notorious Spanish ship, filled with treasures that’d make a woman happy for the rest of her life. The men were all celebrating with rum, as they do, when Mary and I saw a ship on the horizon. And not just any ship. A ship with clean white sails and a British flag. They were on the hunt for us, I knew it. We ran into the helm of the ship, and yelled at the booze bags to stop drinking and prepare the ship for battle. They refused, and drunkenly promised they’d prepare it for an escape. This was a smarter solution as a small few of our men were worn out from the looting during the day. We ran back up and relaxed, enjoying a small bottle of rum between us. We noticed that we were not escaping, but in fact that the Navy ship was gaining on us. We slammed our bottle down and ran back into the hull. To our horror the drunk men were sitting in the exact same spot as we had left them, with Jack handing around more bottles of rum. At this point we were furious, as we could hear the Navy ship crew preparing to board. Mary and I fled back to the deck with as many weapons as we could find. A few of the Navy crew had already boarded our ship, and were waiting for the rest. ‘Is this it?!’ one of them laughed, pointing his sword at Mary and I. I stamped my foot on the ground, and yelled at the men below to bloody hurry up. They refused. By this time, the entire navy crew had boarded our ship. They stood there, in front of Mary and I, with swords pointed and guns ****ed. Our hearts pounding out of our chests, we yelled for the men to fight. They still refused, they still hid below.”
“Even Jack?!” Mary interrupted.
“Even Jack. I hated him; I hated the man from that moment on. He was the meaning of coward. So there was nothing to do for Mary and I, except to fight. Fight for our honour and our cowardly men. We lunged ourselves into the Navy men, about 20 of them there were. We fought ands killed a good 15 of them, leaving 5. We thought we had it, we thought we had won, just us two. Then, to our utmost shock, another 20 stepped off the Navy ship and onto ours. They grabbed us, and tied a big fat ugly rope around the both of us. Then they ran downstairs and into the helm. They brought out our entire crew, led by Jack. I never forgot that look he gave me. It was a mixture between sorrow, love, confusion and drunkenness. Bloody coward.” Anne said, filling her voice with emotion as she whispered the last 2 words.
“And then what?” Mary pushed.
“Then the Navy men took us with them, sailed us to the nearest Navy port. We all stood trial, and all of us got charged with the act of Piracy. And never once did I talk to Jack. Mary and I were lucky though, we pleaded our bellies. Our bellies with babies. Never found out who fathered Mary’s baby, but Jack was obviously your Father. While the men were sentenced to hang a few days later, Mary and I were granted an extension, until our Children were born. Days after the trial, I remember being in the crowd at Jack’s execution. I then yelled the only words I ever said to him. ‘I’m sorry to see you here Jack, but if you had fought like a man then you needn’t be hung like a DOG!’ The crowd all turned to me, wondering what I meant. Just as Jack tried to speak back to me, the hangman pulled the lever, and Jack was gone. Gone, just like that. I kept my eyes locked with his the entire time. The guards then took me away and back to my cell. It was different without Jack in my life. I missed him, I missed him terribly, but no man that is a coward is worth my love. Weeks after the trial, I lost Mary. She died in jail from a high fever, and took her baby with her. So they say anyway. I never got to see her. They let me go to her funeral though, to say goodbye. They just buried her, no nice ceremony. Just a grave and a gravestone. So back to my cell they took me. For 3 more months I waited in there. When I was asleep one night, a loud crashing noise woke me up. I turned to my barred window in shock, and saw none other but James there, with a horse behind him. He told me he was coming to rescue me, and with that, he broke me out of jail. I didn’t say anything to him, not one word. Early in the morning, once he had said goodnight to me, I ran away from his house. I took the horse, rode him to the dock and hid on a ship. By this time, my belly was at the largest it could get, you were on your way out. Luckily, the ships 1st stop happened to be here, and only a little while after the pains started. So off I jumped, and I crawled onto this beach. And I gave birth to you Mary, right there.” Anne said quietly, pointing out the window at the wet, rainy beach.
“Mother.. Have you ever wanted to go back to Piracy?” Mary asked her Mother, equally as quiet.
“Sometimes, I think. What I do know is that I’ve never regretted anything I did in my life, except getting married. Nothing else. I misbehaved everyday of my life, I broke the law everyday of my life. But I believe that woman who behave rarely make history.” Anne finished, her voice worn out.


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Lol there we go, my first chapters that are both number one lol .
The one is obviously Anne at the begining, the second is her talking to her daughter. I orignially had it as her talking to her daughter as chapter one, then the other one as chapter two - like a flashback, and so her story begins.

Anyway, let me know what you think!!

<3
Toxicadia
(Anne McRackham)