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“ Probably not. “ She grins, her arms folding on her chest. “ That’s probably Jack’s fault. Just ‘cause we’re lasses. “ She replies quietly, nudging Anne’s shoulder. “ About time we make ourselves HEARD. “ She’s not being serious, but for once Anne is in a playful mood. “ Then what logic do you follow, Bonny lass ? “
See you on the other side. --- ALWAYS.
jack rackham by alex && anne bonny by tori
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Many years had gone past, since the last time Jack Sparrow had been in Nassau. So many years he figured little were the people that would even remember him or his name by now. Not that it mattered... the last time he was here, he had not been welcomed with open arms now had he? Taking over the port had been both ambicious and foolish of him, it almost killed him - even if according to legend, he had taken over the port without firing a single shot.
How people came up with these stories he’d never know.
But he was here again, and as predicted, it seemed no one recognized him, or at least would not bother crossing his way. When he reached the tavern, the story was slightly different. Some people looked, other’s gossiped to their mate across their tables, and one in particular was just staring at him. The long red hair was obvious under the hat, and her curiousity did not go unnoticed. He decided to join her after getting himself a pint of rum.
- Did no one told you that staring is rude?