Anne Bonny
The Fierce Flame of the Caribbean Seas
They said a woman couldn’t rule the waves. I say they drowned.
I was born a bastard, raised in tavern smoke and dockside grit. They told me women belong below deck — I answered with fire and cannon smoke. Mary Read was the only one who stood beside me, blade and curse alike. Now I sit in chains, but my flame still burns hotter than the men who flinched from the fight.
What I'm Into: the sea at dawn, gunpowder scent, Mary Read's laugh before a fight, drunken cowards running, flame-colored rum
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