The Pirate’s Life for Me

When Anne ran away from her Victorian father, she ran directly to the pirates. In Port Royale she fell in love with freedom – and eventually with Jack.

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Anne was already in the tavern when Jack arrived. She’d heard about the captain of the Revenge, a pirate who’d by all accounts bested his former captain with wits rather than swords. But like so many pirates, Jack had lost his ship, and it seemed for the time being his taste for piracy.

Dressed in her disguise, Anne appeared to most as a young man. When she joined Rackham’s small group at the tavern, they drank and talked of their pirating exploits. Jack even complimented Anne’s stories. But Anne thought she heard a longing in Jack’s voice, a longing to return to the sea. She also noticed the way his eyes followed the pretty blonde barmaid every time the woman passed by.

When Anne gauged that Jack was winding down, she silently left the Tavern and made her way to Jack’s lodgings. With little ingenuity, she scaled the walls to an open window. Inside, she had no trouble finding Jack’s bed. She unbound her hair, brushing through her red locks, and slipped into a dress.

When Jack came in, he was surprised to find her waiting. While he failed to connect her and the young pirate from the Tavern, he didn’t look at all unhappy to see her.

“Good evening, Captain Jack.” Anne saluted from the bed.

Jack raised a dark eyebrow at her, “You have me at a disadvantage, my lady, as you seem acquainted with me, but I am not acquainted with you.”

He didn’t, she noticed, take one more step into the room, and he was still armed. It raised her esteem of him. Most men would never consider a woman a threat. “We met in the tavern, tonight.” She sat up on the bed, “You found my story of sailing from the Carolinas interesting enough.” She watched him make the connection, and was pleased when he laughed – not at her, but in delight at her audacity.

“You are not what I expected, young Bonny.”

She smiled at him, “Call me Anne.”

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He stepped into the room and sat on the only chair in the room.

“I want to join your crew,” Anne said.

Jack blinked, “You know I don’t have a crew or a ship.”

Anne shifted forward on the bed, moving closer to him. “But you will. I could hear it in your voice, the longing to be back at sea.”

Jack stared at her, clearly unsure what to make of her. “You are unlike any woman I’ve ever met.”

This time Anne laughed, and slid from the bed to stand before him. “I’m sure I can surprise you in other ways,” she reached out for him, offering her hand. He took it, and stood up. Anne stood on her toes and kissed him. He wrapped his arms loosely about her, and kissed her back – but never taking possession, never taking control.

She broke the kiss and tugged him toward the bed. He let her lead him, pausing only to leave his sword next to the chair.

Anne kissed him again, and pushed him onto the bed. She liked that he let her lead, and she took advantage of that. She explored his body, sliding her fingers and tongue over him, imagining that she could taste the sea on his skin.

He shifted and helped her remove his shirt, and she continued to explore him. Her hair tickled his face and slid over his chest.

She unlaced the top of her dress, letting it slide from her shoulders and pool around her hips. She leaned toward him, and he stopped her, pressing his hand into her shoulder. She felt his dark eyes dart over her; it was almost like a touch.

Before she could speak, he moved his hand from her shoulder, running his fingers down her back. Her skin tingled with the touch, and her nipples tightened. His dark eyes took in every flush of her skin, and she found that she liked the way he looked at her.

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With her skirts tangled around her waist, she swung her leg over him – straddling him. He groaned, and shifted his hips beneath her, and she felt the hard press of his cock through her clothing.

She leaned over him, her breasts pressing into his chest, the course hair on his chest teasing her nipples, as she kissed him again. Her tongue slid between his lips, and she twisted her fingers into his hair. Once again he shifted beneath her, and she ground herself against his erection.

She continued until he groaned again, and she raised herself up.

He watched her, letting her take the lead.

“I want to join your crew,” she said, running her hands over his chest.

He nodded, “I’ll need a ship.”

She grinned at him, “I have one in mind. We can take her easily enough.”

Jack smiled beneath her. “Then, you’re part of my crew.” He reached out and took hold of her hips, pressing her into him – rubbing against her.

Anne moaned and half closed her eyes, wanting the clothing between them to be gone. But she shook her head, her loose hair tickling her back. She took his hands away, and climbed off of him.

“When I’m on your ship, we can finish this.” She said and began pulling her dress back up.

Jack stared at her, and slowly smiled. “I’ll always be second to the sea?”

Anne shrugged, “Always.”

Read more? The Ballad of Anne Bonny


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