Finally Back In New Providence And It Feels Like The Mud Here Is Trying To Get Her Stuck. It Sucks At

Finally back in New Providence and it feels like the mud here is trying to get her stuck. It sucks at her heels every time she moves, like a grim metaphor for what being back on this island is doing for her health. The Republic of Pirates felt like the only safe port left in the storm of her life, but maybe she’d been wrong on that count. Anne’s been wrong an awful lot lately.

It doesn’t take a well-trained eye to pick apart the afternoon bar flies and find them wanting. It does, however, take guts to approach the meanest of them and drop on in, no warning, no greeting, no invitation. It should warrant a piss off at the nicest, but Anne says nothing, eyeing the stranger up. Sharp. Hungry. Not for food, necessarily; she shared the same spark in her eyes that Anne had sometimes felt in hers.

It’s lunacy to sit here trading stories with a stranger, especially when said stranger’s saddled with an English accent. But there’s something comforting in playing the mad bitch again.

“My husband abandoned me on a foreign coast with little more than the clothes on my back and my name t’make a living on. I don’t know if ye’d call that running away from so much as being run away from.” Half-truths suit her just fine in almost all regards. She expects far less honesty in the answer she’ll receive, even as she asks for it. “Why, what’re you running from?”

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❛ ❛ there is a marked difference between running towards & running from . chasing & fleeing . ❜ ❜ it's something helena prides herself upon ; being able to tell them apart . knowing when one's own shadow is their deepest fear , or when their heart yearns for something so DESPERATELY that they would perish thricefold on the journey just to find fulfillment . ❛ ❛ what past are you running from to have ended up here ? i'll tell you mine , if it sweetens the pot . ❜ ❜ [ as much as you are willing to share , of course ( ... ) it would do you little good to go around frightening the locals with the truth . ]

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I don’t know what the fuck to think of him. By rights, I should be dead. Stowed aboard, challenged his authority—all while already halfway to death, mind—to say nothing of breaking his nose…anyone else would’ve told me to catch their bullet with my teeth, and there he is debating how long to wait before untying me. He knows enough about me to know my father, and worse, he knows Andy even existed. Even without the details, that’s pretty damming.

I’m impressed—gobsmacked, more like—but somehow I doubt he’d care much if that factors in. Sort of a given when you’re in his position, ain’t it?

…more. for the fun of it.

He’s going to goddamn ruin me if I’m not careful about this. You’d reaaaaallyyyyy think I would’ve learned by now that falling for pirates doesn’t end well, but here we are. It’s fine. I keep a lid on this, and it’s fine. It goes away. Eventually I can make eye contact and breathe at the same time. I lucked out his face is so messed up. Gives me a plausible reason to be caught staring. And…not even close to staring. Just don’t think about him. And don’t get caught alone with him. That way I don’t say anything stupid and I stay aboard in an officer’s position. Try not to imagine other positions to get caught in. Oooooh, this is going to be a problem.

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The things I would do to get at that man’s cock….