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Anne rolls her eyes, looking away from the twat captain (the title grates the nerves in moments like this) for a moment. Her arms cross over her chest without her meaning to, building a wall back up between them. Every two steps forward with this man is somehow also one step back. Shore's only been at their backs a few hours, the wind is good, the sun falling--and he wants to read his crew a fucking BEDTIME STORY.

Are ye going to tuck them in arter? that mean voice in the back of her head asks, laughing hoarsely at the suggestion.

"I didn't sign on for a fucking moppet show," she replies, aware (once again!) that she's in the presence of the madness that comes alongside genius. Not to say that genius was necessarily Bonnet's. "If we're huntin Blackbeard, we're hunting Blackbeard--end of the fucking story. En't time for sitting about doin fuck-all for the hunt."

Listen t’me very, very carefully, ‘cause I’m only saying this the once: I’m. Not. _Doing._ That.

Stede stood in the doorway of the cabin, a book held in his hand. He could hear the crew gathering on the deck and talking to each other, familiar murmurings from their time aboard The Revenge. They knew the routine and it seemed like they had come to anticipate and enjoy it as much as Stede did.

He had politely invited Anne to join them in listening to him read a bed time story and had gotten her hissed rejection of the idea.

"Why not?" he asked, clearly genuinely puzzled by the fact that she didn't want to join in. "Is it the book? This one is about a young woman sent to live in a castle with a terrible beast -- oh, I don't want to give the whole thing away. But I can get another, if you'd prefer?"