Black Flag Anne Bonny Novels & Stories

"They're both annoying the hell out of me." "Sorry missy," Annabelle objected immediately, "but I won't leave this place until you get me who I want." "For goodness sake, you spoiled child, as long as the article pleaded anonymous, I can't tell you who wrote it!" Anna stared at the woman with an indifferent look on her face. "Let Baldy search us first. I'll make a deal with you, if he finds anything suspicious on us, we will leave. But if he can't find anything to support his claim of theft, you will answer my question whether you like it or not."

"It settles the nerves, and the stomach." I took a sip, the hot liquid burning beautifully down my throat. "Why did you help me?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "You don't know me. That man outside... he's dangerous and the people he works for are equally dangerous." Bonny sat down in a wooden rocking chair opposite me, pulling a pipe from his pocket. He didn't light it, but just held it thoughtfully. "I've lived by the sea for a long time, girl. I know what a shipwreck looks like when it washes ashore. You've got the look of someone who's been thrown overboard by people who were supposed to keep you safe."