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Slipping into the meeting had almost been too easy. One would think that a room full of pirates would notice a woman slipping in, but she supposed that she had Anne Bonny to thank for paving her way. Anne stood posted behind Jack Rackham, the newly self-proclaimed “daddy” of Nassau. She looked around the room at the captains assembled and did her best not to roll her eyes. She was sure they were good pirates, maybe even good men, but they weren’t up to what was coming. Not like her uncle and the man she was doing her absolute best not to watch.
She didn’t come here for them. She came for the principle of it- at least that’s what she told herself. It wasn’t a “fuck you” to her uncle, it wasn’t a twisted sense of duty to a place that shunned her at one word of her uncle’s, and it absolutely definitely most certainly was not because the one man she’d ever loved had a price on his head (the only pirate to have a price on his head apparently) and she would be damned before she would let him die like this. No. She came because civilization came beating on the door with a Woodes Rogers sized battering ram with Eleanor Guthrie at his side and she was ready to watch them burn. The last place where people- not just men- were in charge of their own lives would not fall because some pompous asshole with a traitorous despot at his side showed up with some of the British Navy. Not on her watch.
“If there’s even the slightest doubt in your mind that you would die for this place, get the fuck out.”
All heads turned in her direction. She watched acknowledgement flicker across her uncle’s face followed by stunned… pride? Maybe? She watched recognition pass over his face, followed by some measure of… admiration? Maybe? She watched Jack Rackham’s mouth drop and a smirk cross Anne Bonny’s lips before resuming her trademark scowl.
A couple of the other captains stood up to challenge her. Who was this woman that she thought she could tell them what to do and a whole bunch of other shit that she honestly didn’t have the patience for.
“Silence,” her uncle boomed from his place at the other end of the table.
She pushed off the wall with one foot and stepped forward. “This plan will not work unless everyone here is committed completely to it. So again, if there’s even the slightest doubt in your mind that you would die for this place, get. the. fuck. out.”
“And just who do you think you are?” She was pretty sure that was Captain Lawrence.
She bared her teeth into something resembling the cross between a smirk and a sneer and let the full fire of her being reach her eyes. She lifted the edge of her hat and enunciated slowly, “Alex. But you can call me Captain Teach.”