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Mary Allamby Bonnet is, in her own humble opinion, nothing more than an ordinary woman.
She got married, had kids, widowed, persued in an art career as a single woman, found a new love.. and then she suddenly wasnt widowed. Not because Doug proposed but because her former, good for nothing Husband decided to show up again and pretend like he hadnt missed more then just a few days of her life, THEIR life. Hell, Louis didnt even remember who he was at the dining Table.
Not only that but he acted like a total douchebag and filled her childrens heads with silly pirate stories once again! He didnt even bring anything of worth back from his 'dangerous journey' but a hardened orange and dirtied clothes.
So no one could blame Mary to have wanted to be a widow once again.. one way or another.
And thats how the ordinary woman, Mary Allamby Bonnet, married and had kids, widowed, persued in an art career, found a new love, suddenly wasnt widowed, tried to kill her.. Husband, talked and gave advice to said Husband, helped to fake his own death, continued her art career with Doug and now found herself opening the door to three rather dangerous and angry looking individuals.
One had short dark hair and was dressed in almost full black leather. A beard and, what seemed like a, permanent frown on his Face. He wasnt perticually tall yet the two other men behind him made up for it.
After a few seconds of them staring at each other and Mary overthinking how she could best close the door and run far far away together with the kids the shorter one spoke up in a rasp voice.
"Mary Bonnet i presume?"
"No sorry, i am not sure of who that is..."
His frown deepened and he looked just a bit past her into the house. Mary quickly followed his gaze and was met with one of her 'the widow Bonnet' papers.
"Yer dont mind if we come in eh?"
She didnt have time to answer as the three pushed past her and spread around the house while she could do nothing but watch in horror and pray for that they dont find Louis or Alma. Suddenly a knock came from the already opened door, she quickly turned around and there stood a fouth man wearing leather. He had long dark Hair with strands of white adoring it, coal marking dark eyebags and what seemed like it was supposed to be a beard.
It wouldve of been quite hilarious if it wasnt for the situation Mary was in.
The man hooked his arm with hers and led her through the house as if he owned it, perplexed and scared she couldnt help but let him do so. Finally they reached the dining room, he pulled out one of the chairs for her to sit down on, and then seated himself at the other end of the Table.
"Mary Bonnet..."
he took a glance around the room, his eyes stopping at a painting of the morning sun.
"I like your art.. 's differnet i guess."
"...Thank you."
He looked back to her, his hands playing around with what seemed like a small dagger.
"What happened to Stede Bonnet."
Mary couldnt help but laugh, then she stopped as she saw the dangerous glint in the Mans eyes, and then she was angry that even now Stede wasnt here anymore he somehow managed to ruin something.
"He died."
"How."
"He got attacked by a large wild cat and then a piano fell on him."
The man hummed and averted his eyes, he somehow looked sad.. angry? Mary wouldve loved to paint him, to put that expression on a canvas and the brutally smash the intruders head with it.
"Why did he come back?"
"Excuse me?"
"What makes you so worthy to come back to!? WHAT DO YOU HAVE THAT I DONT!"
and then everything clicked together.
"YOU are Ed!?"
Now it was the mans turn to look startled, his head snapped back to Mary and he looked fucking angry.
"NO! I AM BLACKBEARD!"
"fucking what, Stede fell in love with Blackbeard!?"
"STEDE IS- what.."
Poor man now went from angry to confused, tears threatening to fall.
"He-, he didnt love me. He left me. And now hes dead."
"But you are Ed right?"
"..Ed died with him. I am Blackbeard."
"Oh shut up, hes not dead."
"He is!"
"No! Stede faked his death and went to find Ed-, You!"
"What.."
"He called it a fuckery! Went to get a fake body and everything!"
The tears were now fully streaming down Edwards face, coal leaving long black lined following their trail. And yet he smiled, it was a sad smile, a hopefull one and one full of regret. He whispered
"called it a fuckery...?"
"Yes, now would you mind?"
"Oh fuck, yeah sorry 'bout that. Fuck. He truly is alive?"
"Yes-"
And before Mary could add anything else Ed had jumped up from the Chair, embedded the dagger into her wooden table and screamed sometthing like Izzy before storming out of the house. Minutes after everyone had left and the door fell shut Mary allowed herself to deflate and shed a few tears of her own.
"Fucking Blackbeard out of all people..."