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And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 6And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 6 by IAmAnaFoxy
My mum used to say I could charm the birds off the trees.
And that’s exactly what I am counting on standing in front of the newly renovated shack piercing the newly painted red door with impatient look and waiting for its newly build-up handle to be pulled from inside.
But it is plain to witness that this particularly bird has a huge distinction from all the others of her kind. To be precise she has always been out of the typical kind. And in that world where all the lasses belonged to the group whether of doves, whether of swans, whether of martins (and the most desperate to the type of vultures), this particularly one would be a genuine eagle. Or a hawk. Or a kite. To put it short, she belongs to the kind of birds that never find their place sitting on a tree and waiting for the most handsome man in the world to charm them off.
Aye – to this kind of birds Mary Read belonged.
It feels like I’ve knocked on the door the ages ago and th
And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 5And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 5 by IAmAnaFoxy
I’m standing behind the counter of the Inagua’s tavern looking at the ship sailing into the haven – past rocks protecting the island from unwanted attention and towards the pier – to drop anchor. To moor. For two months I haven’t seen this ship and thought I probably never would. But there she is – the black flag is flapping above the white sails and the bird figure on the bow is as if looking busily – like a landlord observing what changes did the island gained since the last time he’s been here.
He came back.
And I am standing behind the counter of the tavern. Yes, I really am, it’s not a silly joke I’d make after losing in some stupid bet. But…why?
It is a long story.
It has all started when I finally found out I wasn’t sick with some deadly and contagious disease. In fact I was pregnant. And I still am. I realized it when my month bleeds didn’t come again, for the second time alre
And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 4And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 4 by IAmAnaFoxy
The Matters of Faith
September passed. The whole month passed since we were marooned on that island and even though back then I wished for salvation so badly now I feel that I even miss those days. Why?
I wouldn’t think of it.
The present is what counts and my every day I start with this thought sending any sad feeling to wait or better to for fuck’s sake vanish at all.
At the highest speed we had been sailing to meet Roberts, rushed forward as the time pressed to hasten knot by knot till Ade had to stop my mania telling me if there be one more knot our Jackdaw would just crack. And even so, to my relieve, we reached the destination just in time, on that very night our plan was to be carried out. Hardly we’ve taken breath back before I commanded men to set sails again and we came into the misty night winding the narrow way with sharp rocks surrounding Jackdaw on both sides testing my skills of steering as just one slight mistake was needed to damage my lass
And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 3And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 3 by IAmAnaFoxy
Drunk and Feeling Fine
I utter and put down some coin on the counter. The bartender frowns at me with clear aversion on his face – nothing surprising. In his eyes I’m a woman who forgot her place – wearing men clothes, walking like a woman and talking like a man, fighting and killing. And drinking like a lord the third night in a row.
All four weeks after we got out of the island I’ve been taking it fine. I carried my quartermaster duties as if nothing happened, behaving in my usual manner. Everything went back into the usual routine – we were hunting for Spanish vessels profiting on their payloads and silently pillaging plantations. Once I was surprised with a sudden unplanned bleeding I had – it lasted only a day and after talking to Anne who had the same problem we decided that maybe we ate something bad back on the island or stress was the reason. Probably that was the only unusual event during our sailing. Like alway
AC: S16 Escape the MemoriesEar pressed against the door, Clay listened intently for any sound from the room outside. The only sound he could hear, however, was the buzz of silence broken occasionally by his own breath. Still, he remained frozen. He would only receive one chance. For that he needed to be absolutely positive that the connecting room was unoccupied. After five more agonizing minutes, his impatience outweighed his need for caution. He unlocked his door with a security card he had lifted off one of the animus technicians who had come to repair the machine earlier that day.AC: S16 Escape the Memories by snipingqueen
At the first crack of freedom, Clay exhaled and stepped into the lab. He only gave the animus a passing glance as he jogged for the main door. He knew that if he even saw the machine now; he might lose all sense of who he was again. Once more he paused at the obstacle in his path but did not hesitate as long as the first.&
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