Bonny Lass

 

I thrive upon the open water. With freedom and fury, the violence inside me unleashed. Sword and pistol held steady. Stealing treasures of gold and those of blood. I fight with lethal force, kill without mercy.

Yet I ask mercy for the parasite in my belly. Fools give it. And I live. The child won’t.

After birth, I return to sea without regret.

A different name. They still know me. Breasts I will not hide, hair like flame. They respect me. Fear me. Know they will wake with an axe in their drunken skull should they cross me.

 

 

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

December 2, 2015 prompt: PirateIn 99 words (no more, no less) write a pirate story. It can be about pirates or piracy; modern or of yore. Swashbuckling, parrots and rum can be involved or maybe you’ll invent details beyond standard pirates.

 

 * No, Anne Bonny was not Scottish. She was Irish (American) but I took liberty with the title. Because it’s my blog. And it was fun. 

 

Sarah Brentyn Reef 99 Words - sig

 

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