#threads: mary

[whorunwithwolves]

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@blacksailsandredhair

Mary was feeling light-headed from all the rum they had consumed. It was nice to have this time ashore with Anne without the rest of the crew or Jack’s insistent babbling. It was a rarity to have just a night at the tavern alone, just the two of them, and she was enjoying it thoroughly.

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head back drunkenly to look Anne fully in the eyes when she heard her start to speak. She snorted slightly at Anne’s invitation to tell her to fuck off - as if she wouldn’t tell Anne anything she asked of her. She closed her eyes as her head drifted slightly from side to side lazily in her inebriated state. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes again. The side of her lip quirked slightly as she made a small grunt of indignation.

She took another swig of rum before locking eyes with Anne. “I’ve never known anything else really.” She shrugged. “My mother dressed me as a boy my entire life. Hell I thought I was one until I was about seven.” She laughed loudly. “But yer right - it was hard as hell sometimes. Especially in the navy and on pirate ships. You know it’s hard as fuck to have even a modicum of privacy on a ship.” She shook her head, dropping it slightly as she thought about all the close calls she had had, though rare, that would have cost her her livelihood and possibly her life. “Trust me th’ Army was no treat either. Barracks aren’t exactly the most private place in the world either.”

[whorunwithwolves]

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@pir8tedaddy

Mary’s grin dropped slightly as she looked at the giant man seated before her. She snorted slightly and shook her head. “Yeah, Mary Read. It’s a party mate, you don’t have to be so bloody formal.” She let out a laugh. She recognized the man from some of Charles’ pictures. “Let me guess, you’re Mr. Teach then.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

[whorunwithwolves]

Mary walked away from the tavern barely hiding a look of contempt for the pardon she had just been forced to take. Though in reality it didn’t much matter to her, after all the pirate of record was in fact Mark Read, and so she would continue on as herself even though it would be harder for her now. Though the pirates of Nassau had shown that they were somewhat amenable to women on their crews with Anne Bonny being so well known and respected. Or feared. She smirked. It was the same thing in her eyes.

Still, this was egregious in her eyes. Nassau belonged to the pirates, not the crown, and now that she was free to be herself she would fight tooth and nail to reclaim it. She freed herself of her alias which was both strange and liberating as she had spent most of her life as Mark and so little of her time as Mary, and made her way down the street - she knew that there were others who refused to submit to England’s rule and she would find them. It wasn’t long before she spied a familiar figure with blazing red hair skulking through the street, avoiding the commotion at the city square.

Her eyes followed her for a little while before following her. Once they were away from the crowd Mary approached the rapidly moving Anne. She wasn’t sure what to say, only to be prepared for Anne to draw on her. 

“Need a hand?”

@blacksailsandredhair

[whorunwithwolves]

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@calltothesea

Mary snorted. She assumed that was true of everyone at some point in their lives, but the point was that she wasn’t going to let it happen to her ever again. That had been the whole point of abandoning the life of a law abiding sailor for one of a pirate. She let out a laugh.

“That may have been true in the past, But if they value their life they won’t bloody try it.”

[fionali]

closed starter for @marygwan​

She wouldn’t exactly categorize their relationship as close, but it didn’t mean that she didn’t know how to grease wheels (so to speak) and get things moving when the time was right. Standing there, face to face with Mary, she realized she was poised on the ball of her right foot with literally nothing to offer on tap, and instead launched into a stream of consciousness, “When was the last time any of us did anything that made us feel particularly alive? And on top of that, when’s the last time that anything you created got used for something purposeful and not just to sit, middling, in some back cache of ideas for some company to try and make into a global craze... Mary, I just want us to all DO something again.”

[whorunwithwolves]

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@blacksailsandredhair

“I’m taking you home.” Anne sighed, stepping over to Mary as she waited to see if Mary was going to cooperate and stand, or whether Anne was going to have to scoop her up and carry her back to their place over her shoulder.

“Why the fuck were you out drinking by yourself anyway? Something piss you off?” Anne inquired as she waited to see if Mary was going to move. Normally Anne would be the first to volunteer to join the other woman if she felt the need for a night out to blow off some steam, but for some reason that Anne had not noticed Mary hadn’t come to her on this occasion, leaving the redhead to trail through her usual haunts in search of her.

Mary grunted as Anne spoke, taking a long pull off her beer. “Why bother? I’ll just end up back ‘ere in a few ‘ours anyway.” She was well aware that she was slurring her words right now, but the bar had closed hours ago - she would say that she was surprised that Anne had found her here, but that would be a lie.

She shook her head and drained the rest of the beer, tossing the can behind the bar. “You wouldn’t understand.” She turned to face Anne, giving her a drunken smile. Anne’s presence always made her smile which is why she left without her - this was something that didn’t concern her at all. She was angry and didn’t need, no, didn’t want the distraction. She probably needed it.

She looked up at Anne from her slumped position on the stool. “Is this when you tell me we’re going home?” She raised an eyebrow. “But the alcohol lives here.” She sloppily waved an arm at the bar.”

[whorunwithwolves]

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@blacksailsandredhair

Mary let out a loud, exasperated sigh. “For fucking going along with him, again.”

Mary was usually fine with letting Jack make the plans - he was Captain after all, but sometimes his ideas put them at a higher risk then she was comfortable with. Especially when the reward did not justify it. Mary was far from ignorant to battle plans: she had spent over half her life in the military after all. She may not be the boat’s tactician, but she was damned if they were going to rush into unnecessary harm.

“You know how I feel about this plan.”