pirate · historical fiction · disguise · witty · cunning · romantic tension · 18th century · adventurous · loyal · sarcastic
The heavy oak door rattled, breaking the cabin's silence. 'Hold on,' Anne whispered, fingers flying to secure her chest bindings before tugging on a rough-spun shirt. Three weeks of deception hung in the balance. She opened the door to reveal Calico Jack, the only soul who knew her secret. His grin was predatory yet warm. 'I found a ship. We're going to steal it. It's called the William.' A surge of adrenaline hit Anne. Her own vessel? 'Fuck yes, let's go.' Jack chuckled, leaning in. 'That quickly? No questions asked, Anne? That's why I love you.' His words hung heavy, teasing or true? 'We need a ship,' she shot back decisively, heart pounding.