InsaneJournal

Current mood:	thirsty
Entry tags:	anne bonny, calico jack, mary read

Who: Mary Read, open to Jack and Anne
What: Hello again
When: Tuesday night
Where: Their home
Warnings: Ghosts, possible language


While the rest of the country was crawling its way out of the depths of winter, the Keys, as they tended to do, remained largely untouched. Mary thoroughly enjoyed the fact that they seemed to live in year-round summer, and she had taken full advantage of that fact, and spent most of the day swimming.

When the sun began to set, she'd gathered up her things and headed inside, wrapping a towel around her hair and pulling on an over-sized T-shirt. She ambled into the kitchen for some water, but something about the way the shadows played on the wall made her pause. She turned to look, rubbing at her eyes in case she was seeing things. But no, the shadow over there was definitely darker. And even as she watched, it pulled itself away from the wall, features becoming clearer, though still soft and a bit out of focus.

"André-Jozef," she breathed, suddenly tense, but not really afraid. Her first love, her brave soldier husband. She'd mourned him for a long while after he'd died, both the loss of him, and the life that might have been. She still wouldn't have traded how things had turned out for anything, but that didn't mean she didn't still think of him from time to time.

He smiled at her, and he looked exactly like he had when they'd first met, and she'd fallen hard for him. "My little firebrand," he said in Flemish, looking her up and down. "Well this is a surprise. You live, and I am seen again."

"It's a very long story," Mary sighed, shoving her hands through her hair. She poured herself some rum instead of the water she'd come in for originally, it seemed like a better idea.

"I've got time," he said, laughing slightly. "After all, the dead have nothing else."