The year was 1715, and we were on the Revenge. Blackbeard’s tall ship. I watched you, standing at the edge of the ship’s bow, staring down at the water. The only reason why I could think you’d be so interested in the water is because you were looking at dolphins. Swimming and jumping on either side the ship, like they were trying to race it.

You were wearing a red boned kirtle dress. It’s flattering silhouette, tight bodice, and elegant draped skirt allowed your natural beauty to speak for itself while enhancing all of your best assets in all of the right places. It’s not as embellished as some dresses I’ve seen, or adorned with trim. It held a simple respectful beauty that was hard to deny.

When Blackbeard told me how he acquired you, and about the battle terrors you were having, it sounded like you were on a Guineamen ship of some kind, and not the good kind if there ever was one. I continue to watch you, listening to you tell one of the crew that dolphins swimming beside the boat is a sign of good luck. I didn’t know how you knew such things as you suffered from amnesia.

“How do you know that?” I asked you quickly as I stare at you with suspicion. “You go around saying things like you know them, but you can’t tell anyone HOW you know them. You have to start remembering or start lying, so people start believing you and don’t think you’re fucking crazy.”

Murmuring under my breath, I run my hand over my face in frustration as I try to get my temper under control. All I wanted to do was protect you, so no one would take advantage of you.

“What I mean is,” I begin slowly and calmly with my hand raised towards you. “It wouldn’t fucking kill you if you said you read it in a book now would it?” I glare at you trying to keep my anger out of my tone. “No one will fucking care. Most of the crew can’t even read, and even if they did,” I sigh as I feel my temper turning it’s nasty head. “They don’t have the attention span to read a damn book.”