My Encounter With A Female Pirate

The year is 1732. I recently boarded a ship of pirates off the coast of tortuga as a powder monkey. I look around and everyone looks exactly as I expect. Scruffy, hardened, unhygienic men that enjoy killing more than an old woman enjoys knitting. There's this one..pirate, however that I'm unsure of. The fellow behaves like a man, but his feminine features strike some odd questions in my mind. He fights like a man. He walks like a man. He even talks like a man and duels like a bloody lunatic; however, I'm become suspicious of "him". There are rumors he may not even be a "he" at all.

In spite of the rumors, I think most of the crewmen here know better than to question her. If it's a "her", by damned she makes a great "him". I think the other crewmen here share the same sentiment. It doesn't much matter what the fellow has going on her pantaloons as long as he remains as fierce as he's made himself out to be.

Saw her get in a duel with one of the crewmembers aboard this very ship. It was a dispute over who drank the last of her precious whiskey. It was a big fellow she was fighting. I'd say about 6 feet and a quarter, easily. Strong as well. I didn't expect her to hold her ground, but she did that and more. That man is no longer among the living, instead he's in Davy Jones locker. She may not be a "him", but I'll be damned if she's not one of the terrifying pirates I've ever met in my life. She may not be a true man, but she's a man in my book. A damned scary one.