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In the past several months she had developed a great appetite for 
being pleasured.

Eventhough the red headed seaman had been her only lover, he had been 
a constant one.

Her future appeared dismal. In desperation her mind created sexual 
fantasies where Sean of the de Iberville was the central character 
with abilities that approached those of a Greek god. 

She played with the idea of marriage with her sailor, and vowed to 
entice him into a proposal.

The captains of both vessels had agreed to provide an escort for the 
two girls. 

At Jerry's prompting she, Jack, and Scott would accompany them to New 
Orleans.

The Swan Louie would proceed to France, the Seagull would transport a 
cargo to Jamaica, and Jack was to seek working passage as a crewman on 
a vessel traveling from New Orleans to Port Royal.

Doctor Radliffe had decided to return to Tortuga, and offered to 
replace Jack as a crewman on the Seagull.

------------------------

Things were a bit dull for Ann as the first days merged into the 
second week.

Several times black men entered the village escorted by none Indian 
men. They were always received with courtesy, and were not treated as 
disrespectfully as Jacques or Arcadia had been.

Usually within two days the newcomers would disappear. Ann inquired 
and was told they had moved further south, along the Kissimmee, deeper 
into the Everglades. The run-a-way slaves would be safer there. Few 
whites ever visited that area, and the few who did were escorted 
guests.

Duplicity was the keyword in describing the relations between the Army 
and the Seminoles. Neither trusted the other, but neither felt 
compelled to escalate the relationship to the status of war.

The white man's government condoned slavery, while the Seminoles did 
not. 

The Indians felt justified in protecting those men from the north who 
sought their sanctuary.

Underlying that policy was the often repeated message delivered by 
their ancestor Acuera to de Soto almost a century before:

"To me you are professional vagabonds who wander from place to place, 
gaining your livelihood by robbing, sacking, and murdering people who 
have given you no offense. 

"I want no manner of friendship or peace with people such as you ... I 
am a king in my land and it is unnecessary for me to become the 
subject of a person who has no more vassals than I. I regard those men 
as vile and contemptible who subject themselves to the yoke of someone 
else when they can live as free men ... I and all my people have vowed 
to die a hundred deaths to maintain the freedom of our land."

-------------------------

The destruction of the Bloody Cutlass had ended the King's scrutiny of 
his new world colonies. The pressure was off of his governors, and 
army officers.  Any interest in Indian affairs became more a matter of 
local ego.

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Both Scott and Jack were unhappy with their lack of privacy onboard 
the Seagull, so they were looking forward to the journey to New 
Orleans.

Eventhough all of the crew knew they were lovers that did not stop the 
men from being turned on when the two were making love.

On more than one occasion they had finished their trip up the mountain 
only to discover that they had had an audience; an audience that 
wanted some of the same.

Jack had always been on good terms with his mates, but recently Jose 
had become a downright pain in the ass.

Unlike the others who only wanted to get off with either Scott or 
Jerry, Jose was demanding some of the same from Jack.

With Scott and Jerry it was a necessity; either "eat" or perish.

Jacks only sexual interest was Scott. After all they were lovers.

Jerry, on the otherhand had no problems dinning. Her appetite had been 
increasing; she couldn't seem to be able to get her fill. And, like a 
woman, she was thinking ahead. She wondered if Jack could supply both 
of their needs on the weeks journey. Of course there was always the 
opportunity of encountering fast food along the trail.

For almost a week they sought to purchase horses, but found them in 
short supply. When the day of departure finally arrived they had 
acquired only three mounts. 

After much conversation it was decided that the ghosts would double up 
with Jack and Lucy. If they remained de-materialized it would conserve 
their need for Ectoplasm. Also, there might be extra security in 
having two "hidden" members in their party.

The fact that Scott and Jerry must be naked while being invisible had 
only one draw back, and that was in the transition of re-
materializing. There were always a few minutes when they were totally 
bare.

--------------------------

Jacques had come to terms with "Arnie" on the matter of the fee paid 
to the Indians. Rumors came from the fort that the Major was not 
convinced of the total loss of the crew from the Cutlass and was 
planning a search deep into the 'Glades.

It was time for them to head west.

Skatdow had been teasing Arcadia about the fun to be had some three 
days ride from the village. Pensacola was a uninhibited place. 
Indians, run-a-way slaves, and army deserters sought its pleasures of 
booze, Whores, and gambling.

Chipacasi had taken a liking to his guests. Arne was a brave youth 
worthy of respect. Skatdow had been pleased by the attention given to 
him by Arcadia, which also pleased the chief. 

He smiled to himself remembering the sounds of pleasure that emanated 
from the closed tepee of the old woman. Even the Frenchman had not 
limited the exercise of his assigned task.

The horses that were given to the three were the best the tribe had to 
offer.

Their brother from the fort had brought clothing suitable for the 
journey. But Arcadia had chosen to be dressed as a Seminole. His deer 
skin loin cloth was a great temptation to Jacques; and that pleased 
the youth.

The Indians had an eye for bright colors. Skatdow had given him a snow 
white animal tail to be slung across the shoulder and a belt to hold 
his knife woven from strings of soft deer skin, dyed red and blue.

The white fur contrasted beautifully with Arcadia's dark skin. He 
looked so much like an Indian brave that the heart of the chief 
embraced him as though he were his own son.

Skatdow volunteered to guide them west beyond the edge of Seminole 
territory.

They departed just as the sun lightened the night sky. The boy and the 
Indian rode abreast. The white tail bounced on the back of his 
shoulders, and the Loin Cloth did little to hide the firm buttocks of 
either.

Jacques and Arnie followed behind in a single line.

Occasionally Arcadia would slow his pace, and drop behind to chat with 
the Frenchman, trying to bridge the developing gap. Jacques and the 
boy were still partners. Skatdow would be gone before sunset.

In reality both were somewhat jealous of the other. The cook had "gone 
beyond the call of duty", in keeping the squaw happy. And the boy's 
attachment to Skatdow and been obvious to all.
 
For awhile the pseudo Indian had toyed with the idea of staying with 
the tribe. But Skatdow's description of Pensacola, and their plans to 
start their own inn in New Orleans had forced him to abandon the 
dream. If the Spanish Major discovered him, it would be the hangman's 
noose. Also the Frenchman had been good to the lad. No. The future 
would be brighter once they reached the safety of New Orleans.

His feeling of belonging was a false one born of his appearance and 
acceptance by Chipacasi and his tribesman. But deep down inside he 
would always wonder what it would have been like to have had a wild 
Indian as his lover.

The ride was full of wonder as the terrain changed from saw grass, and 
swamp water. The ground became more solid, the air smelled less of the 
swamp.

More and different birds appeared, and the small wild life became more 
abundant.

The sky was beginning to darken when Skatdow found a spot devoid of 
undergrowth. He announced that they would make camp for the night, 
then in the morning he would return to his village. Just ahead, less 
than a half mile was the trail heading west toward Pensacola.

They ate sparsely of dried meat and vegetables from a supply brought 
by the Indian. Then took turns at watch while the others slept.

At daybreak they were awakened by Skatdow. He would leave them to 
return to his village.

The others still ached from sleeping on the hard ground, and delayed 
their departure 'til their guide had left them.

Still in the guise of an Indian Arcadia led the way, following the 
well marked trail north west.

As they rode the terrain changed less. The trail was free of under and 
over growth. It was obviously well used. Yet during the course of the 
day they encountered no one.

Before sunset they found a clearing through which a small stream 
flowed. The horses were watered and tied to a tree in a grassy area.

They ate lightly of dried meat, fruit, and vegetables supplied by the 
Seminoles. Again they took turns at watch while the other two slept.

Tomorrow evening they should reach Pensacola. Even Arnie was looking 
forward to that.

She had always been an early morning person and was up before the 
others. Life at sea had taught her that indeed the early bird got the 
worm.

She scrounged through their saddle bags till she found the small tin 
pot the Frenchman had used to brew tea. But they had used the last of 
that last night.

Looking around she saw several tall stands of grass. It was dark green 
in color, and she decided to try brewing that.

Using some dried grass and a few pieces of broken tree branches she 
finally had a small fire going. 

She filled the pot with fresh stream water, and set it on a stone in 
the center of the fire. 

As she washed the freshly picked grass she laughed to herself; she was 
acting like a woman.

Surprisingly the grass was quite aromatic. She allowed it to steep in 
the hot water till it was the color of good English Tea. 

It was while she was thus occupied that three riders on horseback came 
into sight from the east.

She was surprised; they were teenagers; two females and one boy.

The girls had been giggling about something, but abruptly stopped when 
they spotted the clearing and its occupants.

"Jacques get your arse up. We's got company."

Arcadia stirred first, an eye squinting in her direction. Then he too 
spotted the visitors. Quickly he turned to the Frenchman and shook him 
by the shoulder. "Jacques.. Jacques we got visitors. Wake up."

What the newcomers saw, was a young man stirring a pot. An Indian 
being awakened, and the cook from the Bloody Cutlass.

At first no one recognized Jacques. His hair was much longer, and his 
clothes were not that of a seaman. Also his skin had tanned deeply.

There was something familiar about the white youth at the pot. But no 
one could put a name or place to him.

"What are you brewing? That smell's awful good. Mind if we rest a bit 
before going on," Jack asked.

"Tea from that wild grass. Where you folks a heading?" Arnie 
recognized the new visitor. He was the one Mary had had her way with 
onboard the Revenge. She told herself to be very careful. None of the 
ex-pirates could afford to be found out.

Lucy spoke first, "Home to New Orleans."

Then Jack interjected, "Hoping to be in Pensacola before night fall, 
then tomorrow we will continue west."

Unseen Jerry whispered in Lucy's ear. "Don't tell them too much. We 
shouldn't trust anyone; specially strangers we find along the trail."

Jerry should have told that to Scott as his counseling to Jack was 
just the opposite, "Find out if they are heading west, and if they 
wants company. Safety in numbers, ya know."

Thus, it became a party of eight: Two girls, one Indian, one teenage 
white boy, an older white man, a woman disguised as a young man, and 
two ghosts. But the ghosts remained a secret.

Long before they reached Pensacola the pairing up of the members of 
the party became obvious; or at least obvious to the newcomers. The 
pairs were: The Frenchman and the Indian, Lucy and Jerry, Jack and 
Scotty. Interestingly this left Arnie and Julie as the unmatched 
singles ... and she was beginning to have lustful thoughts about him.

It was to Arnie's dismay that Julie began to flirt with him/her.

Where the trail was wide enough they would ride two abreast, but 
mostly it was in single file.

As an "Indian" Arcadia led the way, really getting into the part he 
was playing. It was funny watching the newcomers react toward him. He 
would a bet that had he let out a blood curdling holler they would 
have scattered like a bunch of scared chickens.

He noticed that the horse faced wench kept trying to squeeze in 
alongside of Arnie. All the signs were there, he was sure Arnie would 
be a fucken her tonight if they camped out on the trail again.

The sun had set, but the sky was still quite bright; dusk. Ahead they 
could see lights in the distance. That must be Pensacola. The town, if 
you could call it that, lay on both sides of the trail.

Soon the sounds of drunks, gamblers, and rowdy men reached their ears, 
then totally submerged their conversation.

The buildings were little more than an assemblage of huts similar to 
the Seminole tepee's; A roof supported by poles. Woven, but rolled up 
curtains were the only walls. Some of the huts were equipped with what 
might be called beds. Some were open walled whore houses. They could 
see naked men fucking naked women, all within the view of the next hut 
which served as a bar. There the beds had been replaced by two long 
counters separated by a narrow aisle. On the street side stood the 
customers. The casks of drink sat on the opposite counter. Many of the 
men drank their booze while watching the action in the whore house. 
The many obvious boners suggested these drinkers would be the next lot 
to lay the whores.

Further down the street were more of the bed huts, only an occasional 
fuck was going on in those. Jacques guessed, correctly, that these 
served as hotels.

Arnie and Arcadia displayed the most interest in what the town had to 
offer. Booze and wenching were not foreign to her. She had played the 
man's roll too many time in the past to be either surprised or 
uncomfortable.

The tales that Skatdow had told Arcadia had the youth in a randy 
state. So while the others made arrangements for food and shelter he 
and Arnie strode into the bar hut, ordered a flagon of ale, and 
watched the show.

The boy was getting strange and unfriendly looks from the 
predominately white crowd. Then he noticed another bar hut across the 
street, in which most of its customers were either black or Indians. A 
drunk further down the bar shouted, "Indians and dog's ain't welcome 
here. Join your own kind, or we will fuck you and save the cost of a 
whore."

Arnie grasped the boy by the arm and escorted him across the street. 
But now the antagonism was directed toward her.

She suggested they turn in, but Arcadia wanted to drink, gamble, and 
fuck. So she left him warning that they would be departing early in 
the morning.

She walked down the dirt road in an exaggerated swagger, being more 
masculine than any male would have been.

A woman's scream reached her ears as she approached one of the huts. 
The curtains were rolled down, and it sounded like one of their girls.

She stepped through the corner of the curtain, and there was Julie, on 
the bed. A man who was at least 200 pounds and 6 foot tall stood in 
front of her, holding the night gown he had ripped from her body. He 
had open his pants and his dick stuck out ready to fuck any hole he 
could find.

Arnie grabbed a chair and crashed it down on the man's head. It 
splintered but did not stop him. He turned toward his attacker, and 
grabbed for the musket at his waist, but his preparation to fuck Julie 
had shifted the weapon, and he missed. In that extra moment she took 
the broken leg of the chair, and jammed its jagged edges into the 
man's groin. He howled, and cursed. When he moved toward Arnie his 
weapon slid to the ground. They both dove for it, and they hit head to 
head, knocking the weapon out of their reach. It was then that she 
played the ace card that she had played three times before. She ripped 
open her shirt displaying her breasts. The man gawked at the woman 
before him. That momentary gawk was all Anne needed. She slid across 
the floor on her side, grabbing the gun, and fired it as her assailant 
flung himself at her. The blast caught him in the groin; he was now a  
dying eunuch.

Jack and the Frenchman were the first to enter, followed by Lucy. 
Julie was hysterical, and Arnie tried to calm everyone explaining what 
had happened.

Oddly no one else came to investigate.

Pensacola was a man's pleasure place. The only women were the ones who 
served those pleasures.

The only Law was the law of the gun's held by the owners of the huts.
 
Jacques said he'd better find Arcadia. "Best they hit the trail right 
away."

By midnight the six horses, one Frenchman, one pseudo Indian, one make 
believe man, Lucy, a still frightened Julie, Jack, and two ghosts 
quietly, but hurriedly left the roaring hubbub of Pensacola.

There was a quarter moon which lit the trail.

The cooling air calmed them down, and they continued riding 'til 
almost four in the morning. 

They found a place to camp, and settled down. Julie put her bed roll 
next to Arnie's, and Arcadia thought to himself, "I knows she gonna 
get some dick tonight."

They slept soundly, but both Jacques and Arcadia experienced very real 
wet dreams. Neither spoke of it, attributing it to Pensacola.

Upon awakening they discovered Arnie, his horse, and bedroll were 
gone.

During the night she had examined the events of the past year. Every 
time she had been in trouble it had been heaped upon her through those 
she had chosen to live with. Jack Rackham had almost put a noose 
around her neck. 

The idea that Captain Frank had had was a damned good one. Alone, with 
a good horse, she could do well as a land pirate. 

She scribbled a note in the earth, saying she had decided to try it on 
her own.

Other than Julie, no one seemed concerned. Jacques and Arcadia had 
felt she was an interloper. 

Only Julie knew that Arnie was not a man, and Jerry had not made the 
connection.

Three days later the group arrived in New Orleans.

The two girls bade a tearful goodbye, as Jack, Arcadia, and Jacques 
continued into town.

Jacques and Arcadia began one of New Orleans most successful eateries. 
We can not tell you which one, but it has been around for more than 
200 years.

Anne Bonney continued to hide her sexual identity, but consciously 
refused to set a pattern, seeking to become just another outlaw, not 
someone with a posted price upon there head.

The boy child she had given birth to, migrated north into the new 
colonies, eventually spawning a boy child by the name of Benjamin. Who 
in turn had a child who he named Barnabas. It is widely held that 
Barnabas was the name of Billy the Kid's genetic father.

If so, then the early killing of Billy the Kid at the age of only 21 
underlines some truth in the old saying about children paying for the 
sins of their fathers.

Billy the Kid's legal name was Henry McCarty, and he was born in New 
York City on 17 September 1859, a little more than one hundred years 
after Anne had become a land pirate. His father died shortly 
thereafter, and the family then moved to near Wichita, Kansas. He was 
in Kansas by 1870. Three years later his mother married William Antrim 
in Santa Fe, New Mexico on the first of March, 1873. After this 
marriage the boy was called "Billy Antrim." A few years later the 
Antrims moved to the mining town of Silver City, New Mexico, where the 
boy acquired a reputation for wildness. He had inherited that same 
taste for the spice of risk and adventure. He, however, did not kill 
anyone in Silver City, as it was rumored.

Still itching to strike it rich, Billy and his stepfather finally 
decided to go to Arizona ... to the recently discovered silver 
deposits in a place that was called "Globe City." They arrived there 
about 1876, and it was in Globe that Billy actually ran afoul of the 
law for a serious offense: stealing horses. Apparently, he also 
rustled cattle. He was rowdy and often involved in gambling and 
similar nefarious pursuits. Again there is a great similarity between 
he and Anne Bonney.

In August 1877 Billy was at Fort Grant. The Kid was tormented in a bar 
there by another rowdy, by the name of Frank Cahill. The Kid did not 
take kindly to the razzing, and so he shot and killed Cahill. The Kid 
was captured and jailed, but he escaped and went to Lincoln County, 
New Mexico. That incident has a lot in common with Anne's defense of 
Julie in Pensacola.

For awhile the Kid rambled around the Ruidoso Valley and was then 
employed by John H. Tunstall. It was Tunstall that was responsible to 
a great extent for the famous "Lincoln County War" in which the Kid 
played a principal part. 

Billy had taken great personal offense to the killing of his mentor. 
And vowed to take revenge. Could it be that Billy had also inherited 
the bi-sexual traits of his ancestor?

There were many violent incidents in which the Kid was involved and, 
finally, he was captured. He escaped this capture also, but was 
eventually shot down by Sheriff Pat Garrett on 14 July 1881 in Fort 
Sumner, New Mexico. Unlike Anne, he did pay for his crime. Not by 
hanging, but by being ambushed by someone whom he knew and trusted.

Lucy and Julie were welcomed home. Eventually both girls married, but 
they had a bond of secrecy that remained untold for the remainder of 
their lives. They had both tasted of woman love. They both knew that 
ghosts were not something to fear.

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