The Worst Day of My Life 1718

Today, my husband, James Bonny has died. Or at least the man I loved has died. He has become an informant for Governor Woodes Rogers. Instead of robbing at the high seas with our pirating friends, attacking ships, he has decided to turn them into justice. How could he? Being a pirate is the only the best profession in the world! We pirates all have a fair vote in what we will plunder and who the captain is to be. Piracy evens the playing field, making the rich less rich and the poor less poor. The poor being us. And it works! We are rich! What has happened to my love? How can he forget what piracy stands for? How can he do this to me? I must face the facts: He is no longer the man I married. I am a widow. However, perhaps I will not be one for long. Calico Jack has spent quite a bit of time with me, and I quite enjoy his company. Perhaps he would make a fine husband. Though compared with the spineless sloop that James has become, a talking monkey might look good.