Hair tied low, with mischief in her smile, dressed in man’s clothes, she told me of her life. England born, regretfully a girl for if she’d been a boy a coffer she’d have earned. And just like me, they dressed her as a ’Tom’. She ran off to sea first chance she got. She worked many schooners, she joined the cavalry, she clad from man to woman, whatever made her free. And when we met, I felt a sudden union. She taught me a lot, reminded me to laugh, and she was my love right next to Jack. Her name was
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