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Anne started on the high seas as a cabin boy. Wait . . . Yup, I said boy.
See, Anne lived at a time when traders roamed the seas to faraway lands in search not only for new spices and other riches, but to prove themselves. One of these young men by the name of Thomas signed onto a merchant ship bound for Southern water. Thomas had a love, whose name was Anne, and Anne had a father who believed Thomas would never be strong enough or wealthy enough to take care of his daughter, Anne.
So one morning, when the sky was still bruised from twilight, Thomas set off. His Bonny Lass was at the docks, in tears, waving goodbye.
Anne would get reports far and few between from other sailors and merchants whom had crossed paths with Thomas. Once or twice, word from Thomas was accompanied with a letter addressed to his sweetheart, Anne Bonny. He always ended his epistle with the lines from a song that would lull him to sleep on those lonely nights at sea, “The captain, he cried, tarry-o; Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o.”
This is where the story takes a turn for the worse.
Soon the only words from the seas she received was of war and pirates. Anne feared for her love, Thomas’ life. Her only thought was to find her love. She chopped her hair and put on the garments of a cabin boy. That day she was hired aboard a vessel. The next years were rough for Anne. While none learned of her secret, she hopped from ship, and eventually captained her own. She crisscrossed the longitudes and latitudes of the globe’s oceans. All to find her true love.
And not until she landed on the island of Tortuga, she found what she had searched for over the years. Thomas had been confined in a cell for his service to the Spanish. Actually, he was only working on a Spanish merchant ship at the time of his capture, but those that raised the black flag payed no mind to particulars.
Anne paid his ransom and set sail to return home on the Northern Shore. It was not until they were deep in their return, and Thomas had regained strength that Anne revealed herself. Thomas, in gratitude and amazement, held himself to Anne and whispered in her ear, “The captain, he cried, tarry-o, Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o.”
Thomas and Anne did marry, but instead of returning to shore, remained on the high seas, carving out a life of adventure and riches.
The scent of Anne Bonny is an evocative blend of West Indies Bay essential oil, dark rum, black tea and lime. Anne Bonny is a timeless scent.