Queen Teuta (also Queen Tefta) of Issa, was an Illyrian queen and regent who reigned approximately from 231 BCE to 228 BCE.
Awilda Daughter of a 5th century Scandinavian king; possibly legendary rather than historical.
Ææthelflææd (872/879 - 918)
Joanna of Flanders (c. 1295 - September 1374)
Jeanne de Clisson (1300 - 1359)
Gráinne Ní Mháille (c. 1530 - c. 1603), also known as Granuaile or Gráinne Mhaol, known in English as Grace O'Malley
Charlotte de Berry (1636 - Unknown)
Jacquotte Delahaye, AKA Back From the Dead Red (17thC)
Anne Dieu-le-Veut (born ca 1650)
Mary Read (c.1690 - 1721)
Ingela Gathenhielm (11 September 1692 - 29 April 1729)
Anne Bonny (March 8, 1700 - possibly April 25, 1782)
Eric Cobham (c. 1700 - 1760 or after) was a pirate in the early 18th century who with his wife, Maria Lindsey operated in the Gulf of St. Lawrence from their Newfoundland base.
Flora Burn (ca 17?? - 17??)
Rachel Wall (c.1760 - October 8, 1789)
Charlotte Badger (b 1778 - d in or after 1816) is widely considered to be the first Australian female pirate despite her being from Bromsgrove, Worcestershire, England. She was also one of the first two white female settlers in New Zealand.
Ching Shih (c. 1785 - 1844)
Charlton Street Gang
One of the earliest river pirate gangs raiding small cargo ships in the
North River of New York Harbor during post-Civil War period of the
1860s. With the well protected ocean liners and major shipping vessels
reserved for the Manhattan Westside dockyards however, the gang began
to raid merchant shipping upriver.
Under the leadership of Sadie the Goat, the gang stole a sloop in 1869
and soon began raiding merchant shipping and raiding homes along the
Hudson River from the Harlem River as far as Poughkeepsie and Albany,
New York. Flying the flag of the Jolly Roger, the gang was extremely
successful soon becoming known for kidnapping wealthy men, women, and
children for ransom.
Lai Choi San (Mountain of Wealth) was a 20th century Chinese pirate. She was the most powerful and well-known female pirate leader in Chinese history, rivaled perhaps only by Cheng I Sao of the previous century, commanding a fleet of some 12 junks in the area of Macao and the South China Sea during the 1920s and 30s.
Also: Women in piracy
Pirate-y goodness, arrr. Here be some of the grreatest worrks of lit'rachur, ye scurvy landlubberz! Arrrr!
"Falling in love is a risky business
But loving a pirate princess
who can hang you at any moment
is plain suicide"
He likes being her Cabin Boy: check out her leather outfit and high boots!
snicker snicker
"Um, actually madame doesn't require a titty-lift. Perhaps some of the older ladies of your tribe...?"
"She could outfight, outlove any man in her crew!"
Heh heh heh heh
Another spamming scumbucket has struck, ironically spamming my last post about a spammer. Thanks, Vox. You're so cool.
A Vox user by name of fghty, which has no public blog posts, has left me stupid spammy comments. If I even wanted a "designer handbag," I sure as hell wouldn't buy from a spammer.
There is no way to report spam that I can see, and I already know what happens when you ask Vox a question: nothing.
Wings
The Fall
Day by day
The moon gains on me.
Day by day
The moon gains on me.
Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.
HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
An academic kneaded his chin,
sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust could not burn them up.
Recruited some gremlins
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.
But when I got back
The place I made the purchase no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.
Day by day
The moon came towards me.
By such things
The moon came towards me.
So now I sleep in ditches
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.
Wings
