I’m thinking, again, about the women who became pirates. In the times they lived, there were so few choices for women. It was becoming subject to marriage or becoming subject to the church as a nun or becoming subject to a madam as a prostitute. It was a world of submission – and the only choice was who you chose to submit to.
But a pirate is subject to no one. Not even the country where they were born. A pirate is outside the structure. A pirate is such an outsider, there are no rules – and in that lawlessness, might come freedom. Women who became pirates knew what they did, I’d wager.