Hacksaw

Hacksaw

Name:	Hacksaw
Location:	The Andromeda
Rank:	Quarter Gunner
Guilds:	None
Step Name:	Not revealed

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Biography

Here is the story of Mary Margaret O’Brien and how I came to the Wolfsbane. How the crew came to The Crimson Storm is a tale already told in another place. I was born Mary Margaret Flannery on my homestead in Clare County Ireland. I was taught my letters by the son of my liege, a noble by the name of Andrew Kensworthy I bullied the poor boy until he taught me to read and write. I showed him the fine art of hunting conies and skinning them for the pot in trade. I believe I got the better end of that deal.

I was married in the parish in the year of our Lord, on second thought, if you know the year I was married you can cipher the age I am now. And I shall hold onto that knowledge. I bore Seamus O’Brien four sons, all who met their untimely end in the same skirmish that took their father. And so I lived for two and twenty months as the widow of a successful and thrifty farmer. I was courted by more than one who thought they could control my fortunes, but they were fools and I passed them to fools that were more desperate than I.

Then one fateful night in December of the second year of my mourning, I wandered into the Stoatshead Pub, as was my wont on a Friday night. There I met the most charming man I have ever known-- a golden haired Scotsman named Bretton McDougall and there, after my fifth pint, I gave my heart and ultimately my fortune to a man who squandered my coin on drink and fast living without a second thought. I, who could see a fool coming at me, failed to see the one coming from within me. It was a glorious time, but it passed, and when I had no more to give, he announced his intention to leave County Clare and return to the sea.

For Bretton McDougall was a pirate, though he was also a man of learning and medicine. During our time in County Clare he courted me with words and books and stories, and showed me the arts of healing that he had gleaned from his years on the road and at sea. Now when he took his leave, I suppose I should have been left heartbroken and destitute, but I have never been one to accept the things I didn’t like.

I simply threw my belongings into a parcel and followed him out the door. He argued for the first twenty miles or so, but after a time he recognized that me wasn’t going to leave and he agreed to take me with him. We found work on the Wolfsbane with Captain Morgan. McDougall worked as the surgeon and I became Bretton’s assistant when I wasn’t loading powder into the cannons. When the cannon fire took his head, two years past I inherited his post. I became known as Hacksaw by the younger members of the crew because of the sound I make in the back of my throat, when I must remove flesh that has become gangrenous. So that is my story. And because I learned to read and write all those years ago as a girl I can put this in my own words, with my own hand and if you were fortunate enough to learn your letters you can read it and draw your own opinions.