"My name is Jacky Faber and in London I was born, but no, I wasn't born with that name. Well, the Faber part, yes, the Jacky part, no, but they call me Jacky now and it's fine with me. They also call me Jack-o and Jock and the Jackeroe, too, and aye, it's true I've been called Bloody Jack a few times, but that wasn't all my fault. Mostly though, they just call me Jacky."
"The men are putting the cutlasses back in the rack. They look at me walking up, the pistol still in my hand and the blood on me face and arms and hands and on me clothes gettin' all stiff and turnin' brown, and I sees them as if all twinkly and jerky and slow. Real slow. Bloody Jack, I hears someone mutter."
-From Bloody Jack, Being an Account of the Curious Adventures of Mary "Jacky" Faber, Ship's Boy by LA Meyer