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thekittyfaceblog · 2 years
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You and me in Davey Jones locker rn
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witchthewriter · 1 year
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(𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    
Warnings: Mentions of Davy Jones’ locker, death, violence and piracy (yay!)
a/n: message me/comment if you want to be tagged in any of my posts x 
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      
🌿ENTP 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Sagittarius Rising  
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:  
How’s It Gonna End by Tom Waits
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  
・It wasn’t easy being with Jack, then again, it wouldn’t have been easy being with you either - 
・Over the years you had gotten into a flow - knowing each other’s quirks, your wants and desires; vices and virtues. 
・When other people are around you - that’s when it isn’t easy. Because all they see is two people on a whole other planet - you have inside jokes, lingo, a way of communicating that others can’t comprehend quick enough
・And when Jack gets attention from others ... you have to admit, you do get a little jealous. Okay, a lot jealous. 
・Especially when he’s around women, he can’t help but flirt back. And it’s taken a while for him to learn to cut it out
・Captain Jack Sparrow has always been known for his extravagance, his over-the-top nature. And you’re known for your chaos, your unruly nature; and of  course your clumsiness. 
・But somehow your clumsiness is always connected to luck. Knocking something over will somehow lead to a distraction where you’re able to escape later on. 
・You found each other in your youth. Constantly rescuing each other by chance - destiny always found a way for you to run into each other 
・The stories you could tell! 
・The amount of times you’ve pulled each other from the brink are countless
・Where one went, the other was always soon to follow
・You have no idea how many times you both faced the gallows
・They didn’t seem all that frightening now 
・You loved the Black Pearl just as much as Jack. You saw her as your freedom.
・When Jack was pulled from your world into Davy Jones’ locker, you went straight in there with him. 
・The Kraken was the easy part. The time spent in that godforsaken desert was hell. Literal hell. 
・Unluckily, you didn’t end up in the same place. 
・Davy knew Jack would be fine if you were with him, so he separated the both of you. 
・And in the time frame, Jack had inched closer to insanity - not having you by his side made his mind plunge into instability 
・You thought it was fun ... at first (insanity was/is second nature to you.)
・But Davy had more tricks up his sleeve, ones that he somehow knew would get to you
・Then little crabs started appearing. 
     “Aw rocks.” You said out loud, moving to lay down and gaze at the perfectly rounded sphere.
“Oh, not rocks. Rocks with legs-”
・And when they moved, you followed 
・ “Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU REAL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ‘ERE?” Jack bellowed from the moving Black Pearl
     “YOU JUMPED, I JUMPED.” 
“Oh yes, Kraken. I remember now, he was a slimey smelly big thing wasn’t he-”
・You found your way on deck and Jack swooped you into his arms. He held you close against him, holding one hand on the back of your head. 
・Now others think it weird, but Jack likes to smell you. So when you were nuzzled in his arms, he did exactly that
・ When you found everyone on the beach, you nearly ran to Tia Dalma. She’s been a close friend throughout the years. 
・You didn’t feel any resentment towards Elizabeth. Holding onto grudges didn’t make sense in your line of work. 
・And you kept her secret. 
・The relationship with you and Jack means you share a lot of the same enemies. 
・Barbossa, the man who marooned the two of you on separate islands, had come back to save you from Davy Jones Locker. It made you laugh. You actually audibly laughed when you saw him
・Although you did like Jack the monkey
・Will was ... less than enthused to see you
・Only because he thought you were bat sh*t crazy
・But Elizabeth could only blush - she didn’t look you in the eye until a week later
・You were present during the meeting of the Bretheren Court. And were incredibly excited to see Jack’s father again. 
・Back in the day he and yourself hit it off nearly instantly. He thought you would have made a brilliant Pirate Lord, if only you weren’t so clumsy
・To Jack’s disbelief you wanted a war with the East India Trading Company
    “They’ve taken too much from us, Jack.”
・Yet again, destiny had spared you. The fight with Davy Jones and Beckett had caused many casualties, but neither you or Jack had been hurt
・You were able to sail away... until Gibbs had fallen asleep and the Pearl was stolen yet again
・Jack has mastered how to patch you up; cuts, burns, bullet wounds etc. In another life, he would have made a great healer. And when you brought how talented he is with remedies and such, he said: “Love, I’m only good at this because I’m looking after you. I couldn’t care about anyone else.” 
・Jack likes listening to you read out loud. But most of the time you get bored of the story and start making things up, while still holding the book so Jack has no idea what the real plot of the story is ... 
・Many might think you two have a treasure cove of riches. But really you just have a small tockens of each other on your persons
・He has a trinket that you found many years ago in his hair, twisted around a dreadlock
・You wear a ring of his. He gave it to you as a sign of his affection and love. A little like a promise ring
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉��𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Drama Queen (Jack) x Drama Queen x3 (You)
Chaotic Dumbass Duo
"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You say to Jack) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Jack replies to You)
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
You’re His Lucky Charm
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖:  
Love, Pet, Sweetheart, Sunshine. 
Jack likes to make nicknames up on the spot as well, especially when he wants to cheer you up. He’ll string two random words together and they may not even be sweet - but the way he says it ... he can make anything sound sensual. 
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆
Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch and Gift Giving
Jack is big on words. But what really gets to him is when you compliment him - when the words are coming from you, they mean something. People might think Jack is a touchy feely guy; but he’s really not. He’s calculating with how he touches you - moving hair behind your ear, being the big spoon, dancing with you. His favourite love language is gift giving both giving and receiving. He absolutely ADORES presents. Especially all things sparkly. 
Tagged: @sardonic-the-writer, @roguesknights.
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captain-camille · 1 month
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_𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞_
‣ Jack Sparrow x f!reader
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‣ As a young woman of noble blood, society is a golden cage. There is no mention of you unless the subject is marriage or manners while your trip to Port Royal has become a rescue maneuver. One faithful night aboard the Dauntless you finally snap. And meet the captive Captain Jack Sparrow...
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 18+ language, old society rules, emotional chaos, very light angst ‣ 3,4k words
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Your dress weighed heavy on your shoulders, the corset strangled your lungs to a delicate point where you began to feel dizzy.
Silver cutlery laid untouched next to your empty plate. The hunger had long passed. 
Either way was it impossible to properly eat with this torture device crushing your ribs. You would fetch a banana later.
“Miss Sheffield“ Lord Somerset hardly drew your attention while he adjusted his white wig “I find myself greatly invested in the many stories of your brother. They're indeed impressive, are they not?“.
It took nerves to hinder your eyes from rolling.
Instead, you gave him an appreciative but short nod. There was bitter sarcasm within the subtlety of your gesture.
Another man's head, adorned with a teal hat with feathers, turned towards you. Father.
“They are, clearly“. You verbally lend weight to your faux-assent as your father's stern gaze fixed on your face.
You suspected him pleased now.
However, his interest in you promptly vanished and a song of praise of someone else continued to fall from his pale lips.
Sweet, boisterous praise for your great brother, of course. 
You were sick of it but with time had begun to see it as an opportunity to reign over your own life as freely as possible.
For as long as possible.
Every eye and word was on your brother while you, the sister of the new Governor of Nassau and member of the Privy Council, were neigh invisible.
And still you could never leave the shiny prison that was the English noble society. Like living in a nightmare that had occasional sunlight in it but was full of madness anyway.
As the men's triumphant laughter echoed across the room, you pictured how Davy Jones' Locker would be a better place to bide your time.
Or maybe you should run away and live a seamstress' life. Alternatively, a barmaid.
In the corner of your vision you saw Norrington slightly leaning over to you. The new Commodore stationed in Port Royal, as he was.
“You look fabulous tonight, Miss“ he cooed, voice low.
His blue gaze rested on the glittering necklace you wore. A collective of silver, sapphires and pearls Lord Somerset had gifted you upon boarding the Dauntless.
Or perhaps Norrington's gaze laid on your cleavage but if so, he concealed it well.
He had to. Hell would come upon him.
You flashed him a polite smile and a demure “Thank you, Commodore“ before your eyes wandered off to the sea that was painted in the colors of a tropical sunset.
The windows were small but still incapable to diminish the glimmer. It went straight to your heart...
“Since you are a young woman, too-“ the man continued, hoisting a chalice to his lips. Beneath the table, your hand balled in a fist.
It did little to soothe your nerves, though.
“-I wondered whether you would think Elizabeth liked such jewelry as, um, a wedding gift?“ his smooth voice asked but the hesitant tone betrayed him.
You had long seen it in his eyes that Norrington's desires to marry Swann's daughter weren't as honest as he tried to make it seem.
Just as Elizabeth struggled to let go of the young blacksmith Will Turner she was currently trying to rescue.
Just fellow souls lost in this noble dilemma, you almost chuckled to yourself.
Luckily, you were quick enough to bridle any inner jests and looked back in Norrington's eyes.
“I’m most certain she would be delighted. However, it occurred to me that Miss Swann prefers silver to gold.“ you advised him before he got dragged back into a naval discussion with the men. 
Not even thanks were left for your input.
Once again your brother's name was thrown around like a cricket ball. 
The urge to just leave this charade of a dinner grew stronger while darkness began to fall upon the majestic Dauntless.
Candle light reflected in the men’s white and grey wigs like it would in the feathers of doltish pigeons.
Nearly scoffing, the focus of your eyes blurred.
Thoughts wandered off to the small bits of information you had grasped throughout the last two days; a business trip to Port Royal had turned into quite an amusing rescue maneuver as Norrington spotted the smoke signal Elizabeth was sending from a lonely island. 
She was brought onto the ship along with a mysterious pirate who turned out to be none other than the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow.
Lord, he seemed so different to the men you were used to. So interesting…
“Yn, the Lord's question was, would you be his companion on a visit to your brother?“ The raspy voice of your father suddenly cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife. 
You cleared your throat, hiding a muttered “god, no“ along the cough.
No, you simply couldn’t do this any longer tonight.
Tomorrow morning the misery would begin anew and the nights were too short anyway.
Dinner was over for you, you decided and shot up, heading towards the door. 
“Young Miss, where do you think you are going?“ your father called across the room, causing you to spin and face him along with everyone else seated on the grand table.
An unreadable expression settled on your face, lips moving on behalf of your temper. 
“Father, I do believe you won’t miss me much while conversing solely about my brother“. 
Norrington let out a shaky breath, his head turning to expect your father’s answer. Obviously, he was used to Elizabeth's docile manners.
The grey wig beneath Lord Sheffield's hat shifted slightly as he cocked his head.
He looked ridiculous. 
“Then go, yn. I do not have the time nor the patience for your behavior right now“ he sighed, waving his hand in an enervated gesture of dismissal “Check on Miss Swann when you pass by“.
The stingy sensation of the corset fighting your big breaths vexed you, along with your father's aloof attitude.
Nevertheless, he granted you exactly what you wanted; to leave and mind your own business.
A business that had preferably sparsely to do with these men.
“Thank you, sir. I will“ you curled your lips, forcing a hasty smile before your knees bent in a curtsy. “Lord Somerset, thank you again for the generous gift. Commodore“.
The Lord stood up with his chest puffed, trying to address you. “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Sheffield. I wish you a good-“  
But the rest of his irrelevant set-phrase was cut off by the door closing behind your back. It snapped shut with a soft rock of the Dauntless.
As if she felt sorry for you.
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Taking a big breath of the fresh sea breeze your tongue finally spoke some truth. “Damn you, Somerset“.
It felt good, even if it did little to improve your situation.
You knew you had to get away from the cabins or else your words of pent-up frustration would eventually find them.
Maybe you would find solace on the quarterdeck instead?
As you marched up the stairs with a grimace on your face from how impractical the heavy dress was, a young maid brushed past you with filled wineglasses on a silver tray. 
She smiled with respect, but could barely hide her excited look at the luxurious necklace.
Her soft lips parted when she spoke up in awe “If I may, Baron Somerset really is doting upon you, Miss“.
At her comment, the matching earrings with the similarly cut sapphires began to itch.
“So it seems“ you answered flatly, still trying your best not to let it all out on the innocent girl. 
“I happen to have overheard him talking about how beautiful your children would be“ she added with enthusiasm, unaware of your aversion to said nobleman.
You felt your gut twist and tighten at the vision alone. 
Children with this man? No.
On the brink of screaming or crying, your hand flew up to grab one of the glasses.
“Did he now?“ You hoisted it and bathed your upper lip in the sweet taste of Portuguese wine “Golden me“. 
Hearing her colleague call for her, the maid quickly curtsied and made her way down to the main cabin.
You sighed heavily, taking another sip.
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Up on the spacious quarterdeck you wasted no time, set the glass down on a random barrel and began to take off your earrings. 
They were burning on your skin now.
Anger, chagrin and despair rioted in your veins like a hurricane.
So untamed, you didn’t even notice the man at the helm observing your actions through curious eyes.
“To hell-“ you shouted, kicking your right foot so that your shoe flew overboard in a wide arc “with you, father“ the other shoe followed suit.
“And Somerset“ you tossed one earring into the black sea, holding the other one while you unhooked the expensive necklace.
You didn’t hesitate a second to proceed with this macabre yet somehow weirdly freeing act of rebellion.
With your right arm outstretched, jewelry in your hands, you stood at the ship’s railing, wind in your face.
“And to the depths with this society of hypocrites and it's stupid rules“ your now hoarse voice exclaimed bitterly before your tossing arm got stopped mid way. 
What?
Twisting on your stocking feet, you ended up only inches away from Jack Sparrow’s face who was grinning at you with a pleased sparkle in his dark eyes.
You didn't dare to breathe, mouth agape.
He was still holding onto your arm even though you had lowered it in a mixture of shock and awe.
“Not good. Ye wouldn't wanna be doin' that, lassie“ the pirate purred, gold teeth adding to the captivating shine of his eyes.
Since the Navy took him prisoner, you had never spoken to him. Only eves-dropped when he had persuaded Norrington as if it was easy.
And now you could feel his breath fan across your face, the scent of the sea and rum intoxicating your brain.
Slowly, he unwrapped and lifted his fingers off your arm. One by one like a fan.
“Why not? You cannot stop me“ you eventually found your courage again and yanked your arm away. 
The man scrunched his brows, lips closing. The many trinkets in his dreadlocks clinked as Sparrow cocked his head.
Your eyes were slaves to his eccentric mimic for a little while before you finally got to step back.
His presence somehow calmed you down, brought your nerves to a halt. All the way to the point where you remembered your manners.
“My apologies, Mister Sparrow. I didn’t mean to-“ you began to apologize for the snappy behavior but he interjected with a finger pointing at you.
“Never be sorry for disobeying rules that aren't worth following, luv“.
Irritated by the unexpectedly wise words, you found yourself at a loss for an answer.
This man was a real pirate after all. The closest thing to an anarchical life there was. 
Your heart pumped awe through your veins that began to pacify the storm within. 
Features dropping from trained, polite distance to honest distress, your gaze darted down to the jewelry in your hand. It was worth at least as much as your entire collection of summer gowns. 
The blue stones seemed somewhat black tonight.
As grim as your future. With Somerset. Or any other noble, dim-witted aristocrat. 
The pirate just stood and watched the tragic poem being written all over your beautiful face. His silence allowed the gears in your mind to shift.
Then, you seemed put.
“What even are you doing at the helm, Sparrow?“ You asked to avoid any potential questions when you mindlessly chucked the bundle of jewelry to him.
He grinned again as an audible clink and clatter signaled you that he had caught it.
You were sure that Sparrow had a better use for it than you did. Whatever it may be.
Admittedly, you would have just thrown it overboard or locked it away in a random jewel casket for eternity.
A husky gravel met your ears when he cleared his throat after sinking the necklace deep into the inside pocket of his brown jacket.
It was as if he knew you didn't have any expectation of thanks or desire for inquiring about your deed.
“Isla de la Muerta can only be found by those who already know where it is-“.
Slow steps of heavy boots on wooden tiles neared you from your left.
“And rumors have it me, meself and I have a heading Norrington doesn’t, savvy?“ Sparrow slurred, snapping open a compass as he leaned his back against the railing next to you.
With your eyes raking over the dusk ocean, you couldn’t help but risk a peak over to his hands.
You grimaced. The compass obviously didn’t point north.
Was he tricking the Commodore?
Suddenly, Jack chuckled, clearly having seen your expression.
“Nah... tale for another night“ he simply stated closing the small, brown box again.
His intense gaze crawled all over your side profile and pinned updo. “Tell me somethin’ about ye, Missy. Plagued by those wig-suckers, eh?“ 
You gave a snort of laughter, enjoying his unfiltered way of addressing the men you were used to calling 'Lord', 'Governor' or 'Commodore'.
“You know exactly who I am. Do not call me Missy“ you snapped, biting down a playful smile no one had ever elicited as easily as the foreign pirate did.
Perhaps it should worry you but it didn’t in the slightest. 
Jack arched his figure to lean back more and study your edged expression from the front. You tried to shoot him an unfazed look but the pirate saw right through it and smiled widely. 
How he could read you so emphatically was far beyond what you were used to from men. It confused you. 
Just as it puzzled Jack that your behaviour was so devoid of any of the hospitality and judgement he had come to expect from your class.
It only drew the both of you deeper into whatever this conversation would become.
“Apologies, me bad. Miss Sheffield“ his deep voice cooed, finally cracking your surface and putting a soft blush on your cheeks.
“It never occurred to me that Pirates can be this charming“ you snickered with a hint of irony, eyes resting on Sparrow’s unique features for a moment.
His tanned skin was reflecting the flickering light of oil lamps. Sparrow was a handsome man, you realized.
Effortlessly and in tune with the ship's rocking, the man pushed off the railing to trail behind you.
“I always expected Pirates to be more- rogue, I suppose“ you mused, more to yourself.
Sparrow tsk'ed but he didn't seem hurt.
Your head cocked when you felt his hot breath close to the nape of your neck.
“A Shilling that I can alter your outlook on Pirates all by me onesies, eh?“ His comment was nonchalant and smug but in a swinging way.
This man had nerves. 
“Didn't I just give you a collier worth far more than one Shilling?“ you asked rhetorically, amplifying the perky tone.
The pirate hummed, as if contemplating. “Alright, then. Consider your debt paid“.
It was utterly refreshing to converse so freely without any rules or boundaries. You grew fond of it with every passing second. 
When Sparrow didn’t re-appear on your other side, you turned around to spot him chugging down the wine you had abandoned in your rage.
“Sorry, it’s no rum but-“
“-good. That’s good“ he complimented the red liquid, analyzing the ornate chalice through narrowed eyes before he sat it back down.
Carefully, with his pinky stretched out with decorum.
You caught yourself giggling but promptly covered your mouth with a palm. Habits. 
“So, Miss Sheffield...“ the pirate urged you, swaggering closer until he stood by your side again. His elbows were quickly propped on the reddish railing.
“Pray tell“.
You sighed. However, the will to empty your heart was unbreakable. 
It was easier when your gaze found shelter in the darkness of the Caribbean night but Sparrow’s stare lingered on you nonetheless. 
“I- I feel like- No, I am trapped. Trapped in a golden cage with only dull bumbles who want to possess women of standing as if they were accessories for their prevalence-striven plans“ you began to complain, your words gaining speed and intensity throughout the sentence. 
Honest pity flashed behind the pirate's charcoal outlined eyes.
The man had never thought he was capable of pitying those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.
And still, there he stood, stricken by the pain in your melodic voice.
You gasped for air, your mind wanting to go on but your throat began to burn on the verge of crying.
“I must behave according to the rules of society, no matter what it is I truly desire. All the poisoned praise goes to my brother while I am only of importance when the subject of my marriage is discussed“.
“Ye brother be the new Governor of Nassau?“ Sparrow eventually asked, his gaze sliding down to where your nails were nervously scratching lines into the wooden railing.
You couldn’t help but scoff in annoyance of his title. “Yes, that be him“. 
The man next to you shrugged his shoulders, the trinkets and charms once again clinking. You would love to find out where he got each of them from.
“I could, in fact, sack Nassau port for ye as soon as I rip me Pearl from Barbossa’s slimy, old hands“ a tad of disgust infused his bold words at the foreign name.
“Jus' a humble offer. What ye say, lassie?“. 
Sparrow was trying to cheer you up.
A small smile began to reign over your lips again, toes curling. “That would only get you killed, fierce pirate“ you noted, trying to sound as judicious and rational as possible.
Instead, he grinned even broader and spread his arms in an eccentric, self-presenting pose. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, luv“ he declared as if it was self-explanatory.
For the first time in a while the sea breeze caught and carried your sincere laughter.
Sparrow’s braided goatee twitched as he found himself biting his lip at the pretty sound and look.
You were a stunning woman in noble clothes with noble blood in your veins but with a spirit as wild and ravenous as his own.
You enthralled him.
“Bring this to my daughter. She shall eat, at least. The Commodore risks too much by rescuing young Turner, he cannot afford to see his fiancé unwell“ Governor Swann’s order suddenly boomed across the main deck, followed by hasty steps of a maid.
Instinctively, Sparrow snaked his hand around your shoulder, across your chest and pulled you back with him.
Out of sight.
His rough hand on your mouth muffled a shrill cry just enough. 
“They thinkin’ yer asleep, eh, Miss Sheffield?“ His voice was lowered, almost just a husk and yet it was filled with this mischievous, flirtatious tone.
God, this man sent shivers down your spine like no other. 
But he was still a lawless pirate.
A prisoner, even.
Suddenly, whyever, the gravity of your situation and the futility of tonight's zeal made you feel how cold and wet the floor was without shoes.
Brown dreadlocks pressed against the back of your head irrevocably disheveled your updo. 
“Asleep, as I should be...“ you muttered, infused with a hint of re-surfacing anger and despair.
You wriggled yourself out of his protective grasp. The pirate's brow was raised, eyes narrowed on your face.
There was a haze of danger and waywardness about Jack Sparrow that made you question your own courage and spirit. 
“Why did I even tell you all that in the first place?“ you exclaimed, hands thrown up. Slowly stepping away from him, you felt all the emotions crushing your mind.
“You most likely do not care, neither do I profit by wailing. It doesn’t bear contemplating...“.
Sparrow wrapped his right hand back around the handle of the helm, looking rather unfazed by the confusion that was spreading in your system like the Portuguese wine in his own. 
Heavy silence and the occasional laughter from the men in the Captain’s cabin mingled with the soft splash of sea water. 
Your feelings were now as erratic as the rhythm of the crashing waves.
“Look 'ere, luv“.
Your gaze was just about to turn from pleading to the usual bored emptiness as you saw his free hand wander down to his leather belt.
A smirk adorned his bearded face when skilled fingers rapidly detached the compass and threw it over to you.
Stumbling slightly as the ship rocked, you caught the brown box before it could hit the ground.
You heard Sparrow mutter a muted “Thank god“ that made you want to snap at him but the gesture was too interesting not to query.
Why would he think you needed a compass?
Fluster painted your features when you met his weirdly satisfied expression.
“Aren’t you Captain Jack Sparrow? Don’t you need a compass for... that?“ You asked with less challenge in your tone than initially planned.
He chuckled beautifully, shaking his head with eyes closed.
“What?“ You probed when his dark gaze began to rise up from the floor, along your figure.
“I may be without me compass but not without heading and a plan“ the pirate finally explained, taking another step closer to the helm “You, contrastingly and tragically, lack both“. 
Your arms came up and crossed defensively in front of your chest.
But his words and the tight corset made you drop them again rather quickly. 
He was right. You had been lamenting about your situation barely three minutes ago.
“So? What exactly is your compass going to change about that, Sparrow?“.
You peered down at the inconspicuous looking box.
“Everythin'.“ Sparrow stated with a touch of mystery. “Listen what ye heart wants and the compass is gonna give ye a heading, savvy?“.
A big part of you wanted to believe what this infuriatingly interesting man promised while another voice was whispering to you how it was literal magic he was implying.
Magic. 
With a hesitant gesture of offering it back to him, you hoped to find out which voice to listen to.
“But you would want it back, right? It is yours after all“ you commented your action with genuine concern and a small smile.
Plus, the fear that Norrington would kill Jack if he couldn’t find the Isla without his compass. 
Captured by the pirate for one last time, you watched his gold teeth flash in a wide grin, his tattooed hand spreading on his chest as a sign of integrity.
He was being honest, you felt it.
“I will be gettin’ it back, luv. Don't ye worry“. 
Before you creeped down the stairs and eventually headed for your cabin to ponder on your heart's desires, the last you saw of Captain Jack Sparrow was a charming wink. 
The last for now, at least.
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♡ thank you so much for reading my very first POTC fic ever ♡
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Pirates of the Caribbean Steddie + Ronance AU
So. I'm aware of the pirate Steddie AU, but what about a Pirates of the Caribbean AU?
Eddie as Captain Eddie Munson who lost his beloved ship, Hellfire, when he refused to carry "human cargo". He needs to repay his debt to Davy Jones, but newsflash - Eddie is actually a good guy and doesn't do shit to collect the souls he owes. He just collects misfits into his crew and tries to prepare for the moment he ends up in Davy Jones's locker. His crew has a lot of kids that lost their parents to the British navy - Dustin lost his dad and he joined the pirate crew to provide for his mom, Erica and Lucas were freed from a slave ship, El was being transported as a part of a circus/freak show...all that and more.
Nancy Wheeler is the daughter of the local British official, Mr. Wheeler. She would prefer to study and travel the world, but her only value lies in being married to a suitable person to expand the connections for her family. Nancy plays her role well and often talks to her assigned match, Steve Harrington, a son of a local wealthy merchant family. She and Steve are childhood friends and actually dated for a while, but it didn't work out, they function better as friends and they know it. They are both resigned to eventually being married, Steve finally having his family off his back and Nancy regaining some freedom in marriage with Steve because she knows he'll allow her to pursue her dreams, as much as possible.
The shitshow starts when Mr. Wheeler reconsiders the marriage and actually agrees to wed Nancy to a young officer from the navy, Jason Carver. Carver is traditionalist, considers Nancy more of a trophy wife and if Nancy thought that lifetime being married to her childhood friend and pretending to be in love would be dishonest, this is way way WAY worse. She and Steve try to plot, they try to figure something out, but Nancy's father forbids them to see each other as it would be improper.
As luck would have it, the pirate ship Hellfire targets their port next. It is well known for its connections to the Royal navy. However, what the pirate Robin Buckley - joined Eddie's crew at fifteen when her parents found her in bed with her music teacher (would be bad as it is, but the teacher was a woman, gasp!) - goes to plunder the house of the wealthy merchants and finds a handsome young man there instead. He tosses all contents of his parents' safe at her, already packed, and informs her that this is all hers if they take him and his friend out of this hellhole. Before Robin can react, Steve climbs the window to Nancy's room, tells her they're joining/being captured by the pirate crew (Nancy just rolls her eyes and says "well, beats marrying Jason fucking Carver") and that's how they end up on Eddie's ship.
Eddie just stares at the two and very guilty-looking Robin. "So. Are you joining us or are we capturing you for ransom?"
Steve returns his gaze and doesn't flinch when Dustin ransacks his very hastily put together sack of clothes. "Whichever allows us to stay longer. Now, shouldn't you set sail? The navy usually reacts by daybreak."
The pirates aren't happy about the newest addition, thinking Steve and Nancy would be a burden, but they soon prove themselves. They disregard their fancy clothes and scrub floors, climb and fulfill their duties without a single complaint. Nancy soaks in all information about navigation and shares what she knows about weather patterns from her studies, back when she was too young to get married and was free to do what she wanted. Steve inspects the crew's weapons and identifies when they could crack, which ones should be better maintained. When they ask him how the hell would a rich boy know this, he just shrugs and says that since his parents were never home, he often stayed with the local blacksmith, Benny, and observed him working. He would have liked to become a smith himself, but of course his parents wouldn't stand for it.
Of course they fall in love. Of course Steve adores the dashing captain with his heart, soaks in adventures, freedom, the new friends, but mostly just Eddie, Eddie who is vilified but always does the right thing. And of course Robin and Nancy fall for each other, finding in each other what their families refused to allow.
And maybe Eddie gets saved by Steve from his fate, moving in front of him when Jason Carver wants to kill him. Maybe Steve has to serve for ten years on the Flying Dutchman, but he'll be fine, because Eddie wants to pay his dues and will serve those ten years with him, no matter what Steve says. And in ten years Steve and Eddie will be free, because if in ten years someone who loves Steve waits for him on the shore, then the curse will be broken, and Robin and Nancy will be there. They will live on the shore, watch the sea every day. And in ten years, there will be a free room in their house for their two friends who didn't age a day, and neither did their love.
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stuff-and-shenanigans · 6 months
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if supernatural gave us super gay hell and good omens gave us super gay heaven… will our flag means death give us super gay davy jones’ locker 🤔
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James Norrington x male pirate reader? Maybe the pirate got caught by James, heading to the gallows, but James free them instead?
Hello dear, thanks for your request.
James Norrington x male pirate reader 🏴‍☠️⚔ A matter of time⚓
Synopsis: James frees someone from his past from the gallows
Warning: mention's of hanging
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The prison of Port Royal was rustic and unkempt; all the cells were lined in an orderly set of rows. Many men within the cells screamed and cursed names that shan’t have been brought to light. The officers at the entrance door wore red regimental coats and white shirts. Over the shirts were cross belts and grey breeches held by braces. They both wore black naval tricorne hats whilst their long hair was tied back with black ribbons. They held their Brown Bess muskets upright, gazing at a man formerly walking down the hall. The man wore a blue, full-skirted royal naval uniform made of wool fitted with very deep boot cuffs. He wore a white powdered wig with a black tricorn adorned with white feathers around the top. He held his hands behind his back, looking stern yet pristine, ignoring the prisoner's squabbles. The two lower-ranked officers saluted him, allowing him passage. He kept walking past all the cells while the prisoners shouted, “Oi, get’s me outta ere’!”, “Aye, I’m beggin ya”, “Lad, Lad, I’ll give ye three shillings fer tha keys”. He scowled at the sight of them, ‘good-for-nothing filthy pirates’ he thought. Scoundrels that held no honour or morals did all they did was steal, pillage, plunder, and commit the most treasonous crimes. His hatred for pirates stemmed from his childhood, ever since his father taught him. He despises any mentions of their names; to think anyone foolish enough to become one deserves a short drop and sudden stop.
The commodore halted in front of a particular cell, his eyes gazing coldly at the pirate seated in the corner. “I trust you’ve saved your prayers, for you shall hang at the gallows on this day”, he spoke with a deep, strict voice. The pirate in question was relatively quiet, unlike the others, he held no regard to acknowledge the commodore's presence. He was quite an untidy fellow, his hair in a mess, wearing a brown tricorn clothed with a brown frock coat and poet blouse. He wore black pantaloons and brown boots for shoes. The commodore had no care if the buccaneer wished to speak or act like a rapscallion. He was set to hang. “Do keep you’re your spirits high Mr L/n, I do believe your worthless life might just end quicker after all”.
The pirate, in turn, glanced up at the austere man with cold eyes. It seemed unfounded how a man had a deep detestation over one's life because they deemed themselves pirates. Had he known what true freedom was, one might say he would turn too. “Aye, keep yer knickers on, I know tis be me day of death, least I get ta visit fiddlers green in the afterlife”. James sternly spoke, “I believe where you’ll wind up, they’ll be no ‘fiddlers green’ but only your sinful damnation”.
The commodore ordered the naval officers to drag this scoundrel to the gallows. “Before ye send me ter me grave in Davy Jones’s locker, I ask why ye betrayed em’ commodore”. The statement in general, made James curious and halted the officers from opening the cell. “And what business do you wish to pry of mine, Mr L/n”.
“Cutler be at large, and ye stand thar a prideful man tha betrayed sparrah’s crew, hell, ye betrayed er—”.
“Whatever nosy rumours you’ve heard of is none of your concern.” The commodore furrowed his brows as his voice grew harsher.
“Aye but tis is, fer I recall a lass and lad back on that island searching fer a coffer” The pirate’s voice grew louder. “Why, don’t-che remember James, I was thar when ye ran wit tha chest, I saw ye leave Jack, Will and Miss Swann”.
“Don’t!” James growled.
“Yer guilty, tis written in yer deadlights”. It was impossible to reason; the pirate was a part of Jack’s crew and had pledged his loyalty to the captain. However, it all changed when the commodore came along, looking like a lost sod. He was a mess in a heap; his rank had become soiled. How could y/n not care for him? He was lost at sea in his state of well-being, drunk. Over time the two had formed a kindred relationship; they both bonded over the loss of their adventures and their devotion to their loved ones—James with Elizabeth and Y/n with Jack. Everything was going well when James betrayed the crew and turned y/n in. Left and set to hang for dead.
Albeit twas y/n’s fault for falling into such a bittersweet lie. Indeed, y/n cared for the commodore more than he should have. Oh alas, and ruin, a man’s yearning heart set on the beating beauty for a lass he is not.
James inhaled and quickly exhaled, displaying a sign of annoyance. He ordered the guards to open the cell and drag y/n out. With both on each side with one arm latched roughly around y/n’s, they began to head toward the gallows—or what should’ve been that way.
Upon exiting the building, the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops could be heard around Y/N. The individual took a moment to inhale the refreshing scent of the precipitation, relishing in its natural aroma. The droplets cascaded down from the sky, creating a stunning display as they contacted the pavement and pooled into small puddles. Y/N couldn't help but feel immensely grateful for the opportunity to stand in place and bask in the mesmerising allure of the rain. As they moved, he savoured every moment of his freedom, relishing every breath of air inhaled and exhaled. Closing his eyes, he felt the raindrops caress his cheeks, cascading gently down his face. As the naval officers led him to the gallows, Y/n took in his surroundings with a sense of calm. His last breath left him, and he opened his eyes to the sight of the rolling sea, gently lapping against the docks of the bustling port. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was soothing to his ears, and he imagined himself on a grand galleon, sailing towards the mythical Fiddler's Green with the wind in his hair. The view of the vast horizon was breathtaking, and he took it all in as he walked towards his destination. Every adventure he had flashed before his eyes, Jack Sparrow, Joshamee Gibbs, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner and—
James.
Suddenly, the naval officers stopped and pushed the rogue before them. Y/n opened his eyes, feeling disoriented by the new surroundings. He expected to see the gallows and an angry crowd chanting his name in hatred, but instead, he found himself somewhere else, without the Hempen Holter.
They stood by the wooden dock where a schooner was anchored. All the sailors were carrying cargo onboard. As Y/n swivelled around, they were met with a rather grave countenance on James' face. His hands were firmly clasped at his back, and his brows were knitted together in a manner that suggested deep concern. Y/n, perplexed by his demeanour, approached the admiral's chains that were still attached to their wrists and legs. "Care ta enlighten me, James? Are ye tryna hornswoggle me mind?” y/n asked. The admiral swiftly ordered the naval officers to be dismissed, leaving the two of them alone. James drew closer to Y/n and removed the chains from their arms and legs, freeing them from their constraints. Y/n exaggeratedly stretched his arms while moving his arms from side to side. “I must admit, yer surely an odd one James”.
James grasped y/n by his shoulders and revealed his true expression of genuine worry. “Quickly, you don’t have much time, get on while you can—I don’t expect you or Elizabeth to forgive me but I can at least atone for my sins by saving you”.
As Y/n fixed his gaze upon the magnificent schooner, his eyes were brimming with a sense of purpose and longing. "Come with me, together we can break free from our current constraints an’ embark upon a new path," he suggested with a hopeful tone, inviting his companion to take the leap of faith with him. “Our paths may intertwine in the future y/n, but I mustn’t let Beckett know of Elizabeth’s whereabouts—neither your own.
"Go, now” "Please understand," he stated firmly, his expression stern and unwavering. In a sudden surge of emotion, James took hold of the pirate's shoulders and pressed his lips against his with an intense force, leaving them both gasping for breath. Y/n found themselves wrapped up in James's embrace, feeling the softness of his admiral's coat against their skin. "Tif fate allows us to reunite in Fiddler's Green, each and every treasure chest will bear your name, and I shall cherish em’ with all me heart."
As Y/n stepped onto the ship, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness in his heart as he left James behind. They hurriedly made their way through onto the ship as they prepared to set sail. Meanwhile, James watched from a distance, his eyes locked on Y/n's retreating form, his hands clasping behind him, wishing desperately that Y/n could stay with him just a little bit longer. The helmsman shouted, “Prepare to set sail”. With one last look, y/n locked eyes with James and nodded as a departing gesture. “Aye, cap’n!” y/n shouted to the helmsman.
With a heavy heart, James gazed upon the ship as it slowly drifted away from the harbour, carrying away the one person who had captured his heart completely - y/n. As he watched the vessel shrink in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of worry and fear creeping up on him. He prayed fervently, hoping that his beloved would reach his destination safely and unharmed and that he would be able to find a new life filled with hope and happiness. Despite his own pain and despair, James knew that he had to remain strong and focused, no matter what challenges he might face.
Anyways that's all I have for now:
Ta Ta ✨
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xiaos-daddy-issues · 1 year
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Leave A Traveler's Path
Orc x reader pt.1
Oof the slight sexual tension has me
Warnings: sexual tension, kidnapping I guess, swearing, orcs in general
I'm deciding on adding slightly nsfw parts but just put it in my asks if I should or not.
You a traveler have been put on a task to deliver a package to a high ranking noble of house Bensvine.
But it came with complications, this package had something very valuable, and apparently someone got word you were carrying this said good and now you have a few issues like this one.
You have been quietly trailing a few miles behind a pack of orcs, for what reason? Because everyone you meet attempts to assassinate, assault, steal from, and kidnap you for this damn package. And you have gone off route so you can't be found but can I mention these orcs aren't any orcs these orcs are very dangerous and you assumed they would attempt to kill and take this package, so you are tracking behind them in the middle of the badlands (a very dry desert like imagine davy Jones locker from potc, that type of desert) and you are waiting util night fall to pass them, you've been doing this for about four days. So you usher yourself on foot to speed up so you can get a bit closer to the group but still be hidden until you pass them, then they'll be in the past.
That's the hard part because now you realize there's giant beasts in the group, beasts that will eat human flesh or any flesh for that matter, and on top of that these orcs have not yet gone to bed so now you are sitting waiting about a mile away waiting for their little pow wow to die down, their large bon fire was not helping you ease off, you could here their songs chanting and war cries, you'd be a bit happier if these were elves not orcs, you have no problem with orcs but your on edge with the treasure your delivering.
An hour passes and they all head to bed. You stand with your weapon out it was a knife you bought a few years back , it was about six inches long with a curved edge it's often used by pirates but you found it more comfortable to use than other weapons, you as quietly as you can approach the camp you scout out how many orcs and beasts there are, you count out seven beasts and in the tents you guessed about eight. You quietly went around the tents and silently sped up, but you didn't get far, a large hand grabbed your leg your eyes dilate you look back, a large orc grabbed your calf a mischievous smile on his face his body half out a tent that was facing towards you, he crawls out and pulls you down before he picks you off the ground until you were hanging upside down he raised you to his eye level, you drop your knife.
A single bead of sweat went into your hairline. "Well, Well, Well what do we have here" he snickered, "you are good at concealing yourself, why are you following us?" He asked, he pokes your forehead "I wasn't following you, I was trying to get around you" you say quietly "then why would you trail behind us like you were following us little human" he says, you couldn't tell if he meant to ask, it came out sounding like he was demanding more than asking. "I don't feel like answering that question" you say bluntly, he snorts "and what if it wasn't a question" he says slyly "maybe I'll answer more questions when I'm well rested and not upside down" you snarl. He throws you over his shoulder "hey what the hell!" You say hitting his shoulder, he laughs before stepping into the tent. you don't know where all this sass is coming from but it only got you into deeper shit.
He takes your pack and ties you up and sits across from you, you grimace becoming uneasy once again with your pack in his hands. He searches through your bag and finds the package, he gently messes with the wrappings "don't touch that!" You say desperately. "And what if I do?" You glare at him "I just said don't, that should be enough for you to understand not to touch it you twat" you growl, he smirks and gently pulls that string, you had enough of his games.
You lunge at him you bounds falling from your arms, you swing your left hook and attempt to grab the pack. But he grabs your hands in one fist, "you little shit" he scowls "your the one touching my shit" you growl, your faces so close your noses are brushing, his eyes mirror yours, anger.
He ties you up again, your hands in front of you. You're basically in his lap at this point, your mouth covered as you watch him open the package.
The golden crown sits on the cushion it came with. He admires it, he smiles wickedly "ah you're the traveler with the bounty, this is for the house of Bensvine" he smirks "you glaring at me won't make it any better pet" you growl at him "what cat got your tongue" he says. You turn your head away furrowing your brow in anger and closing your eyes, he was having none of that apparently, he grabbed your chin pulling you by your face you stumble onto your knees, you are face to face once again he removed the gag "you look like you want to say something" he teases "put the crown back and in my bag and maybe I'll tell you" you say glowering at him, he returns the gesture smirking "fine but you better not play your tricks again" growls gently wrapping the crown up to it's original state. You sigh in relief as he places it in the sack. "Speak human" he demands.
"Okay, okay I got it" you say before continuing "I was "following" you because I wasn't sure I could trust you guys behind me until I was far away from your group, since this package is what's gonna get me out of the hell I'm living in, and apparently plenty of others desire the freedom I have been promised and for that I've been nearly killed plenty of times to become uneasy going on the main path so I chose this route but I didn't expect your group to also be here, I've heard of your group and what you've done enough to be weary, so tonight I was attempting to go around your group since these past few days have been non stop travel so this night of rest you guys were attempting to take, I was planning on continuing on my way until you got in my way." you finish your sentence with a bitter sweet tone. He nods before saying "and you think you'll get far with little rest, you amuse me little one" he snickers, you roll your eyes.
"How about an offer, I like your spark, I could use a little companion and since we're heading the same way since I must drop a package off at another grand noble place how about you travel with us, and I promise protection from others and rest only for your company" he says, you quirk and eyebrow, he smiles awkwardly and holds his hand out, you take it with both of your tied ones, he looks surprised before laughing at you enthusiasm at the sound of rest.
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ha1taniwh0re · 10 months
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She doesn't like a captain
Requested by: @blueberrycoffee19
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I was on my adventure to go save Jack from Davy Jones's Locker. Sao Feng gave Barbossa a ship and a crew so we can go and save Jack, here are we going to the end of the World. I was standing with Barbossa talking when my younger sister Elizabeth came to us.
"Stay! Away! From! Her!"
Barbossa looked at her with questionable face and I looked at her shocked.
"Elizabeth what is wrong with you?"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! HE IS A PIRATE!! YOU CAN'T DATE HIM!!"
Barbossa looked at ne now shocked. He didn't knew that I have a feelings for him. I started to panic.
"ELIZABETH!!! First!! Will is pirate as well!!! Second!!! You can't say who I can or can't date!!!"
Whit that I saw Barbossa getting into captain's cabin or should I say his cabin. I looked at him while he was getting away and started feeling angry.
"THANKS ELIZABETH HE DIDN'T KNOW THAT I LOVE HIM!!! NOW I LOST FRIEND TOO!!"
"FRIEND?! LET ME HELP YOU TO REMEMBER BUT HE KIDNAPPED ME!!!"
"BECAUSE YOU LIED THAT YOU ARE TURNER'S KID!!!"
"(name) HE IS BAD MAN, HE ISN'T HONEST, HE WILL JUST USE YOU!!!"
Those words hurted like hell. Maybe she was right but maybe she wasn't.
"Wow Elizabeth.... You decided that you can tell me that I can't be with pirate but you can??"
She looked at me a little bit sad and I just walked away from her. I was sitting and watching stars when Pintel and Ragetti came to me.
"Hey (name), captain wants to see you"
Oh no... I thanked them and went to Barbossa's cabin when I came in he was nowhere to be found. I looked at room to see if he is somewhere else but I didn't see him.
"Captain?? You wanted to see me??"
And after that I felt another body pressed on mine from behind. He took my waist and could feel his breath on my neck.
"Captain..." I moaned.
He pulled my waist closer to his and could feel his member starting to be hard.
"So you have a crush on your captain (name)??" He asked while kissing my neck
I couldn't answer because I was enjoying in this moment. He slapped my ass and grabbed it, and I moaned.
"Answer your captain young lass"
"Yes... I have a crush on my captain"
He rolled me to see his face.
"And what shall I do to you for that??"
"You can do whatever you want captain, Im all yours"
He started walking towards bed and sat there looking at me.
"Strip for me lass"
And I did what he said. I took off my corset and white dress along with my boots. He looked at me like he saw a goddess. He put his hand on his lap and I knew already what to do. I sat on his lap trying not to sit on his member but he pulled me to sit on it.
"Don't run from him, you can't run from him now"
I looked at him and put my hand on his cheek.
"Can I kiss you captain?"
He smiled at me and kissed me. He took my waist into his hands and started to move me up and down, I moaned into his lips and Im sure he liked that. To be honest I started to feel so close and Barbossa could see it, he let go of my waist and let me do this how I want. Hw as laying on his hand looking and smiling at me. I started to go faster and after a few minutes I came in his lap.
"I hope you know thatwe are not done here, m'lady"
He said and slapped my ass a little. He rolled us so i was laying on bed and he was on top of me.
"Don't you think it's unfair that Im naked and you are full clothed??" I asked.
He stood up from bed and I looked confused, did I said something wrong?
"Than undress me lass" he said and smiled.
I stood up and took his clothes off. He pushed me on bed again and entered me, the pain was huge and he saw me crying.
"Have you ever had sex (name)??"
"No...."
He looked shocked a little and than he waited for me to give him signal that he can move. I started to move and than he started also to move in and out. As the time was passing he started to go faster and faster and after some time we both came. He pulled out and went to get some water he gave me to drink it first but than he spilt it on his hand and cleaned blood from my thighs. I stood up and took his shirt and dressed myself in it and got back to bed. He smiled and got back to bed too.
"Did you just use me?"
He looked at me shocked and stood up a little to see my face.
"Who told you that??"
"Elizabeth..."
"I know that I don't have great backstory with yo sister m'love but I would never use a lass if she isn't a Tortuga whore"
I smiled at him and we kissed. We were cuddling and talking a little more but than we both fall asleep. In the morning when I woke up I saw that Barbossa wasn't in bed so i dressed myself and found him talking with Elizabeth. I went a little bit more closer so I can hear them.
"I know I didn't have a good start with you Miss Swann but I would never use your sister for my pleasure. I know it sounds weard to you to hear this from pirate but I need you to trust me in this that I love your sister".
Elizabeth looked at him, trying to see if he is lying bht she saw he was telling the truth.
"Just don't break her heart she is good person"
"I can promise you that"
They smiled at each other, and I came out from my spot.
"Wow you two maybe will get a good second start"
Elizabeth looked at me and laughed.
"We are good just because of you, I still hate him for kidnapping"
"You shouldn't lie miss Turner" he said and laughed.
I hugged my now boyfriend and Elizabeth left us alone.
"I love you captain"
"hmm don't call me that outside of my cabin or I will fuck you Infront of everyone" he said and smiled.
I laughed and kissed him.
"I love you too (name) Swann"
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Some thoughts on POTC lore, especially for DMTNT
I know that the answer to a lot of my questions are 'it looked cool on camera' and the inconsistences is 'because they rewrote the script several times' but I'm in the middle of writing a fic and I decided to try and make some sense of this messy lore. It's a bit long so its under the cut.
Starting with the gods a bit:
Poseidon:
I think he's dead, from what, we don't know. It seems aside from Calypso that the gods and god-like creatures that once roamed the earth have mostly withdrawn, likely either dead or retreating to realm/realms of their own. (with the 100% confirmation of multiple Greek gods, likely Olympus/the Underworld/etc) With Poseidon dead, Calypso fills the vacuum of looking after the seas until she is bound by the first Brethern court, as she has clearly stuck around and it is said that she and Poseidon are of a similar level in power. Before he died, he created Black Rock Isle, creating the Map No Man Can Read.
Hades:
I think he just vibes in the Underworld, leaving the Locker to whoever is in charge of the Dutchman, and can't be bothered to care much what goes on in the world anymore. He created the Triangle and Curse to protect Black Rock Isle, what I like to think is the last sort of 'godly' thing Poseidon did/made before dying. This is why Hades put his tomb off the coast of the island, that and its very small and remote nature, he knew it would be difficult to find.
Davy Jones and the Dutchman:
The latest iteration of part of the natural order of the sea, bound to an eternal, ever changing vessel that it, in itself, is slightly godlike in its ability to move to and from the Locker. The Locker itself is a part of the Underworld, a special purgatory for those that are not allowed to actually pass on when they die at sea. Jones' curse did not exist before his and Calypso's relationship and breakup, so whoever was on the previous version of the Dutchman was not bound by that rule but understood that they could not ever shirk their duties, and I think Calypso would pick a decent newly dead captain to be the new captain of the Dutchman, and continue the natural order of things. I think of the Dutchman a bit like Charon and his ferry from Greek Mythology.
Note: When I say that the Dutchman changes with the times, I mean that it physically changes. During POTC it looks like a older, sort of late 1600s ship (I know next to nothing about ships, I just noticed that when looking at images) but if we think about as a force of nature, if we jump forward in time, the Dutchman would look like a steam ship at the end/beginning of the 19th/20th century respectively. Today it might look like a fishing vessel, a shipping boat, hell, maybe even a submarine or something, the crew reflecting this change in time.
On the Curse, Triangle, and Trident:
The Triangle:
Once humans started to sail the Caribbean, and started to drift ever so much closer and closer to the island and his brother's tomb, Hades created the curse and the Triangle to house it, (I'm going out on a limb here since we have NO any real 'exact' locations of things other than "the Triangle is in the west of the Windward Isles in the Lesser Antilles." And that Black Rock Isle is just in the Caribbean Sea.) as a sort of wall and gate to deter someone from accidently sailing towards Black Rock Isle. With this in mind, the Triangle is a newer addition to the world, only a few hundred years old at the most when Salazar, The Mary and the crew end up in there in the first decade of the 18th century.
The Curse:
Is likely picky about who it wants to curse, needing something and someone filled with enough murderous intent, rage, or a healthy dose of both for it to curse them. Salazar and his crew aren't the first to be cursed by the Triangle, I would say they are the second. I say second because we know that that chunk of ruby had to make it off the island someway, and my theory/idea supports just the one time the island had been visited by mere mortals before Carina leads them to Black Rock Isle.
The first was a group, likely similar to Salazar and co from, I'm going to say around the early-mid 1500s. They stood there in their hellish purgatory, doing what Salazar did, killing all but one as a warning, creating the legend of the Triangle, and keeping people far away from Black Rock Isle and the tomb. The old cursed ones were destroyed when someone did manage to find the Isle, the Triangle sinking to release them, and they go to protect the island, compelled by the curse to do so. This was not Galileo, as he was not actually able to find the island before his death, but it was by someone else, who managed to get a chunk of a ruby off without dying. (somehow this chunk ends up in Galileo's possession though.) How do they find the island? Maybe they have Jack's compass. Galileo died mid 1600s, so there's at the very least a fifty year gap between Morgan giving Jack the compass and Galileo's death. Since I'm pretty sure we don't know when Morgan got the compass, it's super plausible. (Though, I personally really like the apparent earlier iteration of DMTNT where Jack stole the compass from Salazar, as there is a set photo of an uncursed Salazar holding the compass, either in the middle of shooting a scene or between takes.) They leave, realizing that they can't take anything, (the novelization of DMTNT have a couple of Barbossa's crew on the island, they try to take some gems, and the island swallows them} probably quite a few dead on this crew's side from the cursed men, and sail off. The curse reacts to this, and Hades brings the Triangle back up, and 'resets' the trap, killing the old cursed men since they cannot be outside the Triangle while it stands. Salazar and the crew are just unlucky enough to be the first ones that has what the Triangle needs to curse them when they are tricked into sailing in.
The Trident:
Calypso helps the ancestors of three mermaids in the novel Poseidon's Peak, Morveren, Aquala, and Aquila, steal the gems that Poseidon used in the creation of his weapon. These gems gave him control over the mermaids, the colors corresponding with their tails. The blue tailed mermaids are immune since Calypso gave them a special box to hide them away with. Those same three ancestors steal the Trident away, taking it and using it to rule over all the other mermaids. (Maybe the lack of his weapon allowed him to be weak enough to be be killed?) The Trident is hidden in a place called Poseidon's Peak, where great treasure has been acquired by the blue tailed mermaids. A thousand years pass, and the blue tails realize there is unrest and resistance to their rule, and give the Trident to a human for safekeeping, Captain Torrents. They had a bargain to share control over the sea, but he ran off with it. He commanded the merfolk to leave their island, Isla Sirena, and pillage the seas for him. The blue tails then ask a young preteen Jack to help them recover it. He does, using the power of the Trident to free all the merfolk, and give the Trident to the merman Tonra for safekeeping. I believe that Hades had Tonra place the Trident in the tomb, as he already had security measures in place to protect Black Rock Isle and the tomb. So there it sat, waiting for Henry to come break it. Those present for Jack's short time with the Trident likely spreading the rumor whether on accident or on purpose, claim it is lost now. Legends grow and change through years and word of mouth, and logically, if it was lost, where would it be but in Poseidon's tomb?
Note: 99% of any info not directly in the movies come from the wiki. I haven't read any of the extended media, nor played any games but i think the kinda bad At World's End pc game when I was a child. So if anything is super wrong, that is where I got my info from.
Feel free to add anything! I've been thinking about how to compile and figure out how to connect lore that very clearly wasn't,,,,, really supposed to connect in a very cohesive, linear way. And fic writers, feel free to use any of this! I'd love to see how y'all fit this into your own stories so feel free to tag me!
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Pre—Accident!Stephen Strange x Fem! Surgeon!OFC, Grey’s anatomy Crossover.
A/N: First of all I have a lot of Original Characters that I am adding to this Series, Which I will Explain the roles right now before moving along into the actual writing part!
Chief of General Surgery: Doctor Jack Wilson
General Surgery Attending: Doctor Liam Jones
General Surgery Resident: Doctor Lucas Miller
Chief of Thoracic Surgery: Doctor Charlotte Garcia.
Thoracic Surgery Attending: Henry Davis
Thoracic Surgery Resident: Camila Taylor
OBGYN/Neonatal Surgeon: Emily Perez
Fetal Surgeon: Evelyn Lopez
Pediatrician: Asher Lewis.
Neurosurgery Resident: Noah Sanchez.
Orthopedic Surgeon: Aria Adams
Hand Surgeon: Layla Rivera
Spine Surgeon: Ethan Carter
Trauma Surgeon: Hazel Evans
Pediatric Surgeon: Aurora Baker
Interns: Amy Nelson, David Torres, James Scott, Shelby Edwards, Willow Brooks.
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Chapter Two: Beginnings Of Tragic Incidents.
Chapter Summary: after Blake talked with Cristina about what’s been going on in Seattle with Meredith and Everyone else, her Interns do something unforgivable, something she can’t even Fathom forcing her to do something, maybe even tell her boyfriend.
CW//TW: Medial Terminology, Drama, Shouting, Surgery, Trauma, Cursing, Stephen getting mad at the interns, a Bunch of different OC’s, Blake and Christine are best friend, mentions of Derek shepherd’s Death, Trauma, Flashbacks, Cristina and Blake are like soulmates, injuries, mentions of Cutting an LVAD wire.
“So he totally is Like Meredith’s McDreamy, Huh?” Cristina said over the Phone call, Blake Hissed at her to shut up as she was in the Female Attendings Locker room, Pulling on her Dark Blue Scrubs. “Cristina!” She Whisper Shouted.
Cristina Snorted before ending the call, She Met Stephen Outside heading towards the Nurses Station to get and find there own Cases, like Any hospital Worked. “By the way where are your Stupid Interns?” He asked. Blake stopped, blinking her eyes noticing that none of her little Suck ups were around her, Malia Noticed the Doctor becoming Suspicious and Knew she had to tell on the Poor Interns.
"Doctor Shepherd, one of your Patients on the transplant list came back in after his heart was failing again despite the LVAD, They've been in his room for an hour now, I think his name was Daniel Cooper." Malia said, Blake had a bad feeling about all this, She nodded at Stephen and Malia to come with her. The Trio Scrambled to Cooper's Room, standing in shock when they saw what was happening. "What the hell.." Blake mumbled, her eyes widened in shock, seeing Amy Pumping his heart Manually as the LVAD Wire was cut with a Pair of Scissors next to it. "Amy, What the hell did you do?!" She Practically yelled, "and why are all you fools helping her?!"
Amy didn't respond continuing to Pump his heart, Blake looked at Stephen who shook his head, she nodded to Malia, "Malia take over Pumping his Heart, and Amy step away from the Patient." Malia Nodded and Tried to gently take the device away but Amy screamed no and said not to touch her, Blake Ignored Amy for now telling Malia to stay with her and to help Amy if she allowed her to, Blake turned to the three other Idiot doctors, "You three, In the hall. Now." She ordered.
Blake was angry, seething even. "What the hell were you three thinking, you could have killed that Patient." She said, Stephen was right next to her agreeing with her words, "Even worse, you could have endangered your careers and be sued for assaulting a Patient." Stephen added. David Tried to speak but Blake shushed him, "No, Not a word, you are not to speak, Not a single word, I don't wanna have to Testify against any of you fools." She said.
The Group was silent for a moment, “I assume you ran labs..” She said, Her eyes showing a Furious anger and Disappointment. They stayed Silent only fueling her Annoyance and anger, "Well?..." She demanded. James spoke, "you told us not to speak-"
"I know I did, Now did you run labs?!.." Blake said, tapping her foot impatiently, David Nodded, Blake sighed as she gave out orders, "Okay, Shelby Jack's been asking for you." She said giving her the order to go, before turning to the rest of the amazingly idiotic Interns, "David go get those labs and come right back, do not talk to anyone, go straight there and back."
Then She turned to James, "Now you, follow me and Stephen Right now."
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A Few Hours later and both Blake and Stephen were making sure Mr. Cooper was okay, She listened to his heart with her Stethoscope sighing at how weak it sounded. "Why Amy... Why would you do this?.." She said, Continuing to to Listen to his heart while Stephen did a quick Neuro Exam to ensure he was okay in the head, no concussion or any Brain Bleed whatsoever. "Because he needs that heart and I love him.. I love him so damn Much Doctor Shepherd.." The Intern Whispered, Blake shook her head sighing In Disappointment.
"Oh for God's sake, you fell in love with a Patient.." Blake sighed, exasperated, Stephen was really trying to hold back all his anger at the Interns. "Well his Brain is Okay, No signs of anything wrong with his brain." Stephen Said. David Came in with the Labs, "Labs are back, His State is becoming worse." Blake sighed Knowing exactly what that Meant. Amy Spoke now, "He'll get the heart right, He's gonna get the heart? He has to. You'll Sign the papers that he'll be put at the top of the list-" She was quickly Interrupted by Blake's cold tone.
"Those are the Kind of things I would tell a doctor, and right now you are not a doctor, you are a Visitor." She said, her eyes showing how furious she actually was. "What?.." Amy asked in complete and utter disbelief. "You will no longer be a doctor in this Hospital until I say Otherwise. Now Step away from Mr. Cooper and let Malia Take over." She Ordered.
Malia came over slowly taking it away from Amy as Blake Glared at her slightly, making the rest of the Interns Shrink underneath her Gaze.
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Blake told Stephen to carry on with the rest of his Surgeries while she went to talk to the Chief of the hospital about this certain Incident without exposing her Interns for doing this.
She asked the Chief about a Hypothetical Question with the exact same Situation, In which she explained that Mr. Cooper move to the top of the list and receive the heart Immediately but ordered that whoever did that was to be in her Office for Intense Consequences for endangering a Patients Life.
Blake nodded, "Of course, Ma'am."
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Which ended with the Interns getting yelled at by the chief and forced to not even go near a Surgical case unless they fessed up on who did it and to share one single Patient to give her what she needed.
Later on Blake was sitting at the Nurses Station, Checking on different Patient files and Images, as Stephen was Charting, "So, How bad was their Punishments?" Stephen asked with a Snide Smirk on his face. Blake sighed, Shaking her head. "The Chief said no more surgeries until they confess that Amy did it and they had to share one singular Patient." She snorted, Searching up another Patient file.
Malia was now delivering Labs due to Blake's Interns being Punished for their Stupid decisions, "Here you go Blake, Imaging is back for Ms. Collins." She said handing her the Tablet. Blake looked it over smiling to herself, "Oh.. I could use a little Great Neuro Case." She muttered. Stephen Looked up Suddenly Interested, Raising his eyebrow, "Oh no Mister, You have your own Solo Neuro Surgery in 30 Minutes, you need to get ready for that, I've got this one." She said, smirking to herself before teasing him. "Besides this woman has a nail in her head." She said, before rushing off.
Stephen Chuckled to himself, "Well Played, Doctor Shepherd."
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High Seas AU concept idea:
There is such thing as Davy Jones' Locker within the AU, but there is another realm above it. While Davy Jones' Locker is supposed to be underwater, there's an otherworldly passage above water called "Sailor's Summit".
Sailor's Summit is an area not found in maps or through compasses. In fact, no one can just find it... it finds you. If someone is unlucky enough to end up there, they will be greeted by their own personal hell as spirits arise from its dark waters. Such an occurrence only appears to those who have done wrong, such as breaking a code and/or betraying your fellow mates.
After escaping Sailor's Summit, it is said that the person who found it are damned, constantly haunted until they right their wrongs. However, most don't make it out alive...
Anon, I love this! I love it so much that I think you could do something original with it and not necessarily tie it down to a Mario + Rabbids AU!
But if we do want to utilize it, I wonder who might end up having to face their demons in this place. Few characters in the M+R games are truly evil, mostly just either chaotic, misguided or under a dark influence. And we established that Phantom at least has gotten his comeuppance through other means.
If we could bring in elements from the greater Marioverse and other Mario RPGs, I feel like the dark specter responsible for guarding this place would definitely be Cortez!
Maybe Edge has to fight her way through this place. Even though she did it for good reason, she still "betrayed her mates". Kanya too. Their different reactions to it: Edge becoming stronger while Kanya goes more or less insane.
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s-o-starscream · 2 years
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Familiar Faces
CONTENT WARNING: Abuse mention, Starvation, Alcoholism, Dissociation, Blood
This was it. The bastard had finally lost his mind. 
As the tiny rowboat bobbed over the thankfully calm waves, Knockout looked back at the Nemesis, the ship that had once upon a time swept him away from his miserable life of poverty, the ship that had, once upon a time, represented hope, and a new beginning for him and Breakdown.
Now, all it represented were shattered dreams and cold, bitter resentment. Whatever had brought its Captain back from Davy Jones' locker had done naught but drive him insane. Though perhaps he was always like that. 
What kind of Captain would be so cruel as to accept the aid of a monstrous creature of the deep, only to say nothing of the beast attempting to snuff out the life of one of his own? 
Starscream wouldn't, that's for sure. 
The red-haired doctor almost winced at the pang of grief that struck his heart. Starscream had been a much better Captain than Megatron. He always kept his head held high, even through the ridicule and doubt of his crew, even though Knockout could see him shrink the moment he was out of the sun. Hell he'd even agreed to officiate his and Breakdown's wedding. He'd been strong, and most importantly, he'd been fair. 
And now he was gone.
The look of utter hopelessness on his face as Megatron had forced the two to toss their friend into the ocean...it would surely haunt Knockout until the day he died. 
He hesitated to pity the man, as Starscream would no doubt admonish him for it, but he couldn't shake the guilt that threatened to crush him.
But what could he have done? If he disobeyed Megatron's orders, he would have been a goner as well, and so would Breakdown. He'd been given no choice. 
"KO?" 
His husband's voice pulled Knockout from deep within his thoughts, and he turned to look at him with tired eyes, dark circles he usually kept hidden under his makeup fully apparent.
"Hm? What is it Breakdown? Is your eye bothering you?" he asked, "or are you getting tired of rowing?"
The former Wrecker shook his head, adjusting his eyepatch over the empty socket. The sight still made Knockout's stomach twist with rage.
"You were spacing out, I wanted to make sure you're okay."
Knockout sighed, leaning forward to plant a kiss over Breakdown's brow. 
"I'm fine, Breaky," he said softly, "just...reminiscing."
--
After what felt like too long, the little boat slid up onto the shore, parting the sand as it made landfall. 
"We made it," Breakdown muttered, heaving a sigh of relief, "we should probably make a shelter or something for the night."
"Right you are." Knockout stretched out with a soft groan, stepping out into the wet sand and slinging his sack over his shoulder. What a pity he could only rescue a couple of his outfits. How it had pained him to leave his beloveds aboard that horrid vessel, but he had to pack light, as they needed space for food and water and other nonsense.
"Hmm, on second thought, maybe we should give this place a sweep."
"What, with a broom?"
Knockout chuckled at the puzzled look on his spouse's face. Even with one eye, he was still the most adorable man he'd ever seen.
"Not literally, pumpkin," he clarified, "I mean we explore a bit, see if we can find any supplies. It's best we stay out of sight of that." He jerked his head back at the silhouette of the Nemesis on the horizon.
"Oh, oh yeah, let's go then," Breakdown agreed, climbing out of the boat and hauling the other two sacks onto his shoulders. Knockout grinned, sauntering over to feel his bicep.
"I do love it when you flex your muscles like that pumpkin," he purred, "you're so hot~"
 Breakdown let out a nervous chuckle, a soft blush darkening his face.
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"Ugh, there's so many BUGS!" Knockout whined, slapping yet another mosquito that had landed on his arm, "I swear if one of these pricks is carrying yellow fever-"
"This was your idea KO," Breakdown grumbled, a little put off at Knockout's constant complaining.
"Yeah but I didn't think there'd be THIS MANY mosquitoes on a tiny island! It's practically all sand!"
Breakdown opened his mouth to argue, but then a small rustling in the bushes caught his ear. He immediately dropped both bags and pulled Knockout behind him, balling his hands into fists. 
The rustling was getting louder, and louder, and LOUDER AND-
A little shrew scurried out from the bush, wiggling its nose a little before scampering off. 
Knockout looked at the rodent, then up at Breakdown. 
"Heh, you were scared of a shrew," he teased with a sly grin. Breakdown sputtered, and averted his eye. 
"Was not!" he pouted. 
"Was too!"
"I wasn't!"
"Yeah you were you big scaredy-cat!"
"Was not!"
"Was too-"
"Wasn't-"
"Was-"
Another sudden rustling made the two nearly jump out of their skins, screaming and clinging to each other with fright. 
Out of the bush sprung a shambling skeletal figure, with paper-like skin stretched over nothing but bones, barely held together at the seams, wispy white hair, a gaunt face and sunken in eyes. And yet...he'd recognize those facial markings and that one red hair strand anywhere...
"Starscream?" Knockout gasped. Was he seeing a ghost? Was this Starscream's spirit come to haunt him? Was he just losing his mind?
Starscream turned his piercing gaze on Knockout, seeming to struggle with focusing his eyes. A look of recognition slowly spread across his face, and the voice that came out of that thin mouth was barely above a strained whisper.
"...help..."
The frail facsimile of the former Captain took barely more than a single step, before crumpling in on himself and collapsing into the underbrush, the half-empty bottle of moonshine he had cradled in his spindly hands rolling out among the leaves.
Knockout and Breakdown stood rooted to the spot, staring down at their barely recognizable friend. 
"Is...that really him...? He got out?" Breakdown asked, his voice wavering and uncertain. 
Knockout swallowed thickly, kneeling down to place a hand on the bony shoulder and turn Starscream over onto his back. His dove white hair fell over his face in thin wisps, considerably longer and more unkempt than it had ever been before. His eyes were closed, eyelids protruding out from the sunken in sockets all around them, and his cheeks were so hollow they appeared nonexistent.
"It's definitely him," he confirmed, looking up at a visibly shaken Breakdown. He too was wondering what possibly could have happened to reduce the once proud Starscream to such a state.
The doctor pressed an ear to the unmoving chest, searching for a heartbeat, or breathing, or any sign of life.
Nothing. 
Wait, no. There was something. 
The faintest little wheezing sound, even some gurgling, like he had fluid in his lungs or his stomach was rumbling from hunger. Given his appearance it didn't surprise Knockout one bit that he was starving. His body had probably been digesting itself for weeks.
"He's alive," he said decisively, scooping up the former Captain into his arms. It was far too easy, while he was light even at the best of times now he weighed less than the bag of clothes. He also smelled strongly of alcohol.
Breakdown's eye widened hopefully. 
"He is?"
"Barely. I can't find his heartbeat but he seems to be breathing. We need to find a good place for shelter."
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Knockout sat by his patient while Breakdown stoked the small campfire they had going. They'd set up shop on the beach nearby, with Starscream bundled up in a blanket. 
Knockout had been examining him as best he could, trying to figure out how the hell he was still alive. He was glad, but he couldn't help but wonder what had happened during that month since he'd been thrown overboard. Closer examination had shown some fresh scars that bore no resemblance to wounds left by Megatron, and couldn't have been from animal attacks. No wild animal left such meticulous cuts across the belly, or around the arm. 
One thing was eating away at him however, and that was the question of that missing heartbeat. Starscream was cold as death, had no pulse nor breathing, and yet Knockout still remained convinced he was somehow alive. There was a puzzle piece he was missing. He could feel it. 
A wheezing cough interrupted Knockout's musing, and he scrambled over to see that the Seeker was heaving weakly, spewing up what smelled like seawater mixed with that moonshine he had. 
"Hey, shh shh shh," he hushed, placing a gentle hand over Starscream's chest, "it's okay, we're here. It's me, Knockout."
"K...kn....ock...out...?" he whispered, slowly fluttering his eyes open and staring up at him with a haunted look that made the medic shiver.
"Yeah, yeah it's me, and Breakdown's here too, don't speak too much, you're too weak right now."
At that, the already round eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, the cracked lips parting slightly to reveal reddened teeth and bleeding gums. 
"Kn...Knockout...I- I- M-Meg...atr- on...h-he...I-" Starscream whimpered, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his shallow breathing sped up, and he began coughing more and more intensely. 
"No no no no calm down!" Knockout urged, reaching beneath the blanket to squeeze his frigid hand, "you're fine, there's no Megatron here, you're safe."
He reached beside him for his waterskin.
"Here, can you drink a little for me?" he asked, raising the neck of the bottle to Starscream's mouth and lifting the back of his head slightly. He struggled to get his lips closed around it, but managed a few small sips.
"Good. You're severely dehydrated, not to mention starving, so we need to get some food in you soon. Your body's literally eating itself to keep you alive, it's a miracle you're even here."
Starscream blinked slowly, staring up at him with those same haunted eyes. They looked like eyes that had seen horrors beyond human comprehension.
"A miracle, huh...?" he croaked, gazing up at the sky with a sort of melancholy Knockout couldn't quite place. Like he was burdened with knowledge nobody else had.
Knockout couldn't stop himself from reaching out to touch Starscream's forehead, feeling just how cold he was. Surprisingly, the Seeker didn't protest, simply closing his eyes and letting out a gurgling sigh from fluid-filled lungs. 
"What...happened to you?" Knockout asked, finally breaking the heavy silence. Breakdown also approached with a bowl of soup, sitting down on Starscream's other side. 
His eyes instantly shot open, pupils dilating and contracting wildly as he heaved out a distressed whimper, bringing up more reddish fluid from his throat. 
Breakdown placed down the bowl and scooped Starscream up into his arms to hug him tightly. But not too tightly, he might snap in half at the slightest gust of wind. 
"It's okay Star," he murmured, softly combing through the matted white hair, "you don't have to tell us, what matters is you're alive."
Knockout frowned, picking up the bowl. He was far too curious to let this go, even if it was difficult for Starscream to talk about. He mixed the soup around while their newly not dead friend sobbed quietly into Breakdown's shoulder. 
Knockout gently tapped the spoon against a sunken cheek, getting Starscream's attention. He turned to look at him with a hollow stare, which the medic responded to with a comforting smile. 
"Eat up, you need it. This should be light enough that you can keep it down."
Starscream blinked, his gaze dropping to the spoon held under his nose, but he didn’t accept it. Knockout tilted his head, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. 
“Soup, Starscream it’s soup,” he clarified, “I’m not, like, trying to poison you or anything.”
Still, Starscream did not move. Knockout shot Breakdown a concerned look, who shrugged uncertainly. The Seeker looked like he was a thousand miles away, staring off into the middle distance while he shivered.
Knockout frowned. It seemed he had no choice then. He reached over to cup Starscream’s chin, pausing as the touch made him flinch, and gently pried open his mouth, sliding in the spoon. After a long pause, his cracked lips closed around the utensil and he swallowed the soup. Not a word of protest, not even a jab at Breakdown’s lackluster cooking skills. Just that blank stare. 
“Is…he broken?” Breakdown asked, seemingly having the same thought as his husband. Knockout said nothing, only continuing to feed Starscream until the bowl was empty. 
Once more, the silence lay thick upon the group. Knockout stood to clear up the bowl, but Breakdown reached out to hold his wrist, looking up at him hopefully. The medic sighed, and sat down in his lap, beside Starscream, and wrapped his arms around the frail body. Once again, the lack of a heartbeat became fully apparent. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t felt Starscream’s heartbeat in years, despite having been close enough plenty of times…
“…you two…” a small voice piped up. Knockout and Breakdown looked at the Seeker, noticing how his eyes were no longer staring off into space. 
“Yeah, Star?” Knockout asked, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
“You…you’re here…you’re….real?” 
“Of course we are,” Breakdown murmured, shifting his hold to accommodate both people in his arms.
The corners of Starscream’s lips quirked up just the slightest bit, letting out a long sigh of relief. 
“Hey Star…I have a question,” Knockout interjected, “why don’t you have a heartbeat?”
The Seeker’s face immediately fell, and his eyes widened in seeming panic. His pupils flitted around slightly, and he rapidly blinked, pulling the blanket more tightly around himself.
“You won’t believe me,” he said stiffly, casting his gaze at the sand.
“Try us,” Breakdown challenged, “you might lie about a lotta things but…well you’re honest when it counts.”
Starscream huffed a small laugh, which led into a coughing fit.
“…as always, Breakdown, your faith in me is remarkable…” he uttered fondly. He took a few moments to close his eyes and take some breaths, as deep as he could manage. 
"Alright...here goes...I...am...immortal."
A stunned silence fell over the group, while Starscream seemed to flinch, or brace himself for something, waiting for a response with bated breath.
"See I told you you wouldn't-"
"Wait really? You...you can't die?" Breakdown piped up, utterly flabbergasted. 
"That...explains a lot," Knockout hummed, scratching his chin. 
"Wait you...actually believe me?" Starscream asked, his eyes widening in shock. 
"Well yeah," Knockout shrugged as if it was obvious, "in hindsight I'm pretty sure I remember you getting blown up, and there was that time I had to dig shrapnel out of your gut and you stopped breathing for a while, and I definitely remember having to amputate your leg but then you just had a new one, and-"
"Okay, KO, I think he gets it," Breakdown interrupted. 
"Right right. So that also explains the missing pulse." He placed a hand to Starscream's chest, confirming that the heartbeat just wasn't there. Not to mention he was as cold as a corpse, and he could feel every single rib under his fingers. The Seeker shuddered, and hesitantly leaned into the touch. 
"Yes...I, Starscream, cannot die. But I can most certainly be killed," he croaked in a smaller voice than he'd hoped for. Even speaking made his throat burn like it was on fire.
"You die and come back?" Breakdown muttered pensively, and Starscream gave a curt nod and a sniffle. 
"Megatron too by the looks of things," Knockout added bitterly, "only an immortal would be crazy enough to invite...that abomination aboard his ship. Damn bitch took out Breakdown's eye and nearly killed him."
At that, Starscream seemed to stiffen, his gaze fixed on a point far in the distance nobody else could see.
"Hey- Star, stay with us c'mon," Knockout urged, cupping his friend's gaunt face and lightly slapping his cheek. He blinked, and glanced at the medic, his already frail body shrinking even further in on itself. 
"So, we're all stuck here and you're...not in the best condition. This is quite the pickle we're in huh?"
Starscream nodded timidly, something Knockout was not at all used to seeing. It was almost unnerving to witness.
"D'you know a way off this rock?"
"Th-there's an old...shipwreck a little ways up the beach...I've been looting it for...stuff."
Booze, Knockout guessed. Starscream had probably been drinking himself to death since he got here. 
"Well that's great. Breakdown and I'll have that old girl back on open waters in no time, right Breaky?" 
Breakdown nodded enthusiastically. 
"KO's the best carpenter this side of Kaon."
Knockout chuckled in faux modesty. 
"And Breaky can handle the heavy lifting. You just relax, get your strength back up."
"I- I want to help too!" Starscream insisted, coughing up a thin web of blood. 
Knockout tutted, wiping Starscream's mouth clean with the corner of the blanket, and tucked his long hair behind his ears. 
"Ah ah ah, Doctor's orders. No hard work for you until you're back on your feet. Maybe if there's an engine you can tinker with it and see if you can get it up and running."
Starscream pouted, pulling his hair back in front of his face. 
"I'm glad we didn't lose you," the medic added in a softer tone, "and sorry about that whole...throwing you overboard thing."
The Seeker puffed and slapped Knockout's hand away. 
"You were following orders. Trying to defy Megatron would have gotten you killed, and unlike me, you only have one life."
Knockout smiled warmly, scooting forward to wrap Starscream in a gentle hug. 
"Love ya Star," he murmured, and Breakdown echoed the sentiment, hugging them both. 
Starscream only let out a soft gasp, blinking back tears as he buried his face in Knockout's neck. 
"We're a team now, the three of us. We'll keep you safe."
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ghostgirlmilf · 4 months
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Old Salt sailor with 20 years of experience who still says "Davy Jones' Locker" that I be layin' with : The crew be debatin' if Peg Leg be an offensive term, and simply I cannot with this hell crew today
Me, who heard the word Peg and immediately started to hyper ventilate: I think I might hauve Scurvy
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Feline17ff requests another part of Clowning Around if @silver-ink-iron-words is okay with writing it!
She loves the humor, secrets, twists, plot, characters, dynamics and so on
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Anyways, hope you enjoy this next snippet
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Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5 ; Part 6
Clowning Around, Part 7
For a single, agonizing second, everyone in the room stilled.
And then it all exploded into chaos.
“Timehopper!” The teammate pulled a stun gun and fired. “Grab [Hero]!”
The villain dodged, a big grin on their face.
The hero’s mind tried to keep up, searching for a way to stop the fighting. Then Timehopper was there, grabbing their arm, opening a portal.
“Hey!” the hero cried, and the sound caught the villain’s attention.
The villain’s eyes narrowed. They swept their arms in a broad motion, and the hero felt that horribly familiar pull on their gut as the floor fell out beneath them.
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They landed hard. They’d scraped their wrists, and their knees screamed in protest against the wooden floor.
Judging by the way the ground dipped and swayed beneath them, they had a pretty good idea where they were.
“God damnit,” they muttered.
Grumbling and sore, they found the staircase and made their way to the ship’s upper deck.
When they emerged up top, they heard their teammate cry out. It was hard to tell whether it was in triumph or in pain.
Looking over, they saw the teammate in period accurate clothing, sword-fighting with the villain. The moon hung over them like a lantern.
“Avast ye!” the villain yelled, swinging their sword with a look of pure glee. “Ye shall never steal away me first mate, ye bilge-sucking landlubber! I would sooner send ye to Davy Jones’ Locker!”
“Shut. Up!” Teammate gave a vicious sweep of their sword.
The hero grabbed a spare plank of wood, and rushed forward.
“Stop it!” they cried, trying to wedge the plank between the whip-fast blades. “You’re going to hurt each other!”
A sword lodged into the wood, and the hero let out a startled yelp.
The villain flicked their gaze to the hero, and started again to wave their arms.
“No wait! Hold on!”
But the hero’s protests were useless, and a portal swallowed them whole.
It plopped them down, high up in the crow’s nest. A length of rope lying there sprung up like a snake to wrap itself around the hero, tying them to the mast.
“[Villain]! What the hell?!”
“Fear not, me matey!” the villain called up, still battling the teammate. “Ye shall be released once this scallywag is dealt with!”
The hero grumbled a new string of swear words, resting their head on the mast. At least they were a bit less motion sick, this high above the water.
They watched as their teammate pushed hard on the villain’s sword, nearly knocking it away. “You know what your problem is, [Villain]?”
“Yarr, do enlighten me.”
“You have control issues. Everyone has to play along in your little game, in the way you want, or you break all your toys and go home.”
The villain parried another blow. “Interesting theory.”
“Don’t believe me?” the teammate said, swinging again. “If I’m wrong, then why did you send Timehopper to a different dimension?”
With a start, the hero realized that the other superhero wasn’t here.
“Clever hearty,” the villain said, smirking. “Ye’d have made a fine member of my crew.”
The teammate’s stance straightened, and they leapt forward, swinging hard for the villain’s head. The villain ducked just in time.
“Will you please stop trying to kill each other?” the hero called down.
“Quiet, [Hero]!” they both yelled up in unison.
The hero sighed.
The two of them continued like that – leather boots scuffing on the deck, swords swinging in grand silver arcs. Even though the rope was tight around the hero’s arms, and their face itched, they could at least appreciate how cool it looked.
Then, a portal opened, and Timehopper stepped through, covered in a green viscous fluid.
“You asshole!” they shouted.
The villain forced the teammate back and glanced at Timehopper. “What, you didn’t like the slime dimension?”
Timehopper reached in their coat, and pulled out a pistol.
The villain raised their hands to use their power, but Timehopper was faster. The pistol fired, and the hero watched as the villain dropped to their knees.
“That,” the villain gasped, “was a poor decision.”
Then their face hit the floorboards.
The hero saw the first shooting star, and thought it was odd for there to be such a pretty detail in the middle of such a gruesome scene.
And then their eyes widened when the rest started coming down.
With a dawning horror, the hero remembered what the villain had once said, about it being a bad idea to incapacitate them.
The starlight streaked in the sky like rainfall. Bits and pieces of the ship began to splinter and crack. The water churned, forcing the ship to tilt from side to side.
The moon swung on its hinges, and plummeted into the sea.
Part 8
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A Captain's Nightmare
Content Warnings: Mentions of drowning and violence.
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Sea rocking back and forth, the chants of seagulls, and that familiar wooden plank’s creak. Familiar sounds that often put his heart to rest. 
Not this time.
“We don’t need a crybaby on this ship.”
Smythe’s words are cold and cutthroat. The smile on his lips is the same always, never reaching his eyes, as unflinching as the hand pointing a sword at Conrad. The rest of the crew stands behind him, even the more emotional people like Ruby and Tink keep their faces completely neutral. A mass of stone hard expressions that for once Conrad can’t decipher, look as hard as he might.
“Come on, stop fooling around. I am your captain, you will-”
“You’re too soft.”
The words hit like a bucket of ice. Conrad takes a step back, and only when his weight shakes the very ground he’s in does he realize he’s atop the plank. When did he…?
“A crybaby who keeps pitying others. We can’t kill these people, we can’t steal from these others… You’re barely a pirate. We should take your other eyes and then throw you out.”
It’s Smythe’s voice, but Conrad knows he speaks on their behalf. The feelings of his whole crew. Of the two people he grew up with, of the crocodile who always follows him, of the fairy he invited, of the two raccoons he adopted, the dreaming girl from another world he warmed up to… All of them look down on him. All of them think like that man.
“We don’t need  a wilting daisy like you.”
A wave of pain shakes him, from the bottom of his gut to the back of his brain. But stronger than that, what rises is rage. He’s their Captain. They swore loyalty to him. After all he’s done this is how they treat him? Without thinking Conrad reaches for his own sword.
Beneath him the water becomes dark. He can see it so clearly it almost feels like a memory, seawater dark enough to resemble ink. Figures of iridescent scales and long wavy hair swim in circles, laughing at him, creating a swirl leading to the dark depths.
“I’ve been waiting for you, boy.”
The voice is too booming. It’s inside his head, resounding, but it’s inside the dark swirl of water too. A horrible shadow black as the night, its human face disfigured by rot except for the lower half covered by a dark beard. All around him long, black hands made of water reach out to him, beckoning him into the watery hell. In front of him, Smythe stands as still as ever, sword at the ready. Conrad’s own grip on his sword tightens.
“So my only choices are joining you in Davy’s Jones locker, or fighting my way back on ship.”
Really, he wants to kill them all. For betraying him, for breaking the promise they made him, and for pretending to ever understand him. Break hell loose and let the survivors tremble in fear, following his commands knowing they can’t ever defy him. Show them how bloodthirsty he can be beneath the empty praises and sweet words he freely gives. To never again mistake his kindness for weakness.
“That’s clever, old man. Almost got me there.”
Conrad gives one step, then another. And then, as if it were butter, cuts off the plank beneath him. His body falls to gravity, and he twists just in time for his sword to angle at that nightmarish figure in the water.
“As if I’ll ever lead the kind of life you led!”
The shadow bellows in pain. It’s deafening, but Conrad’s ears can start bleeding for all the cares. Hands shoot out from the water to apprehend him, and he cuts them all off with the same ease.
“If I have to chase my dream alone, I will! I don’t give a shit about how many people laugh at me! I know I’m right!”
It’s strange. He knows the mermaids around him should have the upper hand, it being water and all. But he feels invincible. It’s his anger and adrenaline rushing in, no doubt. But does that matter when his sword makes short work of them all? Conrad won’t let them drown him now, or ever again. 
“Don’t try to bring me down to your level!”
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Conrad awakes with a snore of his own, immediately embarrassed over it. What is he, an old man…?  His arms feel cold all over, so he’ll blame the noise on the changing seasons. The sun is just peeking over the sea, it’s warm light tinting his room pink in the most dreamy way. Ah, waking up early is worth it for that alone. Contrasting such a beautiful color is a green gem, rolling out from beneath his pillow.
“You’re finally awake.”
Tink stands next to him with a pout. And some bruises in his pretty face. Only then does Conrad remember the events from last night.
“Did you…?”
“He escaped. Barely!! Tsk, we’ll need another plan. Oh right, I made more coffee.”
Warm and nutty, fresh, the smell alone tells Conrad the coffee is made just the way he likes but hardly ever has time to do right. With a smile he takes the cup, enjoying the flavor for its own sake. He feels fully awake and with energy already.
“You’re a dear. Don’t worry so much, I have figured out another way to help our students.”
“D-d-d-ea… Hmph! I see! As your dear first mate I trust your decisions! So what is it?”
Conrad holds the green gem in front of Tink’s face. The blush on the fairy’s face dies down, replaced by a serious expression. Full attention on what Conrad will say next. Honestly, what was dream him thinking? The bonds he’s made with his crew aren’t so easily broken. There’s a renewed sparkle in Conrad’s eyes as he gives a toothy smile.
“Let’s boost their confidence so they can overcome anything!”
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The Sea is in Her Blood
"Tis a pirate that's said to be a terrifying breed o' bloodthirsty. Eyes a cursed color of orange from takin' a dead man's treasure." The man paused briefly to take a smoke from his cigar, leaning back in his chair and resting his feet on the barrel in front of him.
"They call him 'Cutthroat Marlowe,' the nastiest pirate to sail these waters in a long time."
He gestured for the bartender to retrieve another drink, tossing him a silver coin, and sliding the glass towards me. He released a shaky breath of smoke before continuing, "I've seen him with me own eyes when he and his crew raided a village I was passin' through. I saw Marlowe take down ten men at once with nothin' but a cutlass and thank the gods he didn't see me or I'd be a dead man too."
The buzz of the chatter of people echoed around us, drowning out any other sound that may be heard. The man leaned forwards, closer to me, his breath rancid and hot on my face. He lowered his voice, "Ye know how fast talk travels, 'specially on the waters, but they say he killed his lover, then his crew, and to be honest with ye, if I hadn't seen 'em with me own two eyes, I'd say he was just a tale."
After another puff of smoke escaped his lips, the man sighed, "I ain't never met a man who'd turn on his own crew, killin' them in cold blood. He must be all kinds of evil to do something so wretched.
"There be guesses, as to how he died. I'd heard that after recruiting a new crew they had a mutiny. Others say he danced with Jack Ketch or got his throat cut like he'd been doing all those years. Givin' him a taste of his own medicine if ye ask me."
He leaned back in his chair once again, and I doing the same. I kicked my feet up and leaned my chair back so it balanced on two legs, the gold bracelets on my wrists clicking against one another as I brought the glass to my lips.
"All I can say is I hope the man's in Davy Jones' Locker, or the darkest corner of hell for all the trouble he's caused. May he rot in pieces."
"I'll drink to that, sir," I smiled, tilting my hat to reveal the amber eyes that had been concealed by the shadows, loose brown curls falling to my shoulders. I took a sip of the ale the man had bought me as payment for listening to his stories.
Sitting down my glass, I stood up to leave, thanking the man for his time and walking to the door. But then, just as quickly as I had left, I spun around on my heel, unsheathing the dagger I kept on my right hip and pressed it against the man's throat.
He looked up at me with wide, confused eyes. They then morphed into fear as he gawked out the word, "you?"
"Aye sir, it's me. And you know how the saying goes," I smile, watching as the man quivered under my knife, "Dead men tell no tales."
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Genre: Adventure Status: 1st Draft POV: Third Person Omniscient Tropes: Adventure, Pirates, Curses, Buried Treasure, Found-Family, Will to Survive, Self-Reliance, Learning to Love, Loneliness as Destructive Force Content Warnings: Blood, Murder, Violence, Dark Thoughts, Tag Used: #wip: the sea is in her blood
Synopsis:
June ‘Cutthroat’ Marlowe had built up quite a reputation for herself. Not only was she the daughter of legendary Captain Damon ‘The Marked,’ but she was the only one brave enough to wrong him and get away with it. Now fleeing for her life, June has to find a ship and a crew, and sail to wherever the map she stole from her father takes her, before he can get his hands on the treasure she’s after.  Word travels fast, and it seems as if the seven seas were against her, as she’s being hunted down by more than just her bloodthirsty father: Captain Bates Anderson— The British Navy Officer— who she’d outsmarted time and time again, and wants nothing more than to see her pay for the crimes she’s committed.  The love of her life, who she had left for dead.  This pesky pirate who just so happens to have exactly what she’s looking for. And an ancient curse that had been following her family for years.
Characters:
June 'Cutthroat' Marlowe // Daughter of the infamous Captain Damon 'The Marked,' who only wants to make a name for herself separate from the legends of her father and to finally best him and gain the upper hand. She would do anything to accomplish her goals, sacrificing anyone who got in her way.
Damon 'The Marked' Marlowe // June's father and Captain of the Last Curse. He's built up his reputation through stories that have been spread across the seas, getting what he wants through tactics such as fear and threats. Damon was after a certain piece of treasure that he had to keep a secret from June, knowing that she would want to get her hands on what he was after and he couldn't afford to share with her. After she stole his map, she fled from the ship and jumped into the unforgiving hands of the ocean. If it were anyone else, he would have given up looking for them and assumed the sea had gotten the best of them. But June? She was like a cockroach: hard to kill and always lurking around the corner. If Damon wanted this treasure, he would have to find her and most likely bring her life to an end.
Bellamy 'Red' Carlyle // Captain of the Scurvy Return, and the first person whose heart was stolen by June. He hated to admit it, but he fell for her faster than he could have ever expected. Red welcomed her into his life with open arms, giving her a place to stay and offering her a job on the ship. Little did he know, this would cost him everything: his ship, his crew, his authority, his title as Captain, his heart, and his life.
Pierson 'Albatross' Rutland // The Quartermaster of the Scurvy Return and the newly named Red Treasure after June takes over as Captain. He has a charming smile and always knows exactly what to say, but that doesn't change the fact that he has ulterior motives and is doing his tasks out of greed. He'll say what he needs to say to pass suspicion, buttering up whoever is in charge so no one casts him a second glance. Of course, the traitor always dies in the end.
Captain Bates Anderson // The British Naval Officer that witnessed first hand the horrors that June 'Cutthroat' Marlowe is capable of. After losing the lives of everyone on his crew, he vows that he will do everything in his power to bring them to justice and make June pay for the crimes she's committed.
Jesse Myers // A pirate that came into June's life when his crew attempted to board her ship. She threw him in the brig for the hell of it, but Jesse reveals he has information on the treasure she is after.
Booker // A crew member of the Last Curse that helped June escape the clutches of her father. She believes him to be dead, but he holds a valuable piece of information that will help her accomplish her goals.
Salton 'Grisly' Harding // First mate of the Scurvy Return, and father figure to Red. He's a quiet, older gentlemen with more wisdom than people realize, one of the few to quickly pick this up being June.
Kit Harrison // The surgeon of the Scurvy Return, and the first to speak their mind to June. She was grateful for his snarky sense of humor and the way he says exactly what he's thinking.
Franklin Willoughby // Cabin boy of the Scurvy Return and one of the few people that June tolerates on the ship.
Carter and Carswell 'Righty and Lefty' Garrick // Pilot and Sea Artist, respectively, of the Scurvy Return. They're more fun and games than paying attention to what they're doing, and if it weren't for Salton keeping them on track they would never get anything done.
Benton 'Plank Walker' Charlton // June's first mate aboard the Red Treasure. He is as loyal as they get, following June's orders with a trust that few could possess. He does, however, advise her if he believes there is a better course of action, and she almost always hears what he has to say. He was the only one who would stand up to her without repercussion.
Raleigh 'The Mermaid' Fulton // As a woman studying medicine, she has no where to legally practice. Which is when she decides the only way for her to follow her dream is to do so illegally. June hires her to be the surgeon of the Red Treasure, and only later does she realize that she is the daughter of the Governor.
Philip Irwin // Philip came to June looking for adventure and a place to stay. She made him the cabin boy of the Red Treasure, liking his enthusiasm. He is a firm believer in the fantastical, believing in mermaids, fairies, and anything magical.
Sherwood 'Daring' Ike // The Master Gunner of the Red Treasure. He's incredibly impulsive, and quite literally a loose canon. June initially hired him for his bravery, but she's come to realize that he isn't one to follow orders blindly.
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