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Catching the coin, Sarah twirled it between her fingers for a moment, shooting a glare at his comment.

"I’m not a kid, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be running around in a skirt." Grimacing, she paused for thought. "Never did catch your name."

"Vaas Montenegro, Captain of La Mujer Diablo." Vaas gave a mocking bow, rolling his hand like royalty. "At your service, hermana."

He looked her up and down. "Ay, but to me, you are a pequeña, little sister, you need to not be out here stalking the shipyard with the kind of motherless dogs that hang around here, understand me?"

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   “I am not your friend—”, most likely just an expression but he would rather make things clear right from the start than having to deal with the guy thinking the two can be ‘amigos’. Pagan Min’s attention drifts from him to the people carrying boxes into his ship, squinting to make sure they didn’t screw him and dropped something that could break, he then turns back towards the man and huffs. "All of the above.", the second and the latter one being the most important parts of how he had acquired most of the riches, taking down ships was a lot of fun but so was backstabbing the unfortunate souls that had trusted him.

   "As if you can achieve anything in this world by being honest.", he gave a light wave of the hand as if greeting the fellow captain, though he hardly looked like such and could use a make-over sometime soon. "Pagan Min—", and if Vaas had read the chinese characters right at the side of the boat then he would know that the ship was called, the name of his last lover and the woman that had brought him great happiness but also had ruined him after her departure.

Ishwari.

"Figure of speech, hermano, no worries. Nobody is friends here." He puts up both his calloused hands, still smirking. His eyes flick to the boxes being loaded onto the ship, his mind working at a million miles a minute to discern what countless wonders must be locked inside the crates. Spices, silks, gold, stones... opium, perhaps. That would be nice. He licks his dry lips. "Charmed, charmed. So what's in the boxes?" Maybe he's being too forward, maybe that would provoke the other man. Vaas hasn't quite decided on what side of the fence Pagan fell yet, whether he was an ally or prey. Of course, the Spaniard considers himself top of the food chain.

He has no natural predators. What could be mistaken for an appreciative eye as it runs over Ishwari is actually looking for where her canons are, working out how heavy she might be, how fast she sails. Whether he and his crew in their light but brutally fast ship could take her out on the water.

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                                    you’re either                      on my side                                                       by my side                               or in my fucking way                                              choose [ w i s e l y ]

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((Hey bros! Today is a kind of get-shit-done day before uni on Friday, so I won’t be on until later. In the meantime fill my ass-box with memes, reminders for threads if I’ve missed any, pictures of your cat, whatever.))

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WARNING: LITTLE SHIT ALERT!

Reblog if your muse is a little shit.

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This was a test. This had to be a test. Pirates didn’t just accept anyone, right? She had to show her resolve. Had to act like she wasn’t shaken even though that slam made her jump and her fingers were shaking. She clenched her hands into fists, head lifting high and breath deepening in an attempt to calm herself while he spoke.

What if he was like the other men? A rapist, an abuser, a cruel horrible man? She had no idea what he was like outside of what she’d heard. Damn, she’d been so foolish! But that didn’t shake her resolve. She firmed her focus and shot him a glare, hands kept close to her sides where a knife lay hidden beneath her dress attached to her garter belt.

"Then I’ll cut off your balls,” she hissed quietly, voice cold, “I’ll cut ‘em off and throw them to the dogs!  And I’ll take all the money with me and leave aboard another ship!” You are not stopping me from getting out of this wretched place.

"Seasickness shouldn’t be a problem," her voice softened, but only slightly. She was still on high-alert from his earlier act, "I’ve dealt with enough morning sick women to know what to expect. Different circumstances, but sickness all the same."

When he mentioned the sea being his only woman, however, some of her resolve melted and she allowed herself to relax. Jezebell smirked right at him, eyes squinting as she accepted his challenge wholeheartedly.

"Then you better keep your puta on a tight leash,” she hissed, “I’ve been known to steal men’s wallets and their wives.”

Women were more attractive and more agreeable than men were, anyways. If she could have her way, she’d take female clients over male ones anyday. Then again, she did try once - did fall for one of her coworkers. That didn’t end so well for either of them.

I hope the English treat you better than here.

Vaas jumped to his feet when she was done and pounced forward again. This time, however, the action was light and playful as he grabbed her face in both calloused hands and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Ay! Si, my warrior, my little tigresa. To think that you could have been wasting away in this whorehouse for the rest of your life." He let her go and stepped back, seeming to almost be close to tears with pure delight. "Ah, hermana, I have been so bored. You and I, we're going to have a lot of fun together."

He motioned to the dress. "Come on, come on! Get it off, then, we have gold to steal and running to do." Remembering his manners he turned around, showing her his broad back, smirking. "We're going to make a pirate out of you, Jezebell." Her name has lost its mocking edge on his tongue.

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"Forget the formalities, I’m hardly goin’ to walk about in a bloody dress. Stupid things, and really hard to move about in." Crossing her arms, she tapped her foot. "Anyway, I’m not headed anywhere and I haven’t got a mami or papi to worry about me. I’m good."

"Little orphan, huh? S'alright, hermana, I can be a good samaritan." He flicked her a gold coin. "Maybe you can buy some makeup or save up for some skirts, you look like a little chico in that stuff you're wearing."

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            ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.

            and I will  ~; demonstrate ;~  to you, why

                    ———♛ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ᴍ s ♛——

                                           are named after

                                「 ᴘ ᴇ ᴏ ᴘ ʟ ᴇ. 」

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Chuckling softly, the woman shrugged her shoulders, rubbing the back of her neck. Sauntering over, she managed a small smile, raising a brow.

"Ah, now you can’t say I didn’t try. Anyway, ain’t a Spaniard, hardly gonna talk like one, so I think I’ll pass on the lessons."

"Would I say that? I only meant that your Spanish sounds like a Welshman with a mouth full of carajo." He cracked. "Where you headed, amiga, let me accompany y'ladyship. Your mami and papi will be worried."

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“Trust me, it’ll work.”

She’d been one of those girls who’d tried to run before. She wasn’t caught, but she saw one of her friends who was- not pretty. 

"Right here, Captain," she reached up, squishing her breasts together with a wink, "and follow me. It’ll be right up this hallway, where we can talk in private.”

Her hand reached out and snagged his arm, hips sliding off her seat while she pulled his arm. A bit of a playful laugh was given, her hands squeezing him as if a young girl begging her father to take her to the candy shop next door. The men around here loved that act - which meant she always had to do it, which was a problem because she hated it. But, appearances were appearances, right?

After leading him on his way to the back room, she shut the door behind her and pressed into it, looking him up and down before humming in thought.

"Alright. Here’s the plan- I’m going to have to get down to my garters so i can run properly since this dress is impossible to move in. You’ll need to take off whatever makes noise except for a knife or something, and I’ll lead you to the room where the chest is with a few pillow cases. Out of his window is an escape route- we can climb down the tree and run off with as much gold as we can carry. I don’t have any extra clothing besides a shirt I stole from one of my visitors, so we’ll either need to steal some pants or i can buy some elsewhere with a little coin I’ve saved. 

"From there, all we have to do is run back to your ship and we’ll be good to go! How’s that sound?"

It had to be foolproof. She’d thought about this for months. It had to work. … Unless he knew something she didn’t. Like, how far his ship was, or how it might be difficult to carry a pillowcase full of gold when climbing down a tree spontaneously. She’d practiced, but it was really difficult even without her shoes on.

"Or, we could steal the money, cause a bar fight in the front, and use that as a distraction, or somehow sneak out late at night when he’s in bed. It’s your choice. We have the whole night."

Vaas cocked his head, a boyish smile playing around his lips.

"Hermana, you change masks like a one man act, you know that? I like that. I like that a lot." He crossed his arms, still amused by her plans and her mission. He still hadn't decided how far he would let this go yet, but as it was, she was showing promise. He advanced on her suddenly, one hand slamming into the door next to her head. "So say I take you back to my ship, hmmm. What's to say I'm not who you think I am? Not what you think I am? Maybe the Bastard's not such a fuckin' nice man, not such a good-at-heart creature as they say?" He gave a low growl, his eyes flashing. "Say that I'm not all that, but something different. Like the boys downstairs... no, worse. What then, amiga? What are you gonna do?" His tongue snaked out, wetted his lips, ran over his teeth. The pirate giggled and stepped back, the aggression suddenly dropping, and flopped onto the plush bed.

"Or!" He continued, as though nothing had happened. "What if you get seasick? What if you can't handle a sail or steer a ship or even scrub a deck? What if you can't fire a gun? I can't have useless mouths to feed no matter how pretty they are, Jezebell." Her name rolled off his tongue. "And I'm not taking you out of here just to put you up for rent on my ship, I don't do that." He rolled his head, the vertabrae in his neck popping. "Another thing." An eyebrow raised and something mysterious flashed in his blue eyes again. "The sea's a jealous puta. I can do what I like on land, but on the water, she's gotta be the only woman in my life. You gonna compete with that?" Was that a challenge?

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A soft woman is simply a wolf caught in meditation.

Pavana पवन (via purplelieswithgarneteyes)

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"Yeah, why should you care about it?" Sarah shot back, spinning on her heels to face the stranger. She could certainly handle her own in a fight, perhaps not someone a large as Vaas but smaller? Yes.

"Ey, hermano. Que te jordan.”

Vaas blinked for a moment, taken aback, before breaking into peals of giggles.

"Amiga, su pronunciación es débil. You need me to give you lessons or something?" He waggled his eyebrows at her. 

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Oh? Another gentleman? Her smile grew further while she turned to look at the cruel men behind her, feigning her best playful attitude even while she let her words bite sharp and clear.

"Sorry, fellas. Women like me deserve men who can treat me right, don’t you think?"

She turned back to face him, tugging the ale closer to her as if to assert dominance over it and establish it as hers. This man really was charming - surprisingly more than she thought he’d be. Pirates weren’t usually that kind to their clients, unless they were female.

"Name’s Jezebell. And let me tell you, I’m desperate for a getaway."

She scooted her stool closer to him, leaning forward - which ended up exploiting her breasts more thanks to her damn corset. She wasn’t trying to allure him - at least not right now that her voice was lowered and her eyes piercing right into his own.

"Look. I don’t want to be here- you can see why. Aside from this damn thing-" She reached up and brushed her hair from her chest, exposing a fresh bite mark now bruising along her tan skin, "these outfits are uncomfortable and these men are disgusting. I’ve heard about you, the Bastard Pirate who stands up for women and lets his case be known. I don’t care what I have to do, I want out. 

"I have a plan, and if you’d just listen to me I could get you out of here with your full money in tact and a new crew member. But you have to purchase a night with me and you have to trust me. Alright?”

Admittedly this was extremely upfront, but Jez was optimistic. He’d listen, right? He was known for his outstanding debauchery and twisted morals. He had to think this was fantastic - especially if it got him the gold of her master.

"I can get you all my master’s gold if that doesn’t convince you enough. I snuck his key out from his pocket last night. Trust me- this will be worth your time."

Vaas was overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions that, being a fairly intelligent but fundamentally simple man, he found difficult to juggle. First things first, he had to lean back slightly and bite his tongue to stop himself making a remark about "putting a man's eye out with those cachorros". Secondly, there was the surprise- and, although he hadn't nearly come to a decision about the matter yet- the delight at her words. The fire in her twisted at something in his belly and swelled his previously cold little heart. Finally, someone that wasn't so awfully boring. The third thing, being the least urgent but the most prominent in his mind at the time, was pure anger at the sight of the mark. His knuckles clicked as he rolled the joints, resisting the urge to kill everyone with a cock in the bar if it meant getting rid of the scum that did it.

Not that he wasn't into a bit of the rough stuff himself, but only if the... recieving party was too. He shook his head, trying to clear that thought and get his mind back on track, soothe the manic whirring of the cogs in his skull. He took a long drink of his ale, before knocking the empty tankard down onto the bar.

"Alright, Jezebell, hermana. Colour me interested." And impressed, but praise would come after she'd pulled it off. "Calm down, I'm a reasonable guy, I listen. But you had better hope that you can do this. I've seen how the master of this place treats runaway girls and pretty little thieves." He winked at her. "So where do I put my gold in for the best night of my life, eh?" His voice raised slightly, as though that was all they'd been talking about. Jezebell. She might as well have been named trouble.

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"Hey, hermana. It's a little late for a pretty little thing like you to be walking the docks alone, no?" Vaas' statement might have come out as threatening, his bulky form and mad eyes never doing much to put people at ease, but he said them with genuine concern.

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Vaas raised his eyebrows at the woman, and he had to admit that it certainly took some scraping of his barrel of gentlemanly values to not let his blue eyes wander down to her cleavage. No matter, her curiously expressive eyes were just as enticing, even though they spoke more of desperation than friendly invitation or desire.

"Hermana, do I look like a man who's sitting on gold?" Despite the wording there was no bite of irritation in his tone, only amusement that had the corners of his lips tweaking up. He certainly was a man sitting on gold, especially after his last haul, but his attire never showed it. Those criminals that decked themselves in finery irritated him to no end. Gold was all well and good but it all came down to the thrill for him. He was a man of simple pleasures, like drinking and fighting and... devilishly clever women that played men like puppets.

He would allow himself to be played. Gold coins appeared from the leather purse at his hip and landed on the bar, quickly replaced with tankards of ale, and he leaned back in his seat, the mirth in his eyes quickly replaced with aggression. "AY! Haven't you motherless fucking dogs got something else to do?" The rabble quickly died down, albeit with a few whispered insults and mutters of how it was "all in good fun". Appeased, Vaas returned his attention to the woman, all pleasant smiles again. "You got a name, amiga?"

Smelly barmen and disgusting sailors were always prominent customers here at the bar by the shore. Men who thought groping was free with the beer and dogs who decided breasts were delectable fruits that needed to be marked and bitten into like it was dessert. It didn’t help that she never wanted to be here in the first place.

"Ey there, Sailor," Jezebell strut up right over to the newcomer in the bar, lips pursed and tits pushed up in her dress. "How’s it goin’ over here? You sittin’ good on yer gold or do you got some cash t’spare and time to give to a fun-lovin’ young lady?"

She hardly sounded enthused, but she tried. A half-assed smile was given while her hips slid into the stool next to him, fingers tracing the edge of the bar. Would he buy into her, or would he leave her to the rowdy, drunken men behind her who were cat calling and crying her name for fun?

Please, her eyes said as she pursed her lips, at least buy me a drink so I don’t have to pay attention to those rabble rousers behind me.

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How can people tell he’s chinese—perhaps because of the characters engraved in the vessel but Pagan Min is perfectly fluent in english, though the other seems to be interested in some spanish. The man turns around and places a hand on his hip, the other pressed against the wooden carcass of the boat, eyes scanning the person in front of him which seems like a common criminal, could use some decent clothes and to shave.

   "Yes, I can speak english—y un poco de espanol.”, the captain moves forward and cants his head to the side, "What do you want?", tone comes out sounding meaner than intended but Pagan doesn’t usually mingle with strangers unless they are helping him with the ship and by the looks of this guy, doesn’t seem like the guy’s here to carry boxes.

"Ay, ay, amigo, there's no need for hostilities. I only came to say, that's a nice boat." Vaas' grin turned to a smirk. So the little man was one of those hoity-toity types, too good for his sorry presence. Vaas liked that. Those types were fun to irritate. "What breed of mischief would you be the master of then, hermano? Robo? Asesinato? Mentiras?" His blue eyes sparkled at the thought of his favourite things. "There ain't a man here earning a honest day's pay, unless the man paying him is a dishonest man."

He watched the other carefully. Most of these high-end bastards would become affronted by now, shoo him off, start shouting, or hopefully pull a weapon; maybe this one would be different. With that smile still playing around his lips he stuck out an arm. "Captain Vaas Montenegro of La Mujer Diablo."

Nice Boat || Closed w/ kxrat