#;; giving hell to every halyard you can (threads)

[pyratetm-a]

He doesn’t laugh, but the urge is there.  When he’d spotted her he’d exposed himself, he knows, both pulling down the cowl of his hood and speaking, but...Well.  He imagines his primary occupation is hardly a secret, between the two of them, even though he’s never outright stated who, exactly, he works for.  Serendipitous, as well, as she hasn’t been his primary concern here, but he’s not going to leave her to rot and whatever else this lot has been getting up to her, which is why he holds out a hand, in offer to pull her upright.

“And accrue a favor from the Jarl of Morthal?  Wouldn’t dream of it.  Though once we’ve put our backs to this place, I am positively dying to know how you managed to find yourself here.  Or is it that civil war nonsense again.”

@visioncrone continued from here

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

It don't matter if the cold wind blows I'm gonna wind up working in the thick of it Sunshine through the rain and snow There's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below That's just the waves slamming against the topsides' sound Don't let the ever rolling motion go and get you down Don't let it shake your steady thread cutting hand Keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell To every halyard you can In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all I will face it all In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all I'll embrace it all When everyday's like a war between the will to go on And a wish that the world would spiral into the sun Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along If the sun was always shining and our load always light We'd be shaking like a leaf with every God given night And we'd break under the weight of any pressure That was ever applied Will you be ready when the straw boss calls? He's got an ever loving bone to pick with one and all Don't let his condescension get you down Just have the strength to know you're wrong And when you're right the strength to stand your ground In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all I will face it all In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all I'll embrace it all When everyday is like a war You find no strength from your usual source There's no peace, there's no rest Your fortitude is feeling put to the test When everyday is like a war between the will to go on And a wish that the world would spiral into the sun Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along If the sun was always shining and our load always light We'd be shaking like a leaf with every God given night And we'd break under the weight Of any pain that ever came in this life

[obdurare-archive-blog]

BROWN BIRD ;; SALT FOR SALT LYRIC STARTERS

Here’s several lyrics from Brown Bird’s album Salt For Salt that should work as great starter prompts.  No, these aren’t whole songs, just bits I’ve picked through that make the most sense as sentences, so enjoy, I guess. Cut for length. "I've worked my fingers to the bone." "Not a pretty little penny have I got to show." "I ain't looking for much, just a little bit of rest by the side of the road." "I lift my voice to the forces above." "Ain't I been a good, hard-working faithful servant and son." "Work is what you are when you're breathing in and out." "So swing down that sledgehammer through the wood." "A little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good." "Get up off the ground." "You can lay down when the day is done." "The harbor is teeming with commerce and crime." "I own only what owns me." "This place ain't my home, but I'm calling it mine." "Will the admiral answer?" "It don't matter if the cold wind blows." "I'm gonna wind up working in the thick of it." "There's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below." "That's just the waves slamming against the topside's sound." "Don't let the ever rolling ocean go and get you down." "Don't let it shake your steady thread-cutting hand." "Keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell to every halyard you can." "To fight it all, I will face it all." "To fight it all, I'll embrace it all." "Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along." "Will you be ready when the straw boss calls?" "He's got an ever-loving bone to pick with one and all." "Don't let his condescension get you down." "You find no strength from the usual source." "There's no peace, there's no rest." "Your fortitude's feeling put to the test." "Winter caps the rooftops." "My world is so small, inside our cozy walls." "This deafening quiet may grasp around my chest." "I will pry its bony fingers free." "The earth is thrown asunder." "I can't make my mood match the weather." "I can't make the weather do what I want." "So I've resigned myself ot pry that big ol' sun out of the sky." "I will live my days in darkness til I die." "I tried to be good, I was a failure." "So I took to taking all the good men down." "It wasn't hard to do, I just huffed and puffed and blew." "You could be right." "They might come for me at night." "In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door." "For all my spite, I might never win the fight." "But I will rage against the light forever more." "I drank the blood of angels from a bottle." "Just to see if I could call the lightning down." "It hasn't struck me yet." "And I would wage my soul to bet that there ain't no one throwing lightning anyhow." "Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over." "You get to thinking fate's got different plans." "Maybe I'm not born to die." "But to bring darkness to the sky." "Pull that goddamn sun down any way I can." "The hopelessly tender-hearted tend to sing the loudest of love." "But my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie." "You've told your last white lie." "Everything is not alright." "You hope.  You pray." "You love the light of day." "But there's no one up there listening tonight." "Ebb and flow." "The waves' reflection of our lights." "How small I am in this wide world." "How a mind can come unfurled." "If I should die out here at sea." "Would anyone be mourning me?"

"Salt for salt and bone for bone." "If it fools your God, then your God has no eyes." "Your costume can't cover what your eyes expose." "The more you ignore, the more pain you feel." "The air is thick with the thoughts you conceal." "The whole world's undressing in front of your eyes." "Come my way and hurry along." "I'll take you soaring with the angels and gods." "Leave your prison chains on the wall." "You'll live forever, and you'll never fall." "First you writhe with the worries there under your skin." "Then you're paralyzed by the silence within." "Your nightmares may drown in your pools of denial." "They seep out 'tween your teeth with each smile." "I heard the thunder and lightning." "You sent the whole world away." "And now you huddle there alone in your tower of tears." "Your poison blood and brittle bones start to clatter and crack." "Catch hell from the mighty and high." "Ain't nowhere left for the good to go." "Be sure to breathe in deeply every bit of sin." "We were hard-hearted heathens." "Our time has ceased with such sorrow." "We'll just lie here clothed in our sheepskin." "Then from her hair grew forty serpents." "From her mouth came forty voices." "I tried my best to calm her down." "There wasn't any of her left but evil now." "She grabbed me by the bones and shook my flesh." "The sun won't cast no shadow no more." "Not even sure just where it is I am right now." "There's only darkness and the absence of any air that I could breathe." "I could've sworn that I was warned." "But how could anyone believe?"

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@macabrescribbler | xx

“My bet’s on most likely.”  There’s a pause as he paces around the suitcase just lying there in the middle of the lane, nudging it with a booted foot.  His mouth twitches in a suppressed smile, and he glances up, adding:

“You open it.”

[pyratetm-a]

It’s close enough now he can almost taste it.  Hell, really, does not begin to describe the last ten years of his existence, because if this is truly Hell, then he has absolutely nothing to fear from the afterlife.  He’s already lived it, an agony of being a part of the world, and yet separate, and there’s nothing the Devil himself can throw at him at this point that could make him quake or cower.  It’s here - that sixth sense they’ve all developed to the call of the cursed gold has never once led them astray, and if it is in any way reachable, his crew will find it.  Of that he has no doubt.

There’s been a valiant effort by the fort to sight the Pearl, and so far it’s failed - he’ll thank his lucky stars and her dark color for that, because he’s not such a fool that he would have attacked Port Royal head on in daylight.  Too well defended, too well guarded, containing a governor as it does, and being a seat for the Royal Navy but...This.  This has almost been too easy.  He’ll admit that.  But he’s come too far, they’re all too close to being free of this wretched curse, that he won’t question the turn of luck in their favor.

When a boat arrives and is hooked to the tow lines he’s hopeful, because this early means the gold has been easy to find, and that’s fine by him.  Finding the child of Billy Turner, however...That will be something else, but one thing at a time, he thinks, as he makes his way down from the quarterdeck to the main, to see what the lads have brought.

It quickly becomes apparent, however, as the boat is hauled upward, his crew it is not, and instead someone who either has no sense of self-preservation, or no brains with which to grease their skull.  There’s a clatter as numerous swords are unsheathed, because while this fool has either been stupid or brave enough to make his way out here, and Hector knows his crew is painfully aware that none of them can die, but this little fop can, sometimes a bit of saber rattling is all one needs to make a point.

“Well, it do seem we have ourselves a guest.”  There’s a hint of a laugh at that, though it is by no means a pleasant one, and Hector leaves his sword where it is for the moment, in his baldric.  “You’re either brave or stupid to board this ship, so state your business, and inform us of which, before we send you back to that lot ashore as a message.”

@lxrdbeckett : starter call ( set one ) ( set two )

[pyratetm-a]

At some point a person would think this would stop being awkward after doing it long enough.  The truth was, it only got easier at making it seem like it wasn’t.  That, at least, he’d gotten very, very good at.  He held no illusions about himself, and so therefore held none for other people.  It was a thing.  It happened.  And now, he knew, they’d go separate ways - like he always did - and that would be that.  It was a system and it worked for him.  Less getting bogged down, and all that.

It worked for him.  Was good for someone who never stayed anywhere long enough for anyone to remember his name.

The shirt was caught and pulled on somewhat haphazardly, and while the view after it was returned wasn’t what he’d call unpleasant, especially so early and with being found out...Well, getting distracted was also not part of his game plan.

“Is it still sneaking out if you’ve already been caught?  I’d argue that it honestly takes the pressure off.  Negates that whole getting out without making any noise business.”  It was a cheeky question, because it was true:  He’d been busted.  Didn’t happen often, but when it did...

Well.  He’d gotten very, very good at this.

@motheriing from here

[pyratetm-a]

He sat across the table from her, shuffling a deck of well-worn playing cards, looking more amused with himself than he probably should have.  This was a trick he’d picked up from Jack long ago, and it wasn’t particularly one he’d invested a great amount of time in, no, but it was one he could do with a reasonable amount of accuracy and surety.  His idea these days, after all, of what was a great amount of time in something was a bit skewed from the typically accepted definition of the thing.

“Alright.”  He fanned the cards out, the backs of them facing upward.  “It doesn’t matter, if you think it’s bullshit or you buy into wholesale.  I learned this from a-” Jackass.  “Friend.  A long while back, and he’s more adept at bullshit than I am, but I’m reasonably good with it, anyway.”

“What you’re going to do is pick a card.  Any card that seems to want you to pull it, and turn it face up on the table.  Every card has a meaning, and these are no different.  The only difference between a tarot deck and a pack of playing cards is people are willing to pay more for the fancy name.”

@makeshistory gets a thing

[pyratetm-a]

In his rather poor defense, he hasn’t been able to help himself.  He is usually very, very good at keeping his mouth shut and letting things go when it’s not important, and when his input is not needed, for the most part, because sometimes the best offense is to simply back down and show the belly, in order to circle back around for a different attack.

He’s a pirate, always has been, not the nice guy who knows when to back down type.

He’s even willing to let it go after a good ‘fuck you’ on her part, until she goes and calls him that.  And that?  Is uncalled for.  Completely so.  He might push buttons but for the most part it’s never in truth.  Most of the time.  But instead of getting loud.  Instead of getting cranky on his own end and responding in kind with something scathing and cutting and showing his fangs, he just gives her a grin.

“Invitation is always open.  I won’t even count the name calling against you this time, if you promise to do it again.”  Considering he’s not being remotely serious, it’s an incredible show of equanimity on his part.

@whofavorsfire continued from here

[pyratetm-a]

@lxrdbeckett : sc.

“I’m assuming you’ve come here like a fool for some other reason beyond thinking there be nary an inkling your type be welcome around here, so I suggest you speak, and speak quickly.”

[pyratetm-a]

@piracys sent a thing: "What's-- that on your beard?" jack points at the mentioned beard with a jittery finger as he curves over the table he's sitting on, personal space forgotten. He's definitely not avoiding more serious conversations. He's just curious. 

Which is a damned lie; Jack very well is avoiding the more serious topic at hand, and if he comes any closer - any closer at all - Hector is going to start breaking fingers.  And he will continue to break them until he has to move to other body parts.  A wrist here, maybe.  A nose there.  And he sincerely, truly hopes Jack understands that, which he communicates with an exasperated look from under the brim of his hat, because the last thing he wants to deal with is Jack’s whining.

“Nothing nearly as interesting as what I’m going to find meself doing should that filthy finger move one inch closer.  Now quit stallin’, and answer me damned question.”  He taps a finger on the chart spread over the table, with perhaps a bit more force than necessary.  “Just why in the deepest hell would I want to find meself bothering with Cape Town and running the risk of the VOC, then, since you seem to think that is something I should be bothering meself with.”

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@ahamartia : sc.

“Mermaids are not peaceful, and anyone who says otherwise is either a fool or has a deathwish; like anything related to the sea in general, without conscience and mercy is the rule, not whatever nonsense it is about some peaceful kingdom of merpeople under the waves.  They’re all female and lovely for a reason.”

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@intoxicatiing : sc.

“Respectable, is it, that this is supposed to give the impression of; I fear not only do we both exceedingly overestimate the scrutiny of the Crown to accept one ‘reformed’ pirate in those fabled halls of proper society, but your lot me own commitment to a cause there be a number of other ways around.”

[pyratetm-a]

@myxcenterxstage : sc.

“As much as it grieves me to present meself as no more than part of the common rude and unrefined rabble that do frequent this fine establishment, you’re in me seat.”

[pyratetm-a]

@igneacor : sc.

“There be things forbidden by the Code for a reason, and I’ll not be risking life, limb, crew, and ship to go chasing after more fairy tales.”

[pyratetm-a]

@macabrescribbler : sc.

“How the hell do these pothole sized towns have five churches - at the least - a Walmart, and at least three McDonald’s, but the only decent bar is two counties away and an hour’s drive.”

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@ventureseek : sc.

“At any point you wish to stop lurking and make your presence known, by all means, feel free to do so.”