#@captainofthepearl

[itismissswann]

@captainofthepearl

Never had they wished so much for land, to feel the sweet brown soils of home. For on this sea she felt the rage within, as if the ocean is countless tears ready to pound at the feet of man, to teach he who has wanted yet not nurtured as he should. It was a gale that screamed under dark and serious clouds. Yet the ship sailed over these watery fists, perhaps with the intention of causing enough bruising for the sailors to remember her anger, enough for them to start a sweet serenade of sorrow and a promise of better care.

The touch of sand underneath her fingers, made her gain consciousness again. She inhaled loudly. Her eyes traced the beach for more survivors. Unfortunately there was no sign of any, the rain creating a thick fog blurring everything.  Elizabeth quickly rose to her feed, stroking her rain soaked hair behind her ears. The touch of her fingertips against her cheek making her realize they were growing numb with the cold. Soon she was off to the woods, hoping it would offer some kind of shelter from the threatening storm. 

The trees were veiled in the lightest of mists, their trunks sombre brown with sable cracks that gnarl the bark. As her eyes traveled to the edge of the woodland, she noticed a log cabin. She was soon drawn to the warm light filtering through the majestic windows of the door. The light was an arc of brilliant gold in the dark. 

She opened the door, the squeaking sound of the rusty hinges announcing her presence. Her gaze met his, confusion in the depth of her eyes. His attire giving away he was working for the king, if that was the case,  it would make them most definitely enemies. She had been searching for a way to be with Will for too long. There wasn’t a slightest chance she would let it slip through her finger so easily.  Slowly one hand found its way to the handle of her sword. ❝Captain Barbossa, what an unexpected meeting it is. ❞ There was a playful challenge in her gaze.  ❝I’m curious, do tell me why the master of the seven seas is dressed in those garments?❞  The meeting had happened so sudden, that she had failed to notice the wood that had replaced a part of his leg. She was wondering what was a more frightful sight to see. Him abandoning piracy to serve the king, or him missing a limb.  

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Twas a dispical act, one that many would find illegal. In the foggy morning on a docking station of Port Royal, a ship had just docked. Two mysterious men had appeared on the docks; one with a short, coarse, and rugged look whilst the other was lean and bony. On his left eye, he wore a patch. "I's told-che he's comin!" The short one growled at the lean sailor.

"I know's, he best hurries up in case the coppers come," the lean one replied. "Wha's that?" the short one asked. He pointed to a book the other sailor was holding. "Tis a book," he answered.

"A bloody book? I didn't know you could read, " he produced a quizzical look.

"Well, I get points fer tryin'" he answered in a short fuse.

"Shhh, he's here," the plump one nudged the lean sailor.

A man walked along the docks to greet his "business partners." He was an ageing man. His face was rough with grey hair smoothing back. The man wore a smart black business suit with leather shoes.

He walked up to the pair on the dock and clasped his hands together below his waist. "Gentleman," he greeted the pair. "Sir," the lean one replied.

"Tis it all in good condition," he smiled wryly.

"Aye, all of it, each indistinguishable from the rest," the lean one whispered.

The CEO businessman handed them a fair amount of notes. "Perfect," he grinned with a greedy glint in his eye.

The three men had met at exactly 5:00 in the morning by the docks to do a business shady exchange. He had been doing this for at least a few months now, and he hadn't been caught. He was sly in his tracks and cunning with the men he met. Ragetti and Pintel were just the epitome of the scheme. Two trusted sailors who had dealt and gambled their way in a life of crime.

Hector, the CEO, was involved with trading and selling forged art. He had gained a massive amount, and yet, no one had found out. Not a single person--or so he thought.

@captainofthepearl

As Chief Inspector for London's police, Jame Norrington found himself engrossed in yet another intriguing case. The scene before him unfolded like a vivid painting, with two mysterious figures engaged in what seemed to be a clandestine transaction. The shorter man, coarse and rugged, emitted an air of danger, while his companion, lean and bony, exuded a sense of cunning. Their presence alone sent shivers down my spine, signaling that something illicit was afoot.

He strained to overhear their conversation, revealing the exchange of a book. Curiosity piqued, James silently observed the interaction, intrigued by the unexpected literate abilities of the lean sailor. Their hushed tones and apprehensive glances indicated a deep concern for the arrival of someone important.

As the fog began to dissipate, a middle-aged man, distinguished yet weathered, approached the dock. Clasping his hands together, he exuded an air of authority and greed. The exchange that followed confirmed my suspicions—the presence of counterfeit art, a web of deception spun by this corrupt CEO, Hector Barbossa. His cunning was undeniable, as he had successfully eluded detection for months, manipulating the unsuspecting souls of Ragetti and Pintel, who had been lured into a life of crime.

Despite Barbossa's confidence, James knew that my time had come to intervene. The law would not turn a blind eye to such flagrant acts of forgery and illicit trade. The puzzle pieces were falling into place, and James resolved to expose this criminal network, unmasking Barbossa's intricate web of deceit

As he stood there, the urge to call for backup tugged at the back of Norrington's mind. However, a seasoned inspector knows the value of timing and the element of surprise. Revealing his presence and summoning assistance would not only jeopardize the operation but also tip off Barbossa and his accomplices. He couldn't afford to let them slip through his fingers.

In a split-second decision, James decided to take matters into his own hands. Stepping forward he drew his weapon, its metallic gleam catching the early morning light. Interrupting their meeting, the cop couldn't resist injecting a touch of banter into the tense atmosphere. "Well, well, gentlemen,, a wry smile playing on his lips. "It seems this is one business transaction that won't go as smoothly as you had hoped."

The surprise on their faces was priceless as the cop made his presence known. With weapon poised and ready, he prepared to confront Barbossa and his henchmen head-on. It was a risky move, but sometimes, taking calculated risks was the only way to achieve success. As the seconds ticked away, James braced himself for what was about to unfold. @captainofthepearl

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@captainofthepearl

Tortuga, it was a place Cleo had been a few times before setting sail to Neverland. The crew of the Jolly Roger had turned into myth, vanishing from the seven seas entirely. Yet here stood the young woman, rum in hand, leaning against the wooden pillar as she listened into a few conversations. Of course her Pirate name was known on these waters, Red Handed Jill. Tattoos evident upon her neck although they weren't the typical nautical tattoos, no, they were large and in the shape of ruins. Anyone who saw those knew exactly who she was.

Her ears pricked up upon hearing Neverland come into a conversation, she had sworn never to go back. Not to that damned island where immortality was real, fairies roamed the lands and mermaids graced the shores. "I can assure you boys" Cleo began, "If you go that route you won't ever find the Never shores" She walked forward, placing her rum on the table beside them. "You'll need a Pirate who has graced those waters" She then sat herself down, "And you have?" One of the pirates asked, "Aye. I have and if you try going that way then you are sure to find certain death heading your way"

[mvrtogg]

@captainofthepearl gets a starter!

Murtogg was a bit shocked to hear the Captain Barbossa wanted to personally speak to him in his cabin. Mullroy was sure Murtogg was going to get a tongue lashing over something but neither could make out as to what it was over. They already got flogged over the fire last year, so that wasn't it. Murtogg made sure to be on his best behavior after that happened. He only drank rum when it was available to him, so he knew it wasn't over being drunk on deck either. Yet, the pirate was scared. Barbossa was a bit difficult to work under, but Murtogg remained loyal to the man. After all, where would he be if it weren't for the captain?

Cautiously, Murtogg approached the cabin. Eyes glancing over to Mullroy who gave the least sympathetic look his way. His hand on the door, he knocked before being allowed inside. "Y'wanted to see me, sir?" he gulped, looking at the man before him. Gold plated everything surrounded him in the cabin. Much of which he did help gather from their previous raids.

[scottishoctopus]

Jones, whaddya say ta' an accord o' some sorta exchange involvin' Jack Sparrah

(@captainofthepearl)

"Ah would say that yeh have my interest. What sort of exchange do yah propose tah me, Captain Barbossah?" Jones questions as he takes out his smoking pipe and lights it, awaiting for the reply of the other intriguing captain of the Black Pearl.

[starsailingcaptain]

🍖 - GLUTTONY - What are my muses Vices?  What do they indulge in to the point of self harm or health risk?  What do they not know when to stop?

@captainofthepearl

There are two sides of the coin that define Hook's vices, both feeding into each other. Where most men have food, wine, sex, or some other matter that consumes Hook's overall vice is

ARROGANCE

He can't let it go. No matter what it is, he has to be the master of it. in some way he has to be the "perfect man". His arrogance is held up by two pillars that feed and eat into each other like a self-consuming snake.

PRIDE - Hook can't admit defeat, nor back down from a challenge. He defines himself by his success, and has the work ethic to prove it. This could be a virtue in some ways, as it drives him to do his best at all things he puts his mind to, including how he treats others when he is feeling selfless.

SHAME - Hook knows his defeats, and like all of us is intimately aware of his own weaknesses, failures, et cetera. This shame can lead into self-destructive behavior at his worse like over-training, alcoholism, and abusive crusades upon his crew and his mental health.

At night he lies awake unable to let go - to move on and accept imperfection - and like Pan is trapped in an all-consuming spiral of fear that drives him ever and ever on into the darkness...

[notaprincessaqueen]

Watching pirates for my birthday and thinking of @captainofthepearl

[westerosiqueens]

Rhaenyra @captainofthepearl

"Captain." The disputed queen nodded briskly to him. She did not often come to the docks herself, but she had known Barbossa for a long time and she knew the value of his visits when he happened by the little island fortress. "I'm glad to see you though it's been some time. You weren't expected at Dragonstone, but you're welcome, as always, and more if you know news from up the coast."

[lieutenantselnia]

My part of an art/edit trade with @captainofthepearl featuring Hector and their OC Lora! I loved drawing this, they are such a beautiful couple and honestly it's so nice to see Hector's older self getting love too💖💖🥺

Alternate version below the cut :)

[timeguardiansarchive]

Poised and astonishingly resolute, Elizabeth's dark eyes fix upon the dreaded man. She grits her teeth, clenching down with the sheer strength of her resolve. BLOODY PIRATES!!! She internally curses her misfortune and her companion.

"Why, then, is it the acceptable course of action when you do it?" She gracelessly challenges. "If rumors are to be believed, didn't you steal the Pearl and run, leaving her other Captain on some god-forsaken Island? And you've been running for some time now. Haven't you?"

She turns a tempting apple about in her porcelain fingers, cautiously optimistic about the lustered, unblemished skin. Swann can't decide if it's truly worth tempting fate to satiate such a base desire as hunger. "So if you can not outrun the world," she coyly starts with her eyes flickering back up to him and away from the apple, "then what exactly do you intend to do?"

"Thinkin' of running, Mrs Turner? Think you can outrun the world? You know the problem with being the last of anything, by and by there be none left at all." Barbossa spoke with a coarse tone.

[itismissswann]

Starter for @captainofthepearl  || The Pirate Bride

Elizabeth watched in horror as the blade slit the delicate skin of Bootstrap Bill Turner’s only son. She remembered how the same blade had cut her palm, how it had stung. But it wasn’t her blood they needed. Eyes watched as the blood stained medallion tumbled down from Will’s hand, joining the rest of the pieces, like it had always been fate to once reunite again. She struggled, but her efforts to escape the firm hold of the pirates seemed hopeless. 

The Royal Navy had either abandoned this hell-bound mission, or were defeated by the undead pirates. It hadn’t been a fair fight, but pirates didn’t fight fair now did they. 

Moonlight traveled through the night with graceful ease, lightening their path back to the Black Pearl. This time the moonbeams didn’t transform them into living skeletons, not tormented by hunger and thirst any longer. No, they were just mortals now, just like her. The fog that had always followed the ship like a faithful companion had disappeared along with the holes in the sails. He could have left her in the cave with Jack and Will to starve, just like he had done before, but he hadn’t. 

When the wooden floorboards of the Pearl creaked beneath her, she turned to meet the Captain’s gaze, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head. “Why don’t you release me? I’m of no further value to you’” Elizabeth stated in her typical aristocratic tone.  She moved closer, watching him intently. His eyes were the blue of mountain lakes, hues that could tell various tales of the sea. They looked ominous and enchanting in the faint light of the lit lanterns. 

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@captainofthepearl

As seven-year-old James Norrington sprinted through the chaos, his heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. The thunderous roar of cannon-fire echoed in his ears, drowning out any semblance of safety. Tears streamed down his dirt-streaked face, his wide green eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion. The once familiar deck of his father's ship had transformed into a battlefield, and he was caught in the crossfire.

Determined to escape the relentless barrage, James darted behind a barrel, hoping to find solace in its meager protection. Trembling beneath his hiding spot, he clutched his beloved toy sword, seeking comfort in the familiar weight of the hilt. Each boom of a cannon sent tremors through his small frame, as if the entire world was crumbling around him. The overwhelming noise and destruction left him feeling small and insignificant, an innocent pawn in a game of grown-ups.

But as the cannon-fire subsided, a new sound emerged from the chaos—the creaking of wooden planks and the hushed voices of sailors. Peeking out from his hiding place, James saw a crew he didn't recognize, . Summoning every ounce of bravery he could muster, he scurried across the deck, his tiny legs carrying him to hide under the stairs.

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[nerdqueenmari]

Casual appreciation for @captainofthepearl for his most supreme pirate energy and aesthetic

[mvrtogg]

"Calm down, lad, we made it unscathed, n' intact"

(@captainofthepearl reaction for "Calm down we are safe").

from this meme [ x ].

Out of breath, Murtogg looked over toward his Captain. He did his best to keep the man from harm. To be a good pirate, but this was just ... stressful. It made him panic ( and the whole ordeal was silly really ). At-least the event was over now and apparently the Revenge won. He, Captain Barbossa, Mullroy, and most of the crew survived. "I -- I know Sir ---it's just --- I think I might've --- no -- I've been stabbed." he felt the pain in the side, before noticing the blood seeping through his waistcoat. "They were going after you, Sir ---." he didn't get the rest of his sentence out before he felt very lightheaded all of a sudden, and before he realized he fainted.

[swannofthesea]

Barbossa greeted Elizabeth as if she were an old friend, "Mrs Turner".

(@captainofthepearl)

She had been in a less populated section of the island’s marketplace when she heard a familiar voice. This was one she had not expected, definitely not at this port.

Hearing the name grace her ears, one that had not been used in some time, made her heart stop for a moment. Turning her head to face an old acquaintance, her eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Barbossa,” she gaped, the corners of her mouth threatening to curve upwards. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” This was a man she had wanted to kill at one point in her life, but ended up knowing one another as equal. It had been some time since their last encounter.