#(jolly roger ii)

[mistfunk]

Mistigram: She's smiling, but there's something to be wary of in this dreadlocked woman's grin. (I think she's sizing up the fresh meat.) This #ANSIart promo for Jolly Roger BBS was drawn by the tireless Zeus II and included in the MIST1023 artpack collection released one year ago.

[captainjamesjoneshook]

@apirateslifefor--smee

James' eyes lit up at the sight of the phone, thought it had been lost along the way. Be it from when they were cutting his trousers off of him for surgery, when they were hauling him up into the ambulance, when Mr. Smee'd had to bring him ashore, or–

Or when he'd been hanging over the edge of the Jolly Roger.

He wasn't the sort of person who backed up his phone or saved his photos anywhere. So if the phone had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, all the things stored away in it would be there, too. All the photos of Squeaky. His folder of memes. The notes app filled to the brim with random thoughts that would come to mind, grocery lists he'd forget to delete.

Voice mails and his text conversation with his father.

"Couldn't forget it if I wanted to," he replied, like he always did when Mr. Smee would ask him that question. Though it was only said with half the sarcasm he usually put into it, the rest just sounded...tired.

"Thank you," James added. "For everything."

Déjà Vu || Jolly Roger II

[planesawesome]

A U.S. Navy McDonnell F-4J-43-MC Phantom II (BuNo 157292) from Fighter Squadron VF-84 Jolly Rogers on the aircraft carrier USS Franklin D. Roosevelt (CVA-42), in 1970.

image/Jim Readon YN2, USN

[havendance]

Velveteen vs The Masterpost

When I was in high school, I stumbled across Seanan McGuire’s series of “Velveteen vs.” stories, staring Velma “Velveteen” Martinez, a former child superhero with the power to animate toys, who stumbles from one misadventure to the next. Taking place in a world where superheroics is run almost entirely by a single corporation and child heroes are put through some of the worst abuses of child stars, the series features fun characters, worldbuilding, and relationships, and of course, cool fight scenes. In true comics fashion, it ends on a rather open-ended note and, as far as I can tell, she hasn’t written any stories since 2017, but most of the main arcs are tied up and I definitely recommend you check them out!

(I became obsessed with these stories after finding them. An example of me getting into comics before I actually got into comics.)

(Thank you to https://broken-engines.blogspot.com/ for compiling directory of story links I could borrow for this post.)

Velveteen vs. The Isley Crayfish Festival

Velveteen vs. The Coffee Freaks

Velveteen vs. The Flashback Sequence

Velveteen vs. The Old Flame

Velveteen vs. The Junior Super Patriots, West Coast Division

Velveteen vs. The Eternal Halloween

Velveteen vs. The Ordinary Day

Velveteen vs. Patrol

Velveteen vs. The Blind Date

Velveteen vs. Blacklight vs. Sin-Dee, Part I

Velveteen vs. Blacklight vs. Sin-Dee, Part II

Velveteen vs. The Holiday Special

Velveteen vs. The Secret Identity

Martinez and Martinez v. Velveteen

Velveteen vs. The Alternate Timeline, Part I

Velveteen vs. The Alternate Timeline, Part II

Velveteen vs. The Retroactive Continuity

Velveteen Presents Victory Anna vs. All These Stupid Parallel Worlds

Velveteen vs. The Uncomfortable Conversation

Velveteen vs. Bacon

Velveteen vs. The Robot Armies of Dr. Walter Creelman, DDS

Velveteen vs. The Fright Night Sorority House Massacre Sleepover Camp

Velveteen vs. Vegas

Velveteen Presents Victory Anna vs. The Difficulties With Pan-Dimensional Courtship

Velveteen vs. Legal

Velveteen Presents Jackie Frost vs. Four Conversations and a Funeral

Velveteen vs. Jolly Roger

Velveteen vs. Everyone, Part I

Velveteen vs. Everyone, Part II

Sponsorship: Velveteen vs. The Epilogue

Velveteen vs. The Aftermath

Velveteen vs. Hypothermia

Velveteen vs. Santa Claus

Velveteen vs. Global Warming

Velveteen Presents The Princess vs. Public Relations

Velveteen vs. The Thaw

Velveteen vs. Balance

Velveteen vs. Spring Cleaning

Velveteen Presents Polychrome vs. The Court of Public Opinion and Not Punching Anyone

Velveteen vs. The Melancholy of Autumn

Velveteen vs. A Disturbing Number of Crows

Velveteen vs. Trick or Treat

Velveteen Presents Action Dude vs. Doing the Right Thing

Velveteen vs. The Consequences of Her Actions

Velveteen vs. Going Home Again

Velveteen vs. Everything You Ever Wanted

Velveteen vs. The Retroactive Continuity (2)

Velveteen Presents Jacqueline Claus vs. The Lost and the Found

Velveteen vs. Recovery

Velveteen vs. Temptation

[dangerousthingobservation]

F-4 / VF-84 "Jolly Rogers"

F-4B/N/J Phantom II `VF-84 Jolly Rogers`

[captainjamesjoneshook]

@apirateslifefor--smee

James watched Mr. Smee as he spoke, unable to help but wonder who they was referring to.

Those that had spoken out against Gaston specifically? The town in general? Or...Magicks?

Because in that case, James was looped into that group whether he liked it or not, and it made his stomach clench with fear. A deep seated kind that had taken root in him since he had been a child. It made him swallow thickly as the feeling started to crawl its way up his throat.

He quickly washed it down, along with the hefty helping of irony that came with Mr. Smee telling him to keep his secrets close to his chest. As if he wasn't holding one right under the older man's nose and doing so because he was selfish, not wanting Mr. Smee to look at him any differently and leave.

"I will. No offense to Gaston, may he rest in peace, but I'm not going to go around shouting it from the rooftops. Or the internet, for that matter," he said with a little shake of his head before he paused, eyes squinting a touch. "You...you don't think whoever did it would come after us? I mean, I know we were his mates and dad wasn't exactly this town's biggest fan but...we haven't done anything particularly murder worthy, right?"

Up in Smoke | Jolly Roger II

[hannahhook7744]

The Hook Family in my au (including their 'partners', pets, and next gen) Moodboards (Part 2);

Present:

Alala Hook.

Second (murderous) wife of Captain James Hook.

Bio mom of Hope Hook; adoptive mom of Hort and Hookling Hook. Stepmother of Peter Pan, Harriet Hook, Harry Hook, Calista Jane Hook, and Ally Liddell (she was adopted by Alice and Pinocchio in this).

She doesn't work.

No one is quite sure how old she is because she's a siren.

Harriet Teuta Hook.

Future Wife of Anthony Tremaine-Lathyn.

Future Mother of Annalise Tremaine-Lathyn-Hook, Thomas 'Tommy' Tremaine-Lathyn-Hook, and Katherine 'Katie' Tremaine-Lathyn-Hook.

She is the captain of the Queen's Fury, a member of Diego's band—The Bad Apples, and a worker at Hook's inlet and Shack as well as at Hook's Clock & Curiosity Shop.

She's 18 going on 19 years old (in d1).

Ginevra 'Ginny' Flower (ironic given she's allergic to them) Gothel.

Future Wife of Clay Clayton.

Future Mother of Gabe, Tim, Connie, and May Clayton.

She plays the tambourine and harmonica (and sings a bit) in Diego's band—The Bad Apples—and is the chefmate in Harriet Hook's crew. She also works sporadically at Hook's inlet and Shack, Hook's Clock & Curiosity Shop, and Mother Gothel's Healing Emporium (she also featured briefly in 'Skin Deep With Mother Gothel' and hated every minute of it).

She's 18 going on 19 years old (in d1).

Peter Pan.

Future Husband of Moira Banning.

Future Father of Maggie and Jack Banning.

Leader of the lost children of Neverland.

He's twelve going on thirteen physically and mentally (in d1-d3).

Harrison 'Harry' Alistair Hook.

Future Husband of Uma Athanasiou, Gil LeGume, Chad Charming, and Audrey Rose.

Future Father of Mordermore, Konstantinos, Manon, and Vassilis Rose-Athanasiou (they spun a wheel to decide the last name).

First Mate of the Lost Revenge (Forever), Worker at Auradon Prep (Formerly), and Worker at Hook's inlet and Shack & Hook's (Formerly) & Clock & Curiosity Shop (Formerly). Founder of the scammers and pickpockets club.

He's fifteen going on sixteen (in d1).

Calista 'C.J' Jane Hook. 

Future Wife of Freddie Facilier and Zevon Sorcerer of Enchancia.

Future Mother of Carter Zoran Hook.

Worker at Hook's inlet and Shack & Hook's & Clock & Curiosity Shop. Future Owner of Great Grandmumsie Hook's/Bluebeard's ship—The Avenger.

She's thirteen going on fourteen (in d1).

Allison 'Ally' Ludovica Collodi-Rossi-Liddell/Adelais Zaria Hook II.

Future Wife of Jordan Ayad.

Future Mother of Malik Ayad-Liddell.

Caterer at Mad For Tea, Leader of an Acapella Group, and Future Private Detective.

She's thirteen going on fourteen (in d1) and is Cj's long lost twin (who was adopted by Alice and Pinocchio Collodi-Rossi-Liddell).

Hannah Artemis Hook/Xena Mechthildis Quenby Villa Princeps-Guarder.

Future Wife of Haul Bjorgman.

Future Mother of Metta, Everett, and Ashton.

Captain of The Stormbringer (Forever), Writer (Forever), BDA Detective in Training (Former), and Worker at Hook's inlet and Shack & Hook's & Clock & Curiosity Shop.

She's twelve going on thirteen (in d1) and is adopted.

Hookling Holden Hook.

Adopted son of Alala and James Hook.

Future Owner of Hook's Clock & Curiosity Shop, as well as his uncle Jasper Hook's ship—the Rake.

He's three (in d1) but isn't adopted until the barrier is brought down when he's five (in d3).

Horton 'Hort' Cannon Hook.

Adopted son of Alala and James Hook.

May or may not be the Future Husband of Sophie Witcher (still deciding).

Future Owner of the Serpent's Cry (Grandma Hook's Ship) and Teacher at Serprent Prep.

He's one (in d1) but isn't adopted until the barrier is brought down when he's three (in d3).

Hope Aegea Hook.

Daughter of Alala and James Hook.

Siren and Future Owner of Hook's inlet and Shack & The Jolly Roger.

She is born in d2.

[usafphantom2]

F-4B Phantom II VF-84🏴‍☠️☠️”FEAR THE BONES”

Jolly Rogers. A suitable sight for Monday

@CcibChris via X

[piraterefrigerator]

I'm redesigning the cs wedding and no one can stop me

This is literally a royal wedding, the canon wedding was just not enough, we deserved more. There should have been a wedding EPISODE

Also in my design they get to have their entire wedding AND wedding night and Fiona lets them have it because I said so. No curse immediately after, no lives endangered until at least the morning after

First base is Emma's outfit. I didn't like her dress and I didn't like her hair

First of all she gets this dress

It's really pretty, it's not traditional (aka plain white), the sleeves have kinda swan vibes, she would feel so so pretty in this dress like she should

Next her hair. Emma has BEAUTIFUL hair and yet they felt the need to hide it all away in what was basically the Dark Swan bun during the wedding and for WHY

THIS HAIR. Her hair is still down and flowy and showing off how beautiful it is but the front of her hair won't distract from the dress as it's pulled back in the braid

Second base is Killian's outfit. I actually had no beef with his outfit because it was very suited to him but I just wanna change a couple details to match my theme

THIS TIE AND FLOWER THINGY TO MATCH THE RED ON EMMA'S DRESS

AND THESE EARRINGS

Third base is guest list. The cs wedding consisted entirely of extras for the sake of the song and that pisses me off. Here's a list of who wasn't there but should have been, feel free to add anyone I missed or critique my decisions

Killian's crew. He doesn't have alot of people that aren't Emma's family but he does have them, and he spent 200 years with them. They're his friends and they should be at his wedding

Tink

Belle (forgive me if she was there and I missed her)

Ariel

Liam II (he's literally Killian's only remaining family, please god let him go to the wedding)

Nemo

Also I think Granny was there but she definitely is in my design and she pinches Killian and Emma's cheeks because I said so

Home plate is venue. Y'all know what's about to go down

GIVE ME WEDDING ON THE JOLLY ROGER

I love Henry but dude! Shut your mouth! Killian's one and only venue suggestion got shot down immediately because of a stupid excuse. And it would have plenty of room for everyone if they didn't feel the need to perform a musical number mid wedding (I love the song so so much and I love the musical episode but the song was the entire wedding and I hate that)

They could decorate it all nice, they could put roses and ribbons everywhere, Emma could get ready in the captain's quarters

It could've been so much more magical than they made it so I fixed it and made it magical you're welcome✨️✨️

[black-arcana]

VISIONS OF ATLANTIS Release 'Monsters' Single From Upcoming 'Pirates II - Armada' Album

The pirates of VISIONS OF ATLANTIS have released "Monsters", the second single from their upcoming studio album, titled "Pirates II - Armada", which is set for release on July 5, 2024 via Napalm Records. The new successor to their high-charting previous release, "Pirates" (2022),is set as high as the waves cresting the Jolly Roger — taking everything that has been achieved to date to another level. With the second chapter of the pirates' saga, VISIONS OF ATLANTIS prove that they are more than ready to claim the crown of symphonic metal.

"Monsters" is a haunting musical adventure illustrating the confrontation with inner monsters, beginning with calm passages that burst into a rhythmic refrain, showing off the full musical power of the pirate queen Clémentine Delauney and brave captain Michele Guaitoli. With this preview of the second chapter of the pirates’ saga, VISIONS OF ATLANTIS prove that they are more than ready to claim the crown of symphonic metal and are eager to take stages by storm on their European tour this fall. Their raid will begin with their fulminant album release show in Aschaffenburg on July 6, 2024 and will be continued in the fall with the extensive "Armada" tour boasting 33 shows all over Europe — the biggest headliner tour of their promising career so far.

Guaitoli comments: "We fought the raging storms, the most dreadful foes and the darkest nights. Yet the worst enemy appears to be something we cannot face with cannons and sabers. This battle will be the hardest, as it’s time to look straight the eyes of the 'Monsters' inside of us. Proud and without fears, we're ready. Are you?"

Ship's log: July 5, 2024; High Seas

"A new day of sailing begins, the wind on our side, and the sea speaks of recent battles. The air feels fresh - Hypocrisy, greed, envy - hearts of the old world finally disclose their deluded truth. Old leaders are losing ground, their lies are getting worse, and darkness creeps in. Each sunny day hides a coming storm, nature testing our strength for the last battle.

"We've become pirates as their counterparts, free-spirited and true at heart. Navigating storms that try to make us doubt, we see the light in the darkness. The old truth is fading, making room for a new story. Our destiny is in our hands, in our hearts, in every step we take. Reconnecting with ourselves, we touch the essence of life we share with all creatures. Together, unstoppable, connected to the truth, guided by the sun and storms.

"We'll rule the oceans, the mainland, every street, every house, spreading hope. Our pirate cries will last for centuries, with ancestors humming our tunes, our words sung in the new world we create. Our glory will live on forever. United as one force, one army, under a final ARMADA."

Emotions, depth, richness of sound. Not only a record, but a true hurricane of feelings is what VISIONS OF ATLANTIS delivers with the new album, "Pirates II - Armada". On a journey in which listeners face their own battles and cannot resist joining the "Armada", VISIONS OF ATLANTIS will have listeners facing the "Monsters" inside them, with catchy melodies destined to endlessly stick in their mind. The uplifting "Tonight I'm Alive" surprises and captivates with the rhythms of a pirate party on the eve of combat, with the electrifying rumble of a hurricane — a unique, uncharted showcase of talent from VISIONS OF ATLANTIS. The burning flames of "Hellfire" enchant the listener before the sweetness of delicate melodies accompany them "Underwater". The cinematic adventure of seven-minute-plus masterpiece "The Dead Of The Sea" conjures the salty scent of the sea, making the listener feel — in every melodic twist and theatrical orchestral hit — the cannons firing and the battle raging. Listeners will shed a tear while mourning under the melody of "Ashes To The Sea".

"Pirates II - Armada" track listing:

01. To Those Who Choose To Fight 02. The Land Of The Free 03. Monsters 04. Tonight I'm Alive 05. Armada 06. The Dead Of The Sea 07. Ashes To The Sea 08. Hellfire 09. Collide 10. Magic Of The Night 11. Underwater 12. Where The Sky And Ocean Blend

Photo by Robert Eikelpoth / Photo editing by Blake Armstrong

[lolitac0re]

Blog & request rules.

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- [III] i might not post on american holidays! i am usually doing something to celebrate the holiday!

That’s all! Bye Bye! have a great day!

[kickingitwithkirk]

La Princesse Vierge

Pairing: Pirate!Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 5296

Warnings:  pirate ship attack, cursing, show level violence, p/v sex, fingering, cunnilingus, a pinch of dub/con

Squares filled: @spnkinkbb -Hair Pulling @j3bingo - “Can I kiss you?” @spnaubingo -Pirate AU  @spnmixedbingo -Sam @winchesterandbeyondbingo -virgin @anyfandomgoesbingo -Bodyguard AU @howbadcanitbebingo -Magical Healing Cock @anyfandomdarkbingo -aquaphilia @witchsambingo -solitary witch

Winchester brothers art inspiration and here

A/N: Thank you to @justagirlinafandomworld and @b3autyfuldisast3r for helping pick bingo squares inspiring this story

A/N II: Once again, brevity is not in my vocabulary

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

The sound of men shouting and heavy thumping on the timbers started me from my slumber and by the time on the carriage clock, it was pre-dawn. 

I barely had the sash of my robe tied when the cabin door unlocked flying open and my guardian rushed in, still attired in his night clothes, hair askew, shouting something when the first cannonball slammed into the ship's hull making me stagger. 

Righting myself I pushed past him making for the main deck and finding it in chaos when I emerged from under the poop deck. 

The British officers rushed around me barking orders, crew climbing the rigging to secure lines on the yardarm that had been damaged so the sails didn't fully collapse as the ship shudders from the pounding it’s taking and our cannons returning fire.

I made my way onto the forecastle and froze seeing a dark, ominous, and easily twice the size of our ship flying a Jolly Roger seconds before it fires again.

The blast hitting near the waterline knocks me off my feet. 

I scurry to the closest railing wrapping my arms around one of the spindles can barely understand Captain Barrows shouting orders from the helm as he turns the wheel, maneuvering the ship so the sails can catch more wind and will allow us to outrun the significantly heavier ship.

The captain finished spinning the wheel only to realize he’d steered directly in line with another ship, equal to our attacker's size, bearing down fast upon us leaving him no choice but to call for the white flag of surrender to be raised. 

The air is thick with cannon smoke and tension as grappling hooks fly over the port side sinking into the wood and dragging us towards the first ship as the second comes along starboard pinning us between them. 

Planks are extended allowing the marauders to come aboard with guns and cutlasses drawn, rounding up the crew and disarming them. I was led to stand off to the side with my guardian and officers awaiting the pirate captain's arrival.

During the time we were waiting the raiders methodically unload everything of value from the ship's stores as their quartermaster takes inventory against the ship's manifest and paused speaking to a burly pirate, who’d been silently observing the going on when a handsome, sturdily built man made his way across the deck to them.

He’s taller up close, clad in a well-worn ensemble; cropped dark blonde hair under a wide-brimmed, woven straw hat, a jerkin over belted thigh length, open tunic showing smooth skin covered with a dusting of cinnamon freckles, made more prominent by the Caribbean sun, below the knee trousers, hose and and and tall leather boots.

Watching him converse with the burly one I felt envious of his full lips and long lashes when his verdant eyes drifted over to me causing several of the officers to attempt closing ranks to hide me only to find several guns pointed at them to stop. 

I definitely glared directly when the man’s wicked chartreuse eyes framed with long, thick lashes traversed my scandalously underclad body, blatantly staring at my breasts and smiling in an unsettling manner.

 “Looks like we’re gonna get some fun after all Benny.” 

That’s when my guardian pushed forward and said the stupidest things, “how dare you..you pirate pig! When the king hears about this..”

“Stop flapping that tongue or I’ll do it for ya,” Benny threatens in a bastardized French accent reaching for the knife hilt protruding from his boot when the other slaps the back of his hand against his chest and calmly remarks in his deep, gravelly voice, “relax Benny, let's hear what the man has to say before you collect another trophy.”

My guardian's eyes boggle when Captain Barrow spoke up. “Take whatever items you wish then allow us to proceed to our destination.”

The quartermaster points out something in the manifest to Benny made him grin, take it and drapes his arm over the other's shoulders.

“Deano, the rougir mariée is King George’s niece, Countess Y/L/N, heading for her nuptials to the prestigious Governor of Antigua and lookie..ol’ George sent a dowry.”

“Dean Winchester?” 

The Captain's eyes widened as there was a restless murmuring amongst the offices, many seem to lose their resolve realizing who had captured us.

“The one and only,” he smirked, canting his head to the right, “ya’ catch who we have the honor of being in the presence of Sammy?”

Captain Barrow follows his line of sight and standing a few feet away a man blocking the view with his tremendous height and breadth of shoulders is tapping long fingers on the hilt of a cutlass. He is clad in the same manner as this Dean except for a jacket and the open tunic reveals his golden-hued, moderately-haired, muscular torso. 

The subtle sea breeze stirs the ends of his longish, chestnut streaked with coppery tints hair, tied back under a tricorn hat is without a doubt the most incredibly striking man I’ve ever seen.

“It’s Sam,”  he emphasized in a deep, honey-whisked voice, ”and we mutually agreed not to get sidetracked again, we’re already late for our rendezvous.”

“Aww, don’t be like that little brother. Gordon will understand when he sees what the king's benevolence has sent our way.” Dean crooks a finger at me, “come here, wench.”

No man outside the King had ever dared speak to me in such an impertinent manner makes my spine stiffen and Dean’s eyes narrowed, not pleased with my defiance came over grabbed my wrist jerked me out of my indignant repose.

I soundly slapped him.

His eyes boggled for a brief moment then drew back his arm and I closed my eyes bracing for his physical assault. 

It never came.

I cracked one eye open and gasped; hovering scant inches from my nose was his fist enclosed in the much larger one of his younger brother.

“Do you realize the amount of trouble your impetuousness has brought upon us, big brother?” 

Dean twistes his hand lose and stepping within earshot lowered his voice, “you think the kings gonna get pissed over losing her? She’s obviously not of much value since he refused her her rightful title.” 

I blinked in surprise. 

Dean presents himself as a common pirate but even out here in the middle of nowhere has contacts within the court who supply information of the goings on of the Palace. 

Dean gestures to Benny for the ship's manifest, “look at her dowry, this ship's stores have more monetary value.” Sam took the book, its pages made his lips turn downward. 

“Old George’s marrying her off as a reward to some bureaucrat instead of brokering a new alliance by marriage with France or Spain, so his loss is our gain. We could make quite a bit of coin selling her to Zachariah.”

Benny interjected, “ya’ brothers right on ‘dis one cher. Zachariah be willing to pay handsomely for royal blood, even outta favor. Plus being a vierge makes her a more délicieux morsel to offer up.” 

Sam hands the manifest back to Benny as his uniquely colored eyes traverse over me and I feel a sensation of pleasure?

I found myself sitting on a water barrel on the deck of this ship, The Charger after Dean lost some strange game called rock, paper, scissors.

Over the horizon, I can barely make out the longboat, with what was left of Captain Barrow's crew (and my former guardian) rowing away while his ship sunk into the fathoms wondering if it would’ve been a kinder fate to have gone down with it.

Sensing someone I turn to see an innocent looking young man wave at me.  “Hi, I’m Jack, the Captain requests that you join him below deck please.”

The please surprised me, “and if I refuse?”

Jack's face turns serious, “you don’t want to know what happened to the last person who did that.”

~~~

Captain Winchester and his first mate, a short, older man named Crowley, are hunched over a map table barely gaze up at my arrival, continuing on with their discussion. I take the opportunity to look around at the spacious, well-organized, not cluttered with ill-gotten gains, cabin. 

There's an oak dining table seating six, a rolltop writing desk with several rolled documents lying neatly on it, and strangely, a bookcase running along the wall nearest me followed the progression of its various volumes, so absorbed I stumbled face-first upon an overly large bed realizing these are the Captain's personal quarters.

“I’ve never had a woman fall into my bed enraptured by my literature.”

Embarrassed by my oft-clumsiness making itself known, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, “well, it is truly impressive,” peering up to find myself staring straight at his..”cock?”

“Now I have had many a woman say that.”

I dropped my face back into the bed feeling a blush coursing from my toes to the top of my head when he burst out laughing, gripped my arm, and hauls me upright. I knew he was big and, though I am not as delicate a specimen as a lady is expected to be, he is massive this close.

“Let’s start over by properly introducing ourselves,“ he steps back, bowing elegantly, “Dr. Sameul Winchester, previously personal physician to the Governor of Montauk, currently captain of The Charger.”

My mouth dropped, “how does one go from such a prestigious profession to..”

His lips, how does a man have such pretty pink lips, quirk, “a scourge and scallywag of his majesty's providences? It started when my father was accused of treason.”

A vague memory of an overheard conversation tickles the back of my mind, “your father was Sir John Winchester, the shipbuilder?” 

“He was part of a consortium that found out several of the king's advisers were in cahoots with Spain during the War of Succession.”

I remember the turmoil that conflict caused for years as he poured an amber liquid into two goblets and hands me one.

 “I lodged a complaint through the governor about his innocents. Subsequently, I was arrested and found guilty of insurrection against the crown.”

“That is outrageous! If the King was made aware of such a miscarriage..”

“It was all done on the Lord Chancellor's orders,” Sam bitterly bit out sitting at the table's head, “spent the next two years at the oars.” I sat down in the chair next to him sickened, having heard rumors about the Lord Chancellor, knowing of what deceptions some would resort to for power.

“I was then auctioned off to a plantation owner and worked at the grindstone when the niece of the island's governor did me a favor. I spent the rest of my time as his personal physician before several of us orchestrated our liberation.” 

“We hid out for months on uninhabited islands Crowly knew from his time on a naval ship in these waters caught wind that Dean had escaped England, ironically on the first ship our father had constructed, The Impala.”

He stared into his cup, “it took another five months of dodging his majesty's navy before he found us and now,” he gestures with one large hand, ”I’m captain of the last ship our father built.”

He studied me with a clinical eye asking, “is what Dean said about your circumstances true?” 

I read in his handsome feature’s anything but the truth wouldn’t be tolerated and took a sip from the goblet to help steady my resolve wheezed from the strength of the spirits made him chuckle. 

Catching my breath I told him the abbreviated version.

~~~

King George I had an ongoing, private feud with one of his siblings, my father, for over two decades.

Upon my birth, the King refused me the title of a princess and instead granted countess as a slight to my father, rendering me almost valueless despite my prestigious lineage. 

Out of shame, my father sent me to live at Hatfield House, saying it was for my health and despite my family’s wealth, I grew up rather poor.  All household accounts were paid by my inheritance, adjusted for my lower rank, thus explaining my minuscule dowery. 

Five months ago, an envoy from London arrived announcing my marriage to the governor of one of his Majesty’s Caribbean provinces and after weeks of preparations my appointed guardian and I boarded Captain Barrow's ship bound for the Caribbean.

~~~

Captain Winchester, Sam, he insists I call him, gave me an unreadable expression before laying out some rules while aboard his ship; I had access to the main deck as long as I was accompanied by Jack, Crowley, or himself, otherwise confined to his quarters we’d both be sharing. 

I was scandalized, it wasn’t that I’d never shared a room before, I had with my governess, but to do so with a man I wasn’t wedded to, if anyone got wind of those arrangements, it’d malign me in society. 

Vehemently objecting I went a step too far in telling him when one overly large hand grabbed my loosely plaited hair and yanked me sideways I felt a strange but not unpleasant sensation traverse through me, a mixture of fear and pleasure.

He tightened his grip and said, “hate to break it to you princess, what you want doesn’t matter. My ship, my rules.” Keeping our eyes locked leans so close I could feel his rum-spiced breath caress my lips when a loud banging on the cabin door interrupts. 

He shouts what, listen to the message relayed, and, with a growl, releases me standing up unabashedly adjusting his engorged member before storming out, slamming the heavy oak door behind him.

When I’m able to feel my legs I shakily cross to the wash basin pouring some water into it and, in a very unladylike manner, dunk my face trying to compose myself but wasn’t helping, every fiber of my being hoped next time he manhandled me, he wouldn’t stop.

Captain Sam Winchester has proven to be a dichotomy and discombobulates me to no end!

Publicly he acts like a well-bred gentleman, even granting privacy when attending to my personal needs, then does a complete turnaround when his brother comes aboard, reverting to the crudeness associated with pirate ilk. 

During the evening meals, the rum flows freely and so does both brothers' lips, especially Dean's. I have had to resist the urge to punch his smug face, plastering on the polite smile I would fake at court when his conversation became pugnacious towards me. 

The last straw was when he indiscriminately pissed in a chamberpot and I fled, mortified, as both brothers laughed. 

At least Sam has shown discretion when it comes to his privy moments but proved true to his words with the other arrangements. The first night I’d made a pallet on the other side of the table, it was the furthest point with some semblance of privacy, instantly fell into an exhausted slumber. 

I was startled when he flung off my blanket and gripping my ankle dragged me across the floor screaming bloody murder when the cabins door burst open and his first mate charged in with pistol drawn.

Crowley assessed the situation and had the audacity to be amused at our tableau; Sam standing over me clad only in his breeches, my nightdress ripped, hanging off a shoulder with the hem bunched up around the top of my thighs barely covering my pudendum.

 “Might I suggest gagging her if she's going to protest your romantic overtures Moose, some of us need our beauty sleep.” 

“Fuck off Crowley!” 

“Oh, I intend to, dreaming about this,” and with a wicked grin, left and Sam returned his attention to me. “I told you we’d be sharing this room; that includes the bed. Get up and get into it now!”

With what decorum I could muster clutch my ripped bodice warily getting up, and edge around him ordered me to stop handed me the shirt he’d been wearing, “I don’t want you fussing with that torn rag all night.”

Turning so I had a semblance of privacy I gasped upon seeing his broad back littered with whipping scars move closer, lightly rubbing my fingers over them flinched and spun seizing my wrist. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have been subjected to..I have never condoned such treatment of anyone, no matter what.”

Not saying a word he shoved me towards the bed and I obediently climbed in mentally bracing myself for what was to come when he climbs in the other side and lays down with his back to me.

 “Good night, princess.”

Sleep eluded me for a long time, my mind occupied by this man sleeping next to me, like none I have ever met, and cannot figure out what game he was playing.

Six days later 

I found myself sitting on the beach of some obscure island half-listening to the brothers' conference as Gordon, whom I had taken an instant dislike to, scrutinized me.

Pressing my lips tight together, I vehemently try but cannot suppress my chortle over the item sitting on a crate in front of me any longer.

“What the hell so funny women?” Gordon snaps. 

Lifting my chin from my hand peer over at the darker-complected man, my senses tingling, warning me something about him is all wrong.

“I was wondering,” getting up to dust the sand off Jack’s spare breeches Sam insisted I wear in case we needed to make a quick exit, “if they know what the translation of bолшебный исцелеющий петух is?” 

The Winchesters exchanged looks, “seriously? Neither of you speaks Russian?”

Gordon’s eyes narrowed, “keep quiet or I’ll remove your tongue.”

Little did he know such threats would not scare me, they were nothing compared to the Kings during one of his fits of displeasure.

“The literal translation is Magical Healing Cock.”

They wore matching bewildered expressions, “it’s used in magical practices to help channel sexual energies of the participants while they are,” I made the crude gesture learned from Dean indicating a certain sexual act.

“What the..magical sex..how can you..you’re a virgin!” Dean stumbled out before turning on Gordon, “you lying sonuvabitch, thought you could cheat us!”

Gordon moved quickly, wrapping an arm around my neck placed his pistol against my temple, using me as a shield.

“Since we can’t come to terms, I’ll take the virgin as compensation, she’ll bring me quite a bit of coin at Le marché des esclave AHHHH!” 

Gordon's scream echoed across the beach when I sliced his arm with the engraved silver blade I was given years ago. the whites of his eyes disappear revealing what he was before the beach erupted into pandemonium. 

The Winchester's men engaged Gordon's crew in a bloody battle as I struggled to escape his hold saw the brothers simultaneously fire their pistols and felt one iron ball pass my cheek embedding into that bastard's face as the other enters his chest, his dead weight dragging us down.

But instead of dying, Gordon pinned me under him, wrapping both hands around my throat heard Dean begin reciting, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te..” 

Gordon looked up and flicked a hand sending Dean hurtling towards the treeline and Sam continued, “cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare, Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis..Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine..”

His voice choked off from the invisible force constructing his throat I managed to wheeze out, “quem inferi tremunt..Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!”

Gordon's head snapped back, his mouth exuding thick, black, sulfuric smoke plumes outward before penetrating the sand, the heat solidifying it into a jagged ring of black glass. The demons infesting his crew also smoked out to save themselves.

Benny checks Dean's bleeding head and helps him up, slapping his shoulder. Sam inspected my person, finding me uninjured except for finger-shaped bruises on my neck.

“Is this where the rogue pirate asks the princess can I kiss you?”

The surprise flickering across his face at my flippancy made Dean laugh, “alright princess, where the hell did you get that blade and learn to exorcize a demon?”

“My governess was from these islands. She passed her knowledge of the supernatural, and the blade, on to me.”

“Looks like the vierge is worth a lot more than I assumed,” Benny grudgingly remarked.

We spent the rest of the day split into groups:  I helped Sam attend to the injured, Dean led a group to search Gordon’s ship for anything worth salvaging while the rest gathered the bodies, rowing them out to deposit onboard setting it alight before sailing away.

In the pre-dawn light, the ships anchored in a deep water cove of another remote island to lay low for a few days, a chance to rest and recover plus replenish the water casks and some perishables. By late afternoon the necessities were squared away.

A tired-looking Sam had me gather bath sheets and a change of clothing while he grabbed some bread, cheese, and a small, tied bag, placing everything in a burlap sack then we boarded one of the longboats headed for shore.

He led us along a hidden path inland and noticed my fascination with the sight and sounds and began telling me the names of brightly colored birds, strange animals scurrying into the bush, and exotically scented flowers. 

My babbling with delight at finding fresh fruit and mint amuses him, gathering the fruit that’s out of my reach, and starts describing the variety of drinks and dishes they are used in to ward off scurvy..once a doctor.

I picked some of the mint leaves, added a few to the canteen, and began chewing on a couple when I heard running water follow the sound enter a secluded area with a small waterfall feeding a clear pool.

“I found this years ago, the waters are safe and no nasty critters to contend with,” Sam informed me, sitting the sack down on one of the flattened, water-smoothed rocks surrounding the pool digging out the small bag handed me one of the soap cakes.

The one thing I hated the most after leaving England was the inability to cleanse properly, especially my hair, for weeks, only allowed a cursory wipe down daily from the one water cask I was allotted. 

“We won’t be disturbed so take as long as you like. I’ll be on the other side,” he pointed to a grouping of bushes, “and able to hear you.”

Spending the night covered in sand, ash, and blood I wanted to tear my clothes off and dive in instead hesitantly asking, “are you still planning on selling me to this Alistair?”

“I haven’t decided.”

“Keeping me would be advantageous for you.”

Sam leaned against a Bannon tree crossing his arms, “explain to me how keeping you would be advantageous?”

“One-thanks to the King, no one will miss me enough to cause trouble. Two-thanks to my governess, I’m knowledgeable about artifacts and other things that are not Christian, thus exposing Gordon's attempted deception. Three-thanks to my tutors, I speak six languages, well seven, if you include Latin, which saved your collective arses from those demons.  Four-thanks to my intended marriage and what you liberated from Captain Barrow's ship surpasses any monetary value you would make selling me.”

I had learned when Sam partially opened his mouth and rolled his tongue he was considering whatever was presented and decided to up the ante.

 “And five-you. You find me attractive, and would it not be far safer having me in your bed than those doxies of Tortuga to tup?” 

Sam frowned, “what do you know about doxies and tupping?” 

“Did your father never take you to court?” 

“No.”

“The King's court is riddled with some of the best whores in the world. Many were sent to France to train as courtesans and are encouraged to implement their charms to curry favors or seal deals. Several of the queens ladies-in-waiting educated me about copulation while avoiding the maladie française and pregnancy.” 

Sam’s throat rapidly bobbles at that tidbit.

Slowly moving towards him asked, “did you know that royalty isn’t permitted to bathe by themselves? It was always someone’s responsibility to ensure their personage is disease free.” I stop a handbreadth distance and fixate upon his chameleon eyes, “as the only person qualified, it falls upon you to continue monitoring my health.”

He moved so fast. Suddenly I was pinned between his well-muscled chest and the tree, his long fingers roughly tangled in my hair creating an exquisite pain jolting my core.

“Are you only offering to evade being sold off?”

“Maybe.”

  “If I were to keep you, you would be completely under our command.”

 “Please, what do you mean by our?”

“My brother and I equally share everything, this includes women.” I shuddered at the thought of being with his brother, “would you also share me with your crews?”

“No, Dean and I are possessive of our dames entretenues. Do you understand what that entails, princess?

“I would appreciate explicit clarification.”

“Explicitly,” Sam pulled my head to the side leans so close I can feel his lips against my skin as he spoke, “you will be warming one, or both, of our sheets every day,” he continues, “participating in whatever sexual gratification we desire.” I mewl when he bites down hard enough to leave a mark on the juncture of my shoulder, “unless it is time for your flow. Is that clarification enough?”

“Yes, captain.”

“Yes Sir,” he corrects.

“Yes Sir.”

Sam released me, “take off all of your togs.” 

Unabashedly he removed his shirt, “you pointed out it is my responsibility to keep you in good health so I need to examine your physique before engaging in relations charnelles.”

I had little to fear sleeping next to him the last few days but now at the prospect of what is going to happen, I felt trepidation while sliding off my trousers when Sam’s bare feet and calves appeared in view and he lifts my arms, gripped the hem of the shirt and pulls it over my head casting it off. 

Sam wasn’t the first man I saw in the altogether but still felt myself blushing fiercely at both of us taking inventory of everything on display, reminded of the old adage of proportions and a man's appendage undeniably true for him.  

Taking my hands he walks backwards into the warm water till I’m waist-deep then undoes the tie holding back my hair says, “take a deep breath and submerge yourself.” 

I resurface momentarily panicking at Sam’s overly large hands on my head, feeling his fingers lathered in soap cake, massaging my scalp, strangely soothing and exciting, like when he pulls my hair. 

After rinsing he handed me the soap cake, wetting himself then moving back knelt down on his knees in shallower waters.

I had washed my dogs when they came in muddy from the fields but never another person rubbed the cake between my hands then tentatively ran them through his locks, silkier than I’d imagined a man’s hair would be. 

When my short nails scratched his scalp, his muscles twitched and I trailed my fingers over their contours, tracing the scars decorating his skin and felt his breath brush my cheek moving towards my lips I dropped my hands, confusing him.

“I did not verbally agree to those terms,” maneuver back into the water call out, “I have some stipulations of my own,” and swam to the falls. 

I heard him curse and look back, unable to find Sam when he emerged from underwater lifting me onto one of the flattened rocks stood between my spread legs annoyed.

“What makes you think you’re in any position to negotiate terms?” A gentleman would endure only so much, and I had pushed my luck and his patience.

“I only have one. I do not wish to be shared with your brother.” Sam’s mouth downturned,  “something happened to him, it caused an unsettlement..it scares me,” suddenly I am very aware of how naked, not only physically, I had made myself.

I leaned back when Sam placed his hands on either side of me and brought him a bit too close, “what do you know about that?” 

“My governess figured out that I knew things about people just by being in their proximity. It’s why she taught me about the otherworld, said I had been born cursed and if they learned of it, they would come for me someday.”

Sam’s shoulders dropped and his expression saddened, skipping the worst details of what happened to Dean when he was under the tower, the darkest place to be imprisoned, run by a true connoisseur of medieval torturers, Alastair. 

I reached up cupping his cheek putting his focus back on me and tentatively brushing my lips against his he reciprocated, gently caressing mine when I felt his tongue and surprised open up, he inserts it, tangling with mine, showing what a real kiss can be.

His lips following his hands trailing over my bare skin makes me shiver and release a nervous giggle, I feel him smile against my neck, nipping the delicate, bruised skin and I tip my head back as he continues exploring.

At some point I find myself lying back on the rock, eyes closed, an absolute mess while he licks the water off my skin only to have his hair rewet the area and starts over again.

His long fingers brush a sensitive place inside, has me on the edge of needing something I cannot name, and every time I try descending into it, Sam stops and returns to teasing my nipples, suckling gently and twisting between his fingers. 

Jesu, how can a man have both; hands so violent and tender, lips harsh and caressing, at the same time feel a deep aching rising again, can almost taste it then, once again, halts touching me smugly asks, “still want to renegotiate the terms?” 

“Fuck you!” I yawp in frustration.

Sam’s expression changed to irate and bracing myself for the worst he leaned in..amused? 

I could only blink owlishly as he scans my prone form, lewdly splayed before him, chameleon eyes settle upon my pudenda licking his lips trailing fingers downwards over my heated skin inserting three into me, rubbing over that place dipping his head his talented tongue sends me over the plateau, and, without warning, lifts me up off the rock.

I find myself filled with his substantial membrum virile, waters churned up around us, not from the falls but his vigorous thrusting, now appreciating my thorough préparation for Riding St. George felt his muscles tauten, buried his face in the crook of my neck groaning out his release. 

My vaguely functioning mind is amazed after such a strenuous physical excursion he is still holding me in his arms, walks us to the shore, and sits with me clinging like one of the strange creatures explorers write about felt him silently chuckle. 

“Seems I missed learning a lot about ladies by never attending court,” I peer at him puzzled.

 “Dean will be pissed, he was looking forward to using this,” his fingertips trace the outline of my mouth, “for more than your verbal vitriol. Now I’ll have to sweeten the pot so he will forget about you with that very special pistol he’s been wanting.” 

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“I agree to your counteroffer, princess” 

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@apirateslifefor--smee

Hook barely registered what the woman had said, too preoccupied with the knowledge that his son was only so far away from him now. Only minutes ago he had been trying to prepare for the thought that he would never have gotten to see him, let alone hold him. Maybe in a few hours, when he was more tired and annoyed and taking all of this out on the staff, he would complain. Right now, just getting to look at the boy would be more than enough.

(And, not that Hook would admit this, but he was scared to hold the baby. Such a fragile thing they were, and with his already precarious state Hook did not want to tempt fate with only one hand to support him.)

He looked to Smee, uncertain, both because he hadn't really heard and because he needed that confirmation from his friend right then. Once he gave his nod, Hook echoed the movement in agreement.

The woman gestured and Hook stepped forward into the room. It was dim, the lights turned down so that only one above the door remained on, and quiet. Usually, quiet in a place like this meant only bad things. Here it felt...tentative. Hushed rather than a lack of sound altogether.

There was a clear bassinet situated among various machines, monitors keeping track of their respective vitals. There were tubes and wires laying over the high walls of the bassinet, all running toward a bundle of colorful cloth piled in the middle. Hook took a step, finding it incredible that his legs could feel like they were back aboard the Jolly Roger in the middle of a heavy storm while on land.

How, he wondered to himself as he continued forward, he felt more terrified now than he ever had when facing monsters that had quite literally torn him apart was baffling. But if he had survived them, he could survive this, too.

When he was close enough to see into the crib, his height affording him some distance, he could make out the tiny face of a baby. His head was covered in a beanie with white and blue stripes, but dark hair stuck out from under it. Instantly, he closed the distance until he was standing over the baby, intent on looking over every detail of him that he could see. The dark brows to match the hair, the skin complexion that reflected Avani's though it had a distinctly more pink tone to it.

It made punched a breath of disbelief out of him and he looked around until he found Smee, urging him over, once again in need of the man's corroboration to know that this was real. That he hadn't fallen asleep in the waiting room, his brain giving him false hope only to wake up and find reality to be a far worse place to be.

The Beginning Of The End || Jolly Roger

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Yet Another Kingdom Hearts Revisit, Part VII

I can't speak to what the Japanese version of Kingdom Hearts is like, but the English version has always done a brilliant job capturing Jack Skellington's voice. His dialogue reflects every facet of his character: elegant, theatrical, polite, delusional, and just a little pompous. Ooogie Boogie's always been on point too, speaking like the bullying but jazzy slob that he is. And this spot-on character writing is used in an original story! As far as adapting the flavor of a particular Disney movie in the writing - this Disney movie, at a time when the company still treated it like the ugly stepchild - Halloweentown is one of the best.

Visually, it's much less successful. I've never liked the look of Halloweentown in KH I, with its harsh reds and purples and copious amounts of ugly brown. On playing the game again, it might be my least favorite world aesthetically in the game, and the only reason it's not dead last for the entire series is because Port Royal in KH II looked even worse. Port Royal also doesn't have the saving grace that is Oogie's house, which I do think is well-designed. I wish it stuck around even after you defeat him, but I appreciate how that works out story-wise, and it's a fun area to climb and explore while it lasts. The gambling den is the highlight of the house, and the more fun and engaging stage of the fight with Oogie.

And you better believe that I fight him with Jack in my party. His movement and combat suit him just as well as his dialogue, and like Aladdin in KH I's Agrabah, Jack makes the Top 3 for my favorite party members in the series (Ariel's the other, for all the reasons I gave for appreciating Atlantica last time). Having Oogie fight you through gambling first, then a runaway possession by the powers of darkness, is a nice break from the more direct villains that precede him (Hades excepted).

Storywise, Halloweentown is the closest a non-Pooh world comes to being "filler." It's not - it's a world on the brink of destruction that needs saving just like the rest, and Oogie's in the League of Disney Villains - but none of the cutscenes build on the larger story or the lore the way every previous world does. It's the most self-contained adventure within the larger framework of "we must rescue Disney from darkness." I don't raise that as a complaint, though. It's rather nice to have a lighter world at this point in the game.

Neverland is much more embedded into the larger story, and it's an extremely well-written one. And yet I don't have too much to say about it; its virtues so far as driving Riku along the path to darkness, taking another step toward explaining what's up with Kairi, and giving Sora another step up in his hero's journey, are self-evident. And it's another world where the voice of a particular Disney character (Captain Hook in this case) is captured flawlessly. I don't think I fully appreciated how well he's handled before, but as far as lines and facial animation go, he may now be my favorite of the Disney villains used in this game.

Gameplay-wise, my biggest frustration with Neverland is that there's really one one combat area where you can really take off with flight. I'm sure the claustrophobia of the ship was by design, and I don't mind so much of the action taking place within the Jolly Roger, but it would be great to have a second open space where you can fly around unencumbered for regular combat.

Of course, you can fight Phantom in an open space, and I really love this boss. It was a nightmare fighting him the fist time I ever picked up this game, but as soon as you figure out his orb, it's easy (in principle, at least) to know what to do. It's not even that hard to beat him with a full party as long as you're willing to be generous with Stop magic. But he is still a challenge, and like with Kurt Zisa, I like that he demands a good mix of magic and physical attacks. I get why later games opted for more elaborate fights with main villains in lieu of these kinds of one-off Heartless fights, but I do miss them.

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A large batch of Death Ray Designs products have come in to fill the holes!

Miniatures & Accessories 2-Player Starter Box Acrylic Rotors Advanced Scout Group Artillery & Strafing Markers Authority Faction Box Ballista Light Artillery Tank Battlefield Debris Box Battlefield Mud Hex Bombardier Battlearmor Platoon Brunel Bridge Layer Pack C1-A Wheeled APC Centaur Churchill Tank Civilian Vehicles Colossus Tank Condor Transport VTOL Cutter Tactical Transport Feddeck Field Gun Firegale SRM Tank Firestorm Tank Freelance Vehicle Support Asset Box Hex Flight Stand HMG Infantry Platoon Hound Infantry Support Asset Box Jump Infantry Platoon Kobold LC1 Support Vehicle LCF-5 Flatbed Carrier Leatherback A1 Wheeled APC (Multi-Weapon) M155 Self-Propelled Artillery Mason Light HE-V Maverick Light VTOL Medusa Heavy Flak Tank Motorized Biker Infantry Platoon Nabile Attack VTOL with Gatling Guns Palisade Light Tank Pitman Recluse Rostam Battlearmor Platoon Scarab Light HE-V SRM Infantry Platoon Strela Light Tank Hunter Thin Clear Hex Base Traffic Control Greebles Vesper II VTOL (Multi-Weapon) Weapon Insert Pack

Decals & Stencils: Crease Numbers Dogfighter Numbers Front Toward Enemy Hazard - Base Front Hazard Mirrored - Base Front Hazard Stripe Jolly Roger Kill Marks and Honor Micro Flames Pirate Tokyo Block Numbers Warning Markings Woodland Camo Small

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Predictions for One Piece Live Action, Season 2

Having just watched from after the Arlong Park arc to the end of the Alabasta arc, which will likely be the plot of season 2, these are how I predict the season will go.

Assuming we will keep up the eight episode format, split into pairs by director, the episodes will go as follows:

EPISODE I and II: Everything from Loguetown to Whiskey Peak, with Loguetown making up the bulk of episode one and likely cutting off as they head down reverse mountain into the Grand Line. Episode two will cover the whale at the bottom and then cover all of Whiskey Peak, ending with Vivi joining the crew. We will also likely see quite a bit of Vivi and Igaram investigating and learning the identity of Baroque Works' leader, leading to Nico Robin calling in Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine. This call will give us the giants of Elbaf in a "Don Krieg"-style cameo, with 5 and Valentine helping Mr. 3 try to capture them, before 5 receives the call, and they leave 3 to deal with it on his own. We will also start intercutting Smoker and Tashigi's side plot following the Straw Hats into the Grand Line, taking the place of Garp and Koby's side plot from the first series (though we might see Smoker and Tashigi visit Marine Headquarters somewhere in their side plot and we get to see Vincent, Morgan, and Aidan reprising their roles, and showing Koby and Helmeppo's training).

Returning characters will include Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, and Sanji, as well as Buggy and Alvida. Newcomers will include Smoker, Tashigi, Vivi, Nico Robin, Igaram, Mr. 5, and Miss Valentine for sure. Dragon's role is small enough to be awkward but still important. The old man from the tavern might stick around, but it would be fun if Luffy comes across Dragon, doesn't recognize him in the cloak, and hears the story from him. I would prefer to keep the lighthouse keeper that tends the whale, but I could see him being cut if they want to save the whale's story for Brook or something. Either Mr. 9 or Miss Monday could be cut, but I hope they stick around. If Mr. 3 or Miss Goldenweek appear, it is only a cameo. And Mr. 13 and Miss Friday will be cut altogether.

Jolly Roger titles: If not Luffy's again, I would expect a Smoker-based title with a heavy marine focus for the first. The second would include Baroque Works' skull symbol with slight Vivi touches.

EPISODE III and IV: These would take up the entire Drum Island arc. I'm not totally certain where the divide would be between them, but I'm partial to when Nami wakes up and finds Chopper working over her. This I would expect would be when Smoker visits Marine Headquarters and we get to see Garp, Koby, and Helmeppo again.

Newcomer characters would include Chopper, Wapol, Dr. Kureha (as played by Jamie Lee Curtis, obviously), Dr. Hiriluk, and Dalton for certain. Given the trend so far, I could see one of the other of Wapol's minions being cut, but I think we'll see both. We will probably get our first Ace cameo as well.

Jolly Roger titles: Episode 3 would be Wapol's Jolly Roger, with a heavy steel theme to the letters. Episode 4 would be Dr. Hiriluk's cherry blossom Jolly Roger, with Chopper's hat and a few doctor flourishes.

EPISODE V and VI: These two will bring us to Alabasta and take us from Nanohana all the way to Rainbase, with all the desert traversal in-between. The cutoff will likely be as the Strawhats approach Rainbase, allowing for the desert to take up most of Episode Five, and all of the events of Rainbase to fill Episode Six. Ace will also stick around for the entirety of Episode Five, leaving them after Yuba. We will also start intercutting with Koza and his rebels, and King Cobra and his men, getting the backstories there. The sixth episode would end as Crocodile throws Luffy's body into the sand pit.

Newcomer characters will include Portgas D. Ace, Crocodile, Bon Clay, Koza, Toto, and King Cobra for sure. The remaining members of Baroque Works are all up on the chopping block for cuts, but Mr. 1 and Miss Doublefinger are the most likely to be kept. Pell and Chaka are also both in the realm of at least one being cut, and if I were a betting man, I would say Pell would be kept and Chaka would be cut.

Jolly Roger titles: Episode 5's will be the Whitebeard Jolly Roger, with Ace's hat on it and fire everywhere. Episode 6's will be entirely based around Crocodile, with the skull mirroring him, and the colors of his casino making up the letters.

EPISODE VII and VIII: The battle in Alubarna is so meaty, I suspect they will use both episodes for the entirety of it. I'm not sure where the split will be exactly, but I'm sure the move from the castle to the underground temple will take place in Episode Eight.

Hina will likely debut here, but otherwise all major players will have already shown up in the story.

Jolly Roger titles: Episode 7's will be based around the Alabasta royal family, with touches of King Cobra, Vivi, their castle, and their officers. Episode 8's will be based on Nico Robin specifically, with her hat on the skull, and poneglyphs covering everything.

Wanted Posters will include:

Luffy - He will mug with the same expression behind it.

Buggy - It will interrupt him as he's monologuing and will shoo it away in frustration.

Alvida - If they do her makeover, she will grab it and hold it up to point out her new look.

The Giants of Elbaf - Broggy and Dorry will both knock them out of their way as they charge at each other.

Wapol - He will eat it.

Ace - He will be in the middle of eating. He will smirk and brush it away nonchalantly.

Crocodile - His will appear after he mummifies the pirate band, flashing over his face as he steps over their bodies.

Nico Robin - Hers will appear the moment Tashigi identifies her, and she will simply scowl and ignore it.

What do you think? Come back here on release date to tell me if I got it all wrong or not!