#Curse of the black pearl fanfic

[youalmostcapturedjacksparrow]

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟚

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15        

Chapter 12: The interceptor vs the Black Pearl

General POV

'GIBBS!' Will said as he runned towards the upper deck.

'We have to make a stand.'

'We must fight! LOAD THE GUNS!' Will screamed towards the crew.

'With what?!' Ana Maria asked him.

'We threw everything overboard.'

'Anything! Everything! Anything we have left!' Will said to her.

'Load the guns! Case shot and langrage!' Gibbs yelled towards the crew.

'Nails & Crushed glass! Everything we have left!' Gibbs jumped off the upper deck towards the crew.

All the crew members we're loading buckets full of silverwear and all kinds of stuff.

Marty was loading up a canon with knifes and spoons while Gibbs stood behind him taking a sip out of his flask.

To which Marty took it from him and pushed it into the cannon.

'The Pearl's gonna luff up on our port quarter!' Gibbs yelled.

'She'll rake us without presenting a target!. He jumped up towards Ana Maria and Elizabeth.

'Lower the anchor on the right side' Elizabeth said suddenly

'On the starboard side!' She yelled towards Gibbs.

'It certainly has the element of surprise. ' Will added looking at Gibbs.

'You're daft lady! You both are!' Ana Maria cursed

To which Gibbs grinned. 'Daft like Jack !'

'LOWER THE STARBOARD ANCHOR!' Gibbs Yelled towards the crew.

'DO IT YOU GOBS, OR IT'S YOU WE'LL LOAD INTO THE CANNONS!'

Will jumped up running towards the anchor to help the sailors lower it.

The anchor was stuck behind a rock. And the Interceptor turned fast.

'Let go!' Elizabeth yelled towards Ana Maria.

So she would let go of the helm.

Barbossa let go of his monkey

'THEY'RE CHUB HAULING!' he screamed towards his men.

'hard to port! Rack the starboard oars!'

The Pearl was also fastly turning

Which made Jack and Rose fall over.

Rose fell into the water on the ground. But Jack catched her before she could hit her head on the rusty bars.

'I'm all wet' Rose cursed.

'But at least you didn't hit your pretty head' Jack said smoothly.

'Wow real smooth Jack' Rose said while Jack was helping her up.

When she stood straight up he pulled her closer towards him.

Lifting her chin up with his fingertips.

Rose had her lips slightly parted and looked him straight into his eyes.

Wait a second Rose thought to herself. Was she really about to kiss Jack Sparrow. The Pirate that threatened her life.

But who also made her life 10 times more interesting and made her feel like she was an bad ass woman who can kick anyone's ass.

'I think I am falling for this older man with 'captain issues. ' she thought to herself.

Rosemary closed her eyes and let Jack fill in the gap between their lips.

It was just a brief second before they both heard screaming. And Rose broke off their kiss to look through the hole.

'oh my god. We're straight across the interceptor!'

'FIRE' Barbossa screamed.

'FIRE ALL!' She heard Elizabeth scream.

All crewmembers both of the Black Pearl and the Interceptor were firing their cannons.

'Oh my god' Rose exclaimed

And she jumped back pushing Jack and herself to the ground.

A cannonball flew straight through the side of the ship where they were.

'Well well well~ ' Jack said smirking

Rose lifted her head. She was sitting on Jacks lap. While he was laying down.

'Ugh get over yourself' Rose cursed. I heard Elizabeth! she said while she jumped up.

There was another cannonball hitting the side of the ship right where they were again.

It had destroyed the door of the brig that Jack and Rose were in .

'STOP BLOWING HOLES IN MY SHIP!' Jack screamed.

Rose rolled her eyes. And saw the door being broken.

'comeon lets go!' she said as she pulled Jack up.

Jack saw the flask of Gibbs laying on the floor. And he picked it up. He opened it but it was empty. So he threw it away.

Back on the interceptor.

'We could use a few more of your ideas Lass!' Gibbs said as he jumped over to Will and Elizabeth.

'Its your turn!' she screamed back at him while she pulled on the ropes.

'We'll need us a Devils dowry ' Gibbs said while he was shooting at the crew of the black pearl.

'Why don't we give them her! Its her they want!' Ana Maria said as she jumped up behind Elizabeth.

'She's not what they're after. ' Will said

Elizabeth her eyes grew big. And she felt around her neck.

'The amulet!?' she said to Will.

Will jumped up towards the lower deck. Where he left the amulet.

Back on the pearl.

The pirates of the Black Pearl were starting to load the cannons with cannonballs with a piece of chain between them. They were heavier balls they could take down masts etc.

'Strike your colors, you bloomin' cockroaches!' Barbossa yelled while walking on deck.

'Hands, grapnels at the ready! Prepare to board!' He screamed.

The cannonball with chains got fired. And slapped itself around the mast of the interceptor.

Which made it break. It landed on deck. And sideways on the deck of the Pearl.

'Pistols and cutlasses, men!

Koehler, Twigg, to the powder magazine!' Barbossa yelled.

'And the rest of you! Bring me that necklace!'

The pirates of the pearl were entering the Interceptor.

Koehler and Twigg jumped downstairs putting gunpowder everywhere. Making a trail towards the upper deck.

Jack and Rose ran up the upper deck.

No one seemed to notice because everyone was busy fighting the interceptor.

Rose looked around and saw someone fall back with a rope.

Jack grabbed it. And she looked at him.

'Come on now Rose. I won't let you fall' Jack mocked her and held out his arm.

Rose held onto him and he jumped over.

They landed on the deck.

Rose jumped off Jack rolling over the deck.

There was a pirate on top of Gibbs. But Rose kicked him off the side of the ship so he fell into the water.

'ROSE!' Gibbs yelled.

Jack was flying back towards the pearl but jumped again towards the Interceptor.

And landed next to Rose.

'JACK!' Gibbs yelled again.

Jack felt in his pockets and gave Gibbs his flask back.

'It's bloody empty' he said as he ran off.

'yes yes we're here' Rose said looking around for Elizabeth.

Rose saw Elizabeth fighting with a pirate and he pulled her towards her. Lifting his sword in the air.

But then his hand was cut off by another blade which made him look around.

'Don't you have any manners! You can't grab a lady like that!' Rose spat towards the pirate.

To which Elizabeth stomped him with her gun and he fell overboard.

'ROSE!' She yelled and they hugged each other tight.

'Are you alright Lizzy?' Rose asked her as she stroked a hair out of her face.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! With pirates!? ' Elizabeth asked shockingly

'Saving your ass, because Norrington took way to long!' Rose said as she saw another pirate coming.

She wanted to scream duck but in front of them jumped Jack pushing the pirate of the ship.

He pulled Elizabeth to the side.

'Where's is the amulet?'

'Wretch!' She screamed at him when she wanted to punch him. Rose stopped her.

'Don't Liz' Rose said. Shaking her head.

Jack looked at her hand seeing the bandage.

'Oh , where is dear William?' Jack asked

Elizabeth jerked her head around.

'Will!' she said as she looked to the lower deck where a mast was lying on the entrance.

She jumped up towards the deck and Jack followed put.

'ROSE! GET THAT MONKEY !' he pointed towards the monkey who was running with the amulet across the mast.

'Oh no you don't' Rose cursed as she jumped after the monkey and crawled over the mast.

Elizabeth and Jack tried to move the mast. But they got captured by the pirates. And taken away!

Elizabeth screamed and kicked to get lose out of their grip.

Just as Rose could grab the monkey he got picked up by Barbossa.

'Why thank you Jack' Barbossa said while looking towards Rose.

Rose stood up.

'Well I knew you were old but I didn't know you were blind ' she said with a smirk.

To which Barbossa scoffed.

'We named the monkey Jack' he said with a scowl.

As Rose got picked up by two pirates. Stronger ones then the last time. Because she couldn't just push and kick them away.

'Gents are hope is restored!' Barbossa yelled towards his crew.

Rose got pushed towards the crew and towards Elizabeth.

'Where's Will? ' Rose asked Elizabeth.

She had tears stream down her face. 'He was stuck in the interceptor lower deck.'

'No!' Rose screamed as she jumped out of the grip of the pirates and jumped towards the side of the ship ready to jump off.

Until the ship exploded. And Rose sank to her knees.

The whole crew of the pearl was laughing and yelling.

But Rose got up. She stood up and cocked her gun towards Barbossa.

'You godless Pirate' She spat at him.

'What were you gonna do Miss Rivers?

Shoot me ? You know that won't work' he said with a smirk and Rose got again captured by a pirate and pushed towards the rest of the crew.

Then Elizabeth got loose and attacked Barbossa with just a bit of pushing and Rose rolled her eyes.

He got an hold of her.

'Welcome back, miss.

You took advantage of our hospitality last time.

It holds fair now you return the favor. ' He said while he pushed her towards his crew.

Rose screamed.

'Keep your fucking paws off her you filty asshole's. she jumped before them.

If you really need someone to take. Then take me. But let her go.' She spat at them.

And she pushed her blouse a bit of her shoulder.

But before someone could do anything.

Will climbed up on the deck.

'Rose pull that up' he cursed to her.

The whole crew looked around to look at Will.

'Will!' Both Rose and Elizabeth yelled looking up.

'THEY GO FREE!' will yelled while cocking his gun at Barbossa.

'What's in your head boy!' Barbossa told Will.

'They go free' he said again.

'You've only got one shot, and we can't die.' Barbossa said walking up towards Will.

Jack was pleading in the back.

'don't do anything stupid please don't do anything stupid.'

Will fastly turned around and jumped on the rail of the ship.

'You can't But I can!' He screamed.

'NO WILL DON'T' Rose yelled but she got muffled by an pirate.

'Who are you?' Barbossa spat at Will.

'No one! He's no one! ' Jack spit out and ran forward towards Barbossa.

'A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew, twice removed.

Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch.' He told Barbossa.

'My name is Will Turner.' Will spat

'My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner.'

Which made Barbossa look up at him.

Jack walked off slowly.

'His blood runs through my veins.' Will said.

'He's the spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill' the fake eyes pirate said.

'To come back to haun' us!'

Elizabeth looked questioned at Rose.

Rose lifted her shoulders confused but she nodded.

'On my word, do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones Locker'

Will started to negotiate.

'Name your terms, Mr Turner' Barbossa said.

'Elizabeth and Rose go free' he shouted.

'Yes, we know that one. Anything else?' barbossa rolled his eyes

Jack pointed to himself

To which Will replied.

'The crew! The crew are not to be harmed.' Will said.

Barbossa stepped forward. 'Agreed'

[witchthewriter]

𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 Jack & his chaotic s/o

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

'Relentless...' the word hadn't left you alone since you'd woken up this morning. Like most mornings, you found yourself warm in Jack's arms, the smell of rum on his lips as he kissed you awake.

With the shared blanket tucked into your side, Jack hummed one of the hearty tunes from last night into your neck. Murmuring, you allowed yourself to bask there for a few moments until you were fully awake.

The swaying of the Black Pearl was something you loved. Even in rough seas, you're the first one soundly asleep. And yet, unease wrangled itself in your stomach. Coiling and uncoiling it went, alerting you.

Seconds passed before you wiggled your body away from Jack, and he let you get up with a sigh.

You were about to say something when a thunderous noise broke out on deck.

"Always so bloody loud," he grumbled, voice gruff from sleep.

The air was crisp from the cold. A heavy fog set around the Pearl. Unnecesarily heavy it was, but you heeded it no mind. Too occupied in your own thoughts to comprehend the lurking dangers.

"Maybe the right one to use is ... unrelenting..." You thought out loud.

Until you heard a pained cry and the reason for your wariness became so utterly clear.

Dark clouds swirled above you, swords clashed and you pulled your sword from its scabbard.

"How the 'ell did they find us, aye?" You heard from your right, Jack said as he adjusted his hat.

With that unanswered question hanging in the air, your body took over with the knowledge of engagement. Left, right, block, parry. On and on.

Until you paused mid fight with the soldier.

Your brows furrowing. Arms coming to cross over your chest as you pondered. This happened from time to time. You forgetting where exactly you were to get lost within your mind. But you were always safe. It was as if luck was on your side...

And Luck had just diverted a shiny sharp dagger from embedding itself in you.

With a loud clash, you felt a familiar presence. One blade put you in danger, but another, the dagger of luck, saved you from a death blow.

"What is it, love?" Jack said slightly out of breath. Unbothered by the fact that he saved your life by an inch.

"Well... is it relentless?"

"What is-", Jack was stopped mid-sentence and kicked the running soldier. "Bloody hell," he sneered.

"Fuckin' hurt that did."

Mind lost to your whirling brain, you couldn't help your thoughts.

"Or is the proper word unrelenting? You know-" your attention turned to Jack. Now fully facing him, Jack had a bloody nose and a split right across his eyebrow.

He cut you off, already knowing Gibbs' had ensured the crew's victory.

Quite literally grabbing you and sweeping you off your feet he mumbled, "well, whatever the correct word is; that's what my love is for you."

"Oh Jack, stop ..." You blushed and moved to give him a kiss on the cheek.

[lucycore]

Pirates of the caribbean Reactions

☁️ Fluff ☁️

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Jack smirking cuz u look so adorable and small trying to sound serious before u leave to go on land.

Him realizing that u won't see each other for 10 years and u leaving with tears in ur eyes.

U wanted to hear the truth about his feelings towards u so he proved it while the two of u were alone.

Jack caught him staring at u and yelled it through the whole ship making him pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Him smiling at u for the last time before u leave to go with Jacks crew on the sea.

U brought Jacks compass that beckett desired so much and he smirked at how faithful u are.

U injured ur leg really badly while walking to the fountain of youth and couldn't walk further so Philip offered to help u.

[tipsypenguin31]

Does anybody else break their own hearts when it comes to breaking up your OC with your current brainrot to pair them with a different favorite character?

I did a couple of weeks ago. It was a random thought. And I had to stop and be like “wait….do I like this???” I decided to sit on it for a while and tonight, I’m writing and stoned. Favorite character is getting ready to be mentioned and that triggered the fleeting thought. Call me weird, call me whatever you want but when I pictured them two together again. It did my heart in. Lmao

My OC is paired with Mihawk. I have been trying to rewrite/edit my fic of these two but that red-haired fucker won’t leave my head. So I had to shelve them two.

The fleeting thought was picturing a Mihawk and an Elizabeth Swan ship……..and honestly, in my humble correct opinion, I feel they fit well together. Like idk, they’re so….pretty together?

Idk. Let me go write a fic about it. 😂

[teacups-tales]

Pirates of the Caribbean Masterlist

Curse of the Black Pearl

James Norrington

Fair Winds and Following Seas

[nothoughtsjustmhaandotherthings]

OKAY OKAY OKAY

I've listened to TTPD three times now and started to add songs to my playlists, so here we go.

Katherine: Fresh Out The Slammer, Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Xiulan: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys, Guilty as Sin?

Cierra: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart, Clara Bow

Shuǐ: Down Bad, But Daddy I Love Him, I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

More may be added...also please ask me about my thought process because I have SO many thoughts

I'll make a separate post for TTPD: The Anthology once I finish listening to those tracks again...

[jack-the-bear]

Anyone have some good whumpy Will Turner fanfics? I just finished Dead Mans Chest and I’m obsessed

[crazycatgirl420]

Gotham's Black Rose

Dpxdc fanfic Sam is Bruce Wayne's daughter, adopted by the Manson family. Everlasting Trio, toddler Ellie. Pharoah Tucker, Witch Sam, Space Ancient Danny. And Cujo too.

Chapter 2: Comfort and Planning

The last thing Sam wanted right now was for cameras to be flashing in her face or for reporters to be shoving mics at her. Shoving past the crowd yelling questions she didn't want to think about right now, Sam made her way towards the street.

It didn't take long for Danny to show up, motorcycle roaring down the street. His ice blue eyes glared at the noisy crowd, and they hesitated long enough for Sam to escape.

She jumped on, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder. They pulled away from the event without a single word to her parents - adopted parents apparently- which was for the best. Sam didn't even have words for them anymore.

-

Danny pulled into the Foley driveway with ease. Tucker sat on the patio, laptop open to live broadcast of the Manson's adoption reveal, and Ellie sat in a specially designed play pen with puppy Cujo.

"How's Sam?" Tuck asked, muting the video as Danny walked over.

"Oh you know." Danny said. "She's confused, disappointed, scared."

Turning around, Danny gently shook Sam onto Tucker's open arms.

"What a mess," Tucker sighed. "How do you just forget to mention that?"

"No idea man," Danny said.

The only one of them with a decent childhood was Tucker, and he's got horrible past-life memories of a Pharaoh's life in Egypt to process.

"I'm gonna curse them," Sam said. "They'll never be able to keep a secret ever again,"

"You know that's gonna have more consequences than you want to be responsible for," Tucker said.

"I know," Sam said. "...Pamela will always drop her pearls and Jeremy will never find the right cufflinks Pamela wants him to wear,"

"Petty," Danny said.

Sam nodded against Tucker's shoulder, before lifting her right hand, a twisting purple energy pooling in her palm. With a snap the magic vanished, off to fulfill its purpose on the unspecting Manson couple.

Ellie squealed in the pen, clapping her hands and chanting "magic! Magic!"

"So you've cursed them, what do you want to do now?" Danny asked, sitting on the grass.

Sam sat up, relocating to sitting on the stair and between Tucker's legs. Tucker ran his hands through Sam's hair, enjoying the company of his small family despite the heavy topic at hand.

"I want to know who my biological parents are," Sam said. "I want to know why I was put up for adoption and I want to move to Gotham as soon as possible."

"I can get us transferred to a Gotham high school for our senior year," Tucker said. "We're already accepted to Gotham University,"

"I can have me and Ellie packed by this weekend," Danny said.

"It's the last month of summer vacation so it's going to be a bit of a rushed transfer, I'll follow in my jeep, it's going to take me a minute to pack my office up,"

Sam let the boys plan their move, their voices a comforting background to her swirling emotions.

Ellie would know where she came from, no matter how complicated a story it was. Sam could see it, five years from now, they'd sit her down at the dinner table and explain an evil scientist tried to clone Danny, and instead Danny got an Ellie and she's been their daughter ever since.

Why was family so complicated?

[calysimps]

Music of the night - Bruce Wayne x reader

•Summary: Bruce finds a way to spend the time before the gala starts

•Content warnings: smut, afab!reader, oral (f recieving), no use of Y/N, petnames (darling, sweetheart)

I watched "Pretty Woman" the other day and was like "oh, yeah, I need to experience this with Bruce Wayne" so this is inspired by the piano scene in that movie.

SMUT - MINORS DNI!!!

You walked into Wayne Manor's ballroom, half an hour away from the begining of one of Bruce's galas. You saw Bruce standing in front of a mirror, straightening his tie. You walk up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders and taking them down to his tie, fixing it for him. "Thank you, darling" he says, his eyes fixed on your face as you work on his tie. When you're done you take a step back and look at him, your hands linger on his chest for a moment. "There. Now it looks perfect." You give him a quick kiss on the lips. He grabs your hands and pulls away, taking you in from head to toe. Your floor length black gown adorned with white ruffled fabric at the bottom, your pearl earrings, how pretty your hair looks, how pretty you look. "You look gorgeous." He says. But that's not what he wants to say. He wants to tell you you are beautiful, elegant, ravishing... But he settled for gorgeous. He takes one of your hands to his lips and kisses it softly, looking right into your eyes, making you smile at him. His kisses ascend up your arm to your shoulder and then to your mouth. His kiss went from soft and loving to passionate, almost hungry. He moved down to your neck, careful not leave marks just before the gala. "Bruce, we don't have time to-" He looked at the clock in the wall. 27 minutes before the gala starts. Plenty of time in his eyes.

"Please sweetheart, let me make you feel good. Just once." He said, knowing you were concerned about the time. You look at the clock "Just once?"

"Unless you ask for more" You rolled your eyes and smirked, how could you refuse him? He saw your smirk and returned the smile, pressing his lips against yours once more and starting to walk. You feel yourself bump into something. As soon as he feels you've stopped walking he opens his eyes. You're now pinned between him and the grand piano. Without thinking he grabs your hips and sits you on top of the piano and starts to gather the fabric of your skirt, pushing it out of the way. He looks at you, asking for permission. You nod. With that he lowers your panties and sticks his head in between your legs, starting to lick between your folds. He was slow, enjoying the moment and making sure to taste you. As you become more desperate and your moans become louder his movements become faster. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, teasing your clit with his tongue as other hand holds onto to your hip to pull you closer to him. When you begin saying his name and cursing in between moans he wraps his mouth around your heat, swallowing as much as he can as you come over his mouth and fingers. He licks and kisses around your pussy and inner thighs to clean you up and then steps away from you, places a kiss on your lips and grabs your panties off the floor, tucking them in his jacket's pocket. "You'll get them back at the end of the night if you're good"

I hope this is not too short, or has too much "filler" or something, idk. I haven't written anything like this for forever and have never published anything but I've been reading fanfics and headcanons on Tumblr and wanted to write some myself. Btw my asks are open because I have 0 imagination and want people to give me ideas 🤭

[horce-divorce]

My friend just moved to a her grandmas old place and she doesn't have internet, so instead we dug out Grandma's trusty VHS collection and watched a bunch of movies from the cusp of Y2K. We also have plans to dig out more because this is our thing now, fuck Netflix. So here's my reviews so far:

Holes. what a GREAT fucking movie. Good message that is blatantly anti-prison industrial complex and anti-capitalist. good morals, good soundtrack, great casting, the author of the text wrote the screenplay so it hits hard like the book does, the romance between Kate and Sam will be goals to me forever. "I can fix that"!?!? KILL ME JFJDJWKWKFNJRNE 11/10 good shit. youuUuUUUU got to goOooOoo dig those hooooles 🎶

Another one that's still good? POTC: curse of the black pearl. Yes it's Johnny Depp Disney Garbage Trash, but it's WRITTEN SO WELL. Whatever writers they got for that shit obviously have written many a fanfic (positive! praise!!) bc the dynamics and dialogue btwn characters flow so smoothly. It's absolutely and utterly unlike real life, it's just the pirate story we all always wished we could be in, and it's still an absolute blast. for that I award it 9/10. This one was funny bc it came out on VHS in time for the commercials to be advertising DVDs.

Jimmy Neutron Boy Genius? This one's hard, cus this was one of my FAVORITE movies growing up. I noticed going in, however, that I remembered far less about what happens to Jimmy and his friends then I did about Caveman. Basically all I remembered was Jimmy's dad is stupid, and "when I sneeze it looks like a advanced species too." and that's bc Jimmy Neutron is a completely vapid and inane tale with absolutely no message, that unfortunately did not stand the test of time to me personally. It's pretty much unremarkable. they try to mix the "he's a genius baby" humor with 5th grader booger jokes and it just doesn't work, the booger humor doesn't land for adults and the genius humor isn't quite smart enough to be actually funny most of the time. Tbqh I think watching this as an adult gives me more ideas for horror movies than anything else. They go into space ON ROLLER COASTERS, WITHOUT HELMETS!!! They're fighting an entire civilization of space traveling ritual sacrificing EGGS and they have A SINGULAR! ONE! CHILD! ARMY! TO FIGHT THEM!!!! THEY CANT BREATHE OUT THERE! that's too scary I can't take it seriously lmao. 4/10 with all positive points going to Jimmy's hot mom and himbo dad (ideal romance tbh and where 90% of the humor comes from), Carl, Sheen, and Cindy, for screaming "THOSE FINDINGS WERE INCONCLUSIVE AND YOU KNOW IT" during their first on screen fight, that joke did actually land so they can have a cookie for it. And the teacher who gets turned small and gets left that way forever. What the fuck lmao

We also watched Pocahontas and I mean. Even as a kid watching that one was more of a lesson in "here's how NOT to talk about history," and as an adult, her "romance" with John Smith is more weak and pathetic than anything I've ever seen before or since! We got to "Savages" and all I could think was "Disneys orchestra really put their whole pussy into this one, huh?!?" I wish I could say the rest of the movie/soundtrack made it worthwhile but I'm gonna go with a solid 2/10 here. we still had a fun time tearing into their choices, and the aesthetic of an old Disney movie watched on VHS like nature intended is a form of ASMR. I didn't realize how much I missed the clackety clack of the plastic cases or the smell of a warm, freshly rewound tape. <3 good shit.

Stay tuned for more of my 20 Years Later: VHS Reviews No One Fucking Asked For! we're holding out hope that her parents still have my friends own VHS collection bc her and her sister used to have a banging VHS collection and I NEED to see Quest for Camelot.

[youalmostcapturedjacksparrow]

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟡

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19

General POV.

Elizabeth stood on a dry piece of land in the cave looking at a few pieces of gold.

Jack however was throwing all kinds of treasure around looking for good pieces to bring.

Rose walked over to Elizabeth and gave her a tight hug.

'I'm so sorry for everything' Elizabeth said softly

'I'm the one giving you a death scare' Rose said smiling.

'I love you Elizabeth. you're my best friend. I would do it all over just for you' Rose said as she took Elizabeth in another tight hug.

'You know before we went off to the Black Pearl.

And you were already down in the dinghy. Your father came to the captain's quarters.

He sat in front of the door. Telling us how proud he is.

On me for trying to save you.

But he thought it was good of you to say yes to the proposal.'

'Of course he would say that' Elizabeth said softly smiling watching Will.

'But he also said that sometimes the most ideal decision, can be a really bad decision when made with bad reasons' Rose said softly while brushing a hair behind Elizabeth's ear.

'He loves you any how Lizzy..

Not only when you marry Norrington'

Rose wiped the tear of Elizabeth's face.

Rose saw Will coming.

'I'll leave you two alone.' Rose said softly and walked off towards Jack.

'Jack' Rose said as she walked up to him.

'Rose' Jack exclaimed having all kinds of gold around his neck. And walked over to her.

Rose gave him a slap in the face.

'Dying!? Really you gave me the biggest scare of my life!' Rose said tears in her eyes.

Jack snickerd.

'Love. I didn't enjoy seeing you die either' he smirked

Which made Rose smile back at him.

He brushed his fingers over her cheeks.

'I wouldn't mind tho. Being Immortal with you' Jack said a bit softer.

Rose smirked looking up to him. And before she knew it Jack had filled the gap between their lips again. His arm in this small of her back. He did stab her on accident with the gold chandelier he was holding. But that was soon forgotten.

Rose laid her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss with Jack.

'We should return to the Dauntless.' Elizabeth said softly towards Will.

'Your fiancé will be wanting to know you're safe. ' Will replied.

Elizabeth nodded softly and walked away towards the dinghy's

'Really Will!' Rose said behind him.

Her hands up.

'if you were waiting for the opportune moment' Jack said

'That was it' Rose and Jack said at the same time.

'Now, I'd be much obliged if you'd drop me off at my ship!' Jack said smiling at Rose.

Rose knew she couldn't go with Jack. But he told her to write to Tortuga and he would collect her letters.

When they were on the dinghy rowing towards the open sea.

The Black Pearl was nowhere to be found.

'I'm sorry Jack' Rose said softly laying a hand on his shoulder.

'They done what's right by them. Can't expect more than that.' Jack said laying his hand on mine.

When they were hovered above the Dauntless. Jack got cuffed and taken towards the brig.

'Do I really need to tell you that he is a new man now..' Rose said towards Norrington.

'He might be Rosemary.

But this time he already got wat he wanted and the only he now has in his future are the gallows. So he will try to escape.

And now I don't want to hear anything about it anymore okay?' Norrington said as he stormed off.

'Its okay love' Jack mouthed towards Rose. As they took him below deck.

Rosemary's POV

'And now you two' Norrington said towards me and Will

He looked over towards Will.

'I will be letting these charges go if. You will never ever will try to steal a ship from us again. And go off on your own. This is still Royal Navy duty. Not just the duty of an Black smith and a tailor.'

'Do we have an understanding' Norrington said towards us. With a small smile.

'Thankyou Commodore ' Will and I both said.

'Now out of my sight!' Norrington said and we went below deck.

I heard the guards planning the hanging of Jack right were Will and I both sat.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. And he came closer to me and laid an arm around my shoulders.

'I think I have a plan' Will said softly

'Lets talk about it when we get back. Now go get some sleep and check on Elizabeth' Will said as she pushed me up.

'I'll check on Jack and thank him for everything. ' I nodded and smiled at Will.

I walked up to deck and walked over to the captain's quarters were Elizabeth sat on a dining chair.

'Oh Rose!

I'm so sorry.. I couldn't do anything for Jack.' I smiled at Elizabeth.

'You can't help it Liz.

But thank you ' I said genuine towards Elizabeth. and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

'Now please.. Lets do something about that hair. Cause It's a real mess.' I said giggling towards Elizabeth.

'I thought you'd never ask!' Elizabeth said

When back in Port Royal.

The normal life started again.

Will was busy making lots of new material cause lots had been damaged in the last fights.

And I was busy tailoring all the dresses for the hanging of Jack. It made my heart ache.

But I couldn't help it. I made a promise to Norrington.

For Elizabeth I made a new dress without a tight corset. But with an under burst corset. So That Elizabeth would be able to breath way more.

The dress I made for myself was way more handy.

It was an dark green color. It was a tight dress but the back was long and wavy. There was a ribbon on the back of it.

I made the fabric thinly sown together.

So that if I ripped at the bow hard enough it would rip the heavy skirt of the dress down leaving me with just the corset of the dress.

I made the dress a bit shorter then usual. Because I wouldn't be wearing heels but flat boots.

The hips of the dress were broad so I could actually hide my sword and gun in there around my waist.

I also made an outfit for Will. I made him an amazing hat with feathers. And a nice suit to wear to the hanging.

He thought it would be way to much. But It would be way easier to notice him in the scene of people and I could follow him towards Jack. 

[caripr94]

I see Indiana Jones x The Mummy crossovers, and raise you…

Hamilton x Pirates of the Caribbean Crossover

I mean, think about it. The timeline and locations actually line up more than you would think:

Shortly after his birth in 1708, Will Turner and his parents move to North Carolina, where they would live for the next 7 years, until 1715, when his father, Bootstrap Bill Turner, joins Captain Jack Sparrow on the Black Pearl and Will moves with his mother to England.

The main events of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl take place in 1728, when Jack Sparrow is about 38 years old and Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann are about 20.

Dead Man's Chest and At World's End happen about a year later, in 1729, including Will and Elizabeth's wedding and the conception of their son, Henry Turner, who is born about 9 months later in May(?) 1730.

Hector Barbossa is in his early 60s at the time of the events above, though probably biologically in his 50s, considering his cursed and undead status for a decade prior to COTBP.

On Stranger Tides takes place in 1750, when Jack is about 60 years old and Barbossa is in his early 80s. Dead Men Tell No Tales comes a year later in 1751, when Jack is about 61, the Turner couple are about 43, Henry is about 21, and his new love interest and Hector's daughter, Carina Smyth Barbossa, is about 19.

As the name of the film series suggests, all of the events above take place in the Caribbean, with the original trilogy centering around Port Royal, Jamaica.

Alexander Hamilton is born in 1755 or 1757 in Charlestown, in the Caribbean island of Nevis, only about 60-70 miles south of St Martin, where Henry met Jack in DMTNT. In 1757, Henry would be about 27 years old, his parents would be 49, Jack would be 67, and Carina would be 25. Henry and Carina would probably also have children around Hamilton's age group.

Hamilton moves from Nevis to the 13 American Colonies in October 1772, at the age of either 15 or 17. At this time, Henry would be about 42 years old, his parents would be 64, Jack would be 82, and Carina would be 40.

On April 19, 1775, the Battles of Lexington and Concord begin the American Revolutionary War, an 18 or 20-year-old Hamilton enlisting on the side of the Patriots soon afterwards. About a year later, on July 4, 1776, the American Colonies declare their independence from Britain, forming the United States of America. In the latter date, Henry would be about 46 years old, his parents would be 68, Jack would be 86, and Carina would be 44.

On September 3, 1783, the Treaty of Paris is signed, officially ending the Revolutionary War (which was partly fought in the Caribbean) and cementing American independence. On this day, Hamilton would be about 26 or 28 years old, Henry would be about 53, his parents would be 75, Jack would be 93 (if still alive), and Carina would be 51.

In other words, the events and locations of POTC are close enough to the Revolution that at least Jack and the Turners would have still been alive and young enough and lived and worked close enough to meet Alexander Hamilton and his peers and play an active role in aiding him and the other Patriots in the Revolutionary War, at least at the beginning. They could be doing so to help their family friend Hamilton, free Will's childhood home from oppression, and/or, at the very least, spite the British Empire for all the trouble they've caused them in the past. There's even historical basis for the Patriots (and their enemies) using privateers in the War.

That would be an interesting crossover that I'm surprised to see no one write about yet.

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[leonanette]

Vhagar

(from the fanfic, The Man in the Pearl Mask)

Domain: Goddess of war

Title: The Terrible

Family: The fourth to hatch from the original eggs, mother of Vermithor, lover of Arrax and Tyraxes (on and off)

Personality: Provocative, belligerent, reckless, greedy

Appearance: Pale skin and hair like a Targaryen, always wears expensive furs, silks and jewels, black eyes

Distinctive feature: Her body is a rotting corpse from the neck down

Animal aspect: Robin with black stripe in the middle

Inspiration: Ares

How to describe Vhagar? Take the recklessness of Gaelithox, the cunning of Vermax and the cruelty of Tessarion then remove all the good sense.

During the War for the High Throne of the Gods, Vhagar tried to form an alliance with Arrax just as Tyraxes did. Arrax and Vhagar carried on a passionate love affair. However, though being with Vhagar is fun and exciting in the beginning, even Arrax grew weary of her constant provocations and her caprices. He chose Tyraxes instead and the two of them took the throne with Vhagar demoted to a mere ally.

Arrax could never really stay away from Vhagar for long though. Neither could Tyraxes. Their natures meant they could never be apart for long and that developed into something more. They know it never ends well but there’s always something about her that keeps both Arrax and Tyraxes coming back for more and she always welcomes them back. Not even Tyraxes choosing to exile Vermithor, her only immortal son, affected Vhagar’s desire for her much. But, in truth, she never truly loved her son. She only saw him as a possible way back into Arrax’s favour. When that failed, she said nothing against Vermithor’s exile. Vermithor has no love for his mother either and all the other gods dislike her to various degrees.

She is the opposite of Syrax in that, while Syrax dislikes some of her domains, Vhagar embraces all of it. While Tyraxes embodies all the nobler aspects of war and shuns the unpleasant parts, Vhagar is happy with all the violence and suffering. If there is no war, she will provoke one. Even if it’s a fight among friends, she’ll be happy.

She is also very vain and greedy. She could take all the riches in the world and still wouldn’t be satisfied. She wears as much finery as she can and often in front of her rivals/lovers, Arrax and Tyraxes.

No one knows how Vhagar’s body became rotted. She wasn’t that way when she hatched. No one can quite remember when it happened either. Perhaps, she offended the wrong person and a witch cursed her after her side lost a war. Perhaps, it was a pestilence caused by Tessarion on Tyraxes’ orders because she had grown sick of her continually breaking the peace.

Perhaps, the other gods say behind her back, it’s just a reflection of what she is. She can cover herself in fine clothes and jewels all she can just as men write fine ballads and songs about the glory of war. Under the gloss and pretty words, both war and Vhagar are rotten to the core.

[apoli-meow]

Yayyyy I'm doneeeee

It's 6 am and I have no idea what I'm gonna do my friends will come over at 2 pm I haven't slept all night send help

Hope you don't mind that I took a bit of creative liberty with hater- you see, as a small child I was cursed. I physically can't draw hoods. Also I can't take him seriously with those lightning bolts-

And also I drew og peepers AND what he would look like if he was a black pearl. It's fun :P

@zeriphi soooooooooooo what do yaaaa thinkkkkkkkkk

Honestly I would start writing deathglare myself but I have another fanfic I'm writing with my gf rn- and it's not going to be done for a long time-

PS. Definitely didn't accidentally post this 3 times cuz Tumblr was lagging

[teacups-tales]

Fair Winds & Following Seas | Chapter One

Series Masterlist

General Masterlist

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Her daughter was ten years old when she disappeared. Her small family had just moved to a small costal town in Connecticut. It was the same town she had grown up in, and she had wanted to share the magic of her hometown with her daughters while she still could. It was a magic that had called to her – reached out and begged for her to embrace it. She had ignored its calling. Instead, she had met a man on the other side of the country, married him, and had two daughters. And then her husband had died. The big house the family had four had lived in was full of too many memories, its ghosts haunting them as the walked through its halls. She still expected to wake up int the mornings and hear his warm voice teasing he about how messy her hair was in the mornings. It broke her heart every time she didn’t.

Her oldest had been close with her father and it was what had prompted the move in the first place, she had listened closely each evening as he spun tales of magic and adventure, of pirates and sea monsters, of knights and princesses, of foul beasts and witches. She had decided, after that first night without him, that they would be going home to Mystic. Her daughter was much like she had been at her age, and she had hoped with everything in her that the magic of the town would call to her daughter as it had to her.

Those had been her thoughts when she’d woken the girls up early on morning to make sure they didn’t miss the boat. She, with prompting from her own mother, had decided there was no better way to show her daughters the magic of their new home then at sea. Her younger daughter had been fussy, had insisted on being carried, and had fallen asleep on the short walk from their new home to the dock they would disembark from. As they waited, more and more people – tourists here for the summer – joined them in waiting for the boat. Her oldest, (y/n), had let go of her hand some time ago, the skirt of her sea-green dress flouncing as she hurried along just in front, the black of her oxford mary-janes stark against faded brownish gray of the dock.

Separated from each other as the crowd of people boarded all at once, she didn’t notice as (y/n) continued to the stern of the tour boat, too preoccupied with trying to catch her youngest’s attention with the nonsense the tour guided spouted as the boat disembarked.

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(y/n), completely ignoring the guide and the crowds, her mother and her younger sisters whiney complaints about being up so early, found a quiet place at the stern of the boat, watching as the dock became smaller in the distance. When the town was no more than a speck in the distance, she leaned over the taffrail becoming entranced by the waves. They lapped playfully, almost beckoningly, against the hull. Leaning down to see if she could feel the cool water against her fingers, (y/n) could have sworn she heard a soft voice humming – almost singing – calling to her, and she stood quickly to see if there was anyone else around. Seeing no one, she leaned back over the side again hoping to hear the mysterious melody once again. Leaning over farther than before, she fell, head-first, into the shocking cold of the sea.

Toppling heels-over-head, down, down, down. Opening her mouth to scream, water rushed in, nearly choking her, and her vision faded into black. The last thing she could feel as she lost consciousness was that of the sandy bottom of the ocean floor before something soft and strong wrapped around her and tugged.

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The hard rough surface of a wood dock was the first thing (y/n) registered as she slowly blinked her eyes open, then it was how much colder it felt. Turning her eyes skyward, the sun was hidden behind a mass of thick dark clouds. Surrounding her was a group of strange men, most wearing rough wool coats and linen shirts and trousers. They reminded her of the men on the covers of the romance novels her mother would read when she thought (y/n) had gone to bed. One of the men, the one kneeling next to her, was wearing much nicer – if still incredibly strange – clothing, and as he reached out a hand to help her stand, she couldn’t quite place why he seemed so familiar.

The lace cuffs of the man’s shirt peaked out from beneath the dusty maroon of his silk jacket, the gold buttons of his waistcoat reflecting what little light made it through the cloud cover.

“Are you alright, Girl?” the man asked as (y/n) attempted to steady herself, her head spinning from the sudden change in her environment.

“I,” she hesitated, “I don’t know,” her voice quiet as she looked around wildly, searching for her mother’s warm smile, her baby sister’s bright yellow sundress.

Nothing.

There wasn’t a single scrap of their familiar presence, and as she realized this, she felt fat tears began trailing their way down her cheeks. They mingled with the salt water, dripping from her hair and onto her still-sodden dress. The scrap of ribbon her mother had tied her hair back with only that morning was gone.

“Where’s my mom?” (y/n) choked back a sob, “My sister?” she tried in vain to wipe away the tears, only for them to continue as the man in front of her reached out a comforting hand and placed it, gently, on her shoulder. At a loss for words – at least ones he could use to comfort a girl who had just been pulled out of the sea – he turned to the sailors and dockworkers still staring in shock at the girl.

“Return to your tasks,” he addressed them, “and I will take the girl home and assist her in locating her family.”

“Yes, Lord Swann.” Some of the men chorused gruffly ad they returned to their tasks and the man, Lord Swann, turned back to the girl. Helping her to stand, he placed a guiding arm around her shoulder and escorted her to the carriage where his daughter, Elizabeth, waited.

“Come, Girl,” he stated softly, almost hesitantly, he turned to her, “What is your name?” still sniffling, (y/n) turned to the man she now knew to be Lord Swann.

“(y/n),” she whispered, rubbing at her eyes with a closed fist. The man smiled a tight sympathetic smile at her, removed a lace-trimmed kerchief from his coat, and handed it to (y/n), who attempted a smile of her own at the kind man.

“(y/n) is a wonderful name,” Lord Swann offered another gentle smile to the girl who wiped away her tears, more successfully this time, with the kerchief he had handed her, “My daughter, Elizabeth, is waiting in the carriage,” he glance at the girl’s tear-stained face, “she should be close to your age.”

Waving away the footman as he started to get down from the carriage to open the door, Lord Swann opened it for (y/n) himself, helping her clamber up into it as Elizabeth leaned forward in her sea, far past the point of waiting patiently, only to be met by the tear-stained gaze of a girl maybe three years older than her. She patted the seat next to her in a gesture of warm welcome and smiled brightly at her.

(y/n) sat in the seat next to Lord Swann’s daughter, and silently stared at her hands sitting folded neatly in her lap. Feeling the stare of the younger girl, she turned her gaze to her and found her looking intently at the wet material of her dress. It was nothing special at home, but here the sea-green cotton poplin dress printed with dark green dots stood out. It was nothing like the dress Elizabeth was wearing, neither did it bare any similarity to what the men at the docks were wearing. The ruffled skirt ended right below her knee, and the short ruffled straps did nothing to cover her arms.

Tugging the skirt down as far as she could, (y/n) flushed red in embarrassment as it failed to cover her shins – still scraped up from when she was pulled from the sea – and realized she must have looked as if she wore nothing but her underwear. She settled for tucking her legs under her instead. As she settled into the rocking motion of the carriage a chill from the cooler weather and the cold saltwater, still dripping down her back and pooling around her soaking the upholstery of the bench she and Elizabeth sat on, set in and she did her best not to shiver.

Turning to the other girl, she was startled to Elizabeth still staring at her, her head tilted to the side.

“May I brush your hair?” Elizabeth’s question startled (y/n), and suddenly she was no longer cold.

“Sorry?” she didn’t really know what to say about the strange request.

“When we get home,” Elizabeth clarified, “may I brush your hair?” still not knowing how to respond, she turned her gaze back to her lap, picking at the skin around her thumbnail, and nodded her acquiescence to the request. Elizabeth smiled, place one of her small hands over the older girl’s and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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Arriving at the place Elizabeth called home was jarring, to say the least. (y/n) had known already – from the way Elizabeth and Lord Swann dressed, the deference with which others treated them and the way they spoke – that they were important in some way. What she had not expected was that their house, their London house as Lord Swann had referred to it, would be so big. It seemed to take up the entirety of the street, the creamy off-white of the stone a warm contrast against the gray of the sky – it was still threatening to rain, just as it had been the entire time (y/n) had been here.

“Come, girls,” Lord Swann ushered the girls up the stairs of the entry and into the house, “let us get inside before the rain begins.” Not paying attention to where she was going, (y/n) nearly tripped over her own two feet before Elizabeth reached out and helped her steady herself. (y/n) smiled softly at her in gratitude.

Inside, the house was warm, comfortable, in a way that, though unfamiliar to the girl who had woken up that morning in a different century, seemed immediately to welcome her. To embrace her as if she belonged. Then there was woman standing before her, maybe a few years younger than Lord Swann, and she reminded her so much of her own mother.

“Who is this, my dear?” she addressed Lord Swann, who turned to the woman, his wife if (y/n) had to guess and explained how he had found her. When he was finished with his brief explanation, the woman turned to the young girl and gave her a warm smile – it was clear where Elizabeth had gotten her warmth from – and with a gentle motherly hand on her shoulder guided her up the stairs to bedroom that looked as if it might belong to Elizabeth, called for a maid, and disappeared from the room, returning moments later, the maid she’d called trailing behind her, a white lacy nightgown and some other jacket-like garment draped over her arms.

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(y/n) had been placed in a bath, scrubbed until her skin was nearly raw, her hair washed with and scrubbed in its own right, before she dressed in the borrowed clothes. She had been taken to a large room with a sofa and chairs on one end and a bed on the other. She was tucked in, given tea and soup, and bread to eat by the maid that had helped her bathe and dress, and before long she was fast asleep, too exhausted to even dream.

[nothoughtsjustmhaandotherthings]

God I CANNOT let this writer's block get to me when I'm only 20 or so chapters away from finishing part one of my POTC fic