#Goldbrand's Awakening

[captainkurosolaire]

Resolve - ‘Un‘

 Embers of unclear burnt a paving path to a spiraling staircase. A dystopia forged by a whirlpool of regretful mistakes the place where flaw and the entities of stunt existed.   Smoke filled the area curating a smog from a cigarette. Could consider this a portion of the psyche that wrapped the Captain's decisions in remaining fogged. Without a proper gust or wind he remained unresolved. The outline etch of the tormentor's dress shoes came towards the Captain's in a bask of light the flame of the cigarette was crushed out between soles. The Pirate settled his head to lower in shame who and what this was...         

Fragmented splinters of memories floated through this distorted planescape that aching itch in one’s mentality of that gnawing depressor. There’s no place quite like the mind when it came to the array of capacity. A resolved and whole character who had centering balance they proved often shapers of endless creativity and mental fortitude. Tormentors were terrifying specters that often warped the mind in a million whispering hushed echos their pitches fit of misery. They sprawled around your subconscious preventing you from ever successfully moving onto growth. It encouraged the act of fear.

Whispering in distortion Negative uses fails as its repetitive weapon with unrelenting wickedness,  ”You’ve merely silence the beast within a gag, it doesn’t resolve the claws.”  ”Fester... hate... fume.. Let the inner you in. Only violent force makes dents.”                                                    “Boil until you’re deprived mad...”   “Here’s the thing about cross-roads, we’ve all decisions. You slept a bed with the devil than your own lover, that’s the difference is all.”         “Who’s left in your corner now?”           “You’re damaged.” “Those scars! You haven’t bled enough!”                      “You can’t do anything without others!”                                                  “Lose more! Lose MORE ANSWERS!” “Take everything. Settle at no expense.”                                                 “Look at your pathetic beast clutch its flower.” “Without Reasons your Heaven has Fallen”                                                         “You’re Hell of Unmet Promises.”                 “Show them real evil.”              “Actual violence.” “We killed the devil. That makes us the Devil.”        “They’re just fodder for us.”           “Anyone can replace them.” “Their thoughts hate you.”               “You’re loathed.”                         “How long until you gain only to lose the next batch?” “You can’t escape me.”                            “Others will die in your stead.“                              “Suit up. Confiscate your freedom.”       “Embrace the truth.”                  “Be one of them. One of US”              “Success needs to look the part.”                              “Do you remember her punches” ”Do you remember her bites?”             “Her dresses fade from you.”  “Perfection doesn’t look like you.” It pulled so desperately to pull to that place. Where in your subconscious you gave it power. Wanting to hear that you’re ‘undeserving.’ That you’re not ‘worthy.’ That you’re ‘inadequate.’ You’re a ‘reject.’ A failure once and always. Every step you took didn’t amount to anything wanting you to deter from the correct path. All the smallest insecurities, the harsh words you took from those closest to you, it saved to torture you with even when you said it didn’t bother you. -You lied... It bothered.- This menace came from the worst on the other-side of a mirror. Stabbing you again and again where the soul was until you were empty or left unsatisfied.  Miserable! It wanted you. Unhealthy it wanted you! Stagnant it wanted you to embrace the darkness. To spread toxicity and vileness in projection cause you couldn’t handle yourself. It mocked you by insulting you by being the opposite of what you once opposed. Wearing spikes instead of being in your comfortableness. It flashed your memories of the past to dwell. Instead of letting you see right before the future. The ultimate deceit. Demon buried under skins and minds constantly rotting until end of days is claimed. The Captain’s body began shaking as if frightened. "You're trembling because you know what remains the case..."    "Admit it..."            "You're Undeserving.”                              “Accept us..."                                              “Rejoin.”

The tormented pirate’s stance began regulating in steadiness. His head propping up as he revealed, he wasn't shaking... He was ugly laughing. With tears of manically, "Are ye kidding me? Yer my whole tormentor? Listen here Mopey-Dick, we're past that. I can't cast away my failures... If anyone ever put grander o' expectations that I was moral, well that's on them. I'm a screw-up -- grade A, the only time, I’ve gotten that grade with fit ranking! Even my dear ma' n' da' would be proud.--I'm twisted, one hundred percent. I don't do things by textbook, I'm a scrapper, a smash-mouth renegade. I thought my demon would be another Voidsent or much more intimidating and imposing... Though the fact, it’s lowly you..."

Pausing and laughing out in a disrupting loud, clutching his chest he thought he'd have a heart-attack.. "Or ME. -- Matey! This is what I call jolly findings... Listen. You ain't NOTHING! Second..." He'd crackle knuckles as if preparing for a beat-down before pretending to pick-up a link-pearl and bringing it to eared answer, his brow lifting in curiousness, before retorting, "It's NOTHING, says it’s for ye!" Then tossing the projected link-pearl at the tormentor’s head. He'd make a joke of his worst projection that he crafted, this part of him that nagged and gave doubtful voices. The only thing -UN- about this thing. Was WANTED! His willpower engulfed into a calamity of the brightest zen. What better way to conqueror yourself than shatter your own ego like the cigarette bud stomped earlier, insecurities, haunting nightmares, until it was deflated into mush. A reclaiming providence and control came back.

Realizing how insufficient his naysayer was that stood apart of him. That fragile side. He'd find his bellowing confidence back and recollect it from himself. Why he allowed his own-self to tear himself to shreds and cause grievance and lost, to strip himself of properly finding peace and conclusion was outside him.

To destroy this part would ensure he could properly find growth outside this internal stunt. A required necessity in being a Captain; Leader. Of True becoming the Anti-Steer.

This psychedelic trip brought him a conclusion and a grip to finally hold. Under normally may have never found without taking a plunge for this discovery to occur. In a stunned crossed visage of ‘The Undeserving’ the projection began getting decimated and thrashed around like a child’s target doll, whaled on nonstop. There was no further exemplified hatred then his former past transgressions to often conqueror seeing and realizing his own damages were caused by himself. This lesser variation, a scrawny portion of him that stood against himself in a time. He held no sympathy on burying this to forevermore.                     (Previous) --- References ---   ♫ --- (Next Page)

[captainkurosolaire]

Showtime      Capture            Golden Shot!

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So... I see now... To think, your Star diminished in guiding me to the path of fates How wrong I was Placed back to the orbit surrounding you I have found, your meanings. That these eyes that once held your image now Refract the shining brilliance you exhibited. These spectacles have unlocked their true purpose, A gaze to hold constellations.

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~End of the Line~

Executioner : “Any last regards or contemplating regrets to express for your acts of crime and atrocities against life, pirate?”

CKS : “.....”

CKS : “... Absolutely, none.”

CKS : “I lived, free there is nothing else to give or fight but...” An overly widened smile crossed his lips to testament to the life that was cherished and obtained not by order and chains but by his navigation. The swinging of the executioners recently polished and cut sword whizzed through through the space of air before silence...

[captainkurosolaire]

Resolving to the Peak: Highlight

🎶(Narration)🎶  Overlooking a pier that symbolically, it held origins to his becoming, making, settled past a Horizon that had come before, one that had taken his final-loss. A prophecy completed by a devil; ‘<You shall lose everything...>” It occurred, losing the only thing, only ones who held his heart and mind abay, promised reasons ones who claimed his anchor. They were prices paid. What was more worth it, to survive? Or to live on and have it gone in a new awakening for the most sacred to be fogged in memories, locked forever as a ‘goodbye’ that would never cure a heartache. That special thing that made you fill whole... Who could make you whole. You suddenly couldn’t remember their name. You couldn’t reach out! You couldn’t tell them you loved them. Tears could fill an empty sea, cause they merely believe you’re dead and they were the one’s who had to end your blight. To protect themselves and all they held as treasured, from [you.]

This place that was trotted his booted steps accompanied. This was his place of center it was here his first crew was buried. His spiral journey began and often restarted here; it’s where determination and reflection resided. His new set destinations were in cursed out. The man, the scoundrel, refracting off seas stood hating something of what glanced back in imagery. How many times... How many times... Would it TAKE? Until he got it right?        Hadn’t this been enough? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In his left hand squeezed a bottle containing his reinvention. In his right hand clutched was a switchblade. Kneeling down... He spoke to them -- the seas, under the stars: throughout the entire night until early sunrise. It was resounding a scenic place to be listened to. “...Hey, It’s me again.”              “Nice breeze, huh?” ”...I... made so many errors. -- I could go fuck it away, I could go drink t’ th’ bottom of a bottle, but it’ll never stop... It’ll delay me from resolving.” “I wasn’t ever a good man, I always sucked at it... Aye, sure, I’ve given my glint to the ‘future’ stars, though, even that could be considered self-serving or selfish, I didn’t want them to be alone, I didn’t want them to be discriminated against or grow in a place unattended. I may have ruined them by intervening, it was my loneliness that drew me here to you... Every step I take... It feels futile, cause I cradle the world and I drop it.” A pause as the splashing continued swirling and swishing loudly from tides. They felt his emotions building. “I loved a man once. -- I loved a woman once. Handled it poorly. “I was a scapegoat for the woman. A game one that played back against my ways, I can’t say didn’t deserve that. I’m not a saint, I’m admittingly a heartbreaker myself. Seducing and fonding well, it’s apart of me...” Blowing harshly while rubbing his neck a sign of nerves collecting. “The man... He was my first-first crewmate, I buried back behind cause I was ashamed, not cause I loved him, cause I loved him to much. -- I slid, I showed a vunerability, here on these...” He’d pat his hand in a hover over the seas like petting something spiritual. “...Well weakness and ruling has no place. They took their opportunties and played me, built me up, only to strike their dirk across my cheek. To dethrone me and exile me to a place where a man is turned into sheer madness. Turnt t’ wild until his soul is split in halves and he’s found himself damaged beyond his own believable fixing, many times holding opportunity but couldn’t b’ the proper curator. That scar, my first one. I couldn’t look at, cause’, I knew! I knew every time. Upon looking at it, he won and he was right. I’ve no doubt he’s on these blues as we speak and conquered you forcefully, taken you as a Warlord.” Peering closely he’d detached his eyepatch and let it drown under the abyss. “I only ever saw pictures in one-eye.” His vision became like that of trueness and starriness. He saw through himself... What needed to be done. As the sun approached and rised... To a place of the highest. “Here on. I’m not running anymore! Ye were my first, I was loved, I know that much. And I feel there’s someone out there... That still fills that way... I just haven’t said ahoy.” Taking a sharp switchblade and popping it open, he’d slice his own cheek, making the exact same replica of his ashamed scar that he had concealed and healed with a pleading conjury hand. This marked a story unlocked, brought back to light stuck visibly on the surface before all who stood across. Where one couldn’t lie from it anymore. He’d take off his silver-trimmed tricorne. Then take the bottle and squeeze some contents into his palms and mix it with water and lather his hair and then duck his head into the seas and bapitize himself. When he submerged back for air. The Sun had peaked to Highnoon. And himself in highlights and revisioned with renewal in his soaks. “I commit to you again and If I prove to be forgotten, a whisper, than I suppose my reintroduction is necessary.”

“Ahoy, I’m Captain Kuro Solaire of the Goldbrand.” Words formed from visage while donning a golden-trimmed tricorne an upgrade finally, accepting himself. 🎶 (Narration) 🎶 The Horizon fell so that the ‘Highlight’ could arrive. A state of meaning and body: where one ran towards everything they stood for, towards everything they left unfinished, his tour began with the appreciation. For those to meet, for those across these comforting therapeutic seas. It wasn’t about his story, it was to learn yours. It was to bring them and unite. It was about the starsight eyes of his showing kismet. The fates, be damned! His past? -- Here he came & was! It was time to resolve it all. Stamped in time and moment as the definition of his introduction.               

                             [”Hello, who are you?”]

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Hell’s Stranding

[Intro]

 Bloodied, panting, screaming in agony like a frightened mare. Pursuit following prey of clacking audibility.  A day that was supposed to be celebrated as the end of a telling story. Became but a new scintillating beginning. Washed, like tidal waves of a crying black mass from waste dumped into its scenic waters that related to bile. The spillage of inkwell ruining hardship of work of written literature dedicated from tears of painstaking heart. A forcing of scrapping to discard and thrust into restart bin.  This is the Prophecy of the Devil who lingered like parasite; as despair... The Crowning of all inspired t’ journeyed chase. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But in-order for an understanding.           One must be taken back.                   To before the seed of harrowing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Upon a vessel of crimson. Jesters of piracy banded together for one last hurrah. The Captain of the Goldbrand had decided to resign from his acts, it wasn’t too late to start a new leaf. To fall into the ambiance and ride peace. A belief that his age was maturing and ripe past the seasons of wild escapades. The mixtures of one shot mingles. He had his fair-share of plunder. As it stood, he was wiped cleaned. This was a fork-road, one chance in the entire lifetime. All his crimes were absolved from the belief of his death. He was ghosted off to the contracted who believed him gone. Tortured, brutalized, rivals continuously sought an end to him. They were knocking on his door constantly with envelopes of entrails of his beloveds that stood to his aside.  There was no stoppage to these events. It would only get more bloodied and all that he had in fortune would be pried from his hands stained in greed. N’haps normality would serve him well he tasted it and understood why most become the Untraveled and simple. There was promise of preserving by being stagnant. To become but stone with what was attained.   The ship rocked to the currents violently, however that could be mistaken from the ruffians of debauchery that took place below deck boards as wenches were thrashed and messy ale shattered, heads butted, brawls took place. Drunken shanties were sung, passed out and inexperienced deckhands were blasted out from their untapped sailor stomachs.  Boots of leather stopped, a crooked grin. Feint. Holding the torch of letting this all go. For preservation called it. The doubts he could remain intact and not be devoured was too surreal.  “Well mateys ye gonna steal all the celebration? Half ye already off from walkin’ and can stand coherently and from sounds o’ it the coastal gems arr bein’ drained out to a new oasis. Here, I thought we were going to treat this like Starlight and ole dear Capt be walk’n in bundles of gifts.” Chuckling softly in contentment, “I just pullin a rib-tickler. Continue, this is how I truly envisioned it one big tour across the mighty seas.”  Meanwhile in the crow’s nest the lad running in spyglass. Was awakened and became alert as a sudden gust took place. As if a tripwire was hit to where they sailed. Something ominous drawing in. Today was the melting of the fates. A yelling surfaced in warning from the crow but it was out of shout from the celebration below even the ringing of bells was drowned out. Suddenly the heavens wept in a downpour so thick and rich and violent. A storm spawned to them. The ship began heaving harder.  The Capt nearly falling from loose boots and balance. Who then drew to focus of his senses. Stepping out in haste the door opening caused a billowing wind to knock out the interior and push drunken crewmates down and a rush of water floated above from mean tides. Everything happened with the tandem of lightning striking across the sleek skies.  No one was prepared to rig or in the shape to handle this. The Capt was prepared to brave this but as he stepped foot forward on the main deck. His eye floundered to the sign of five twisters surrounding the ship and encompassing and right before them they were steering into a devastating whirlpool beginning gyrations.  “Everyone! Abandon ship, QUICKLY now. Get out of here!” But it was little to no use some were able to stumble and walk but it wasn’t fast enough. Blood rushing for moments like this. It wasn’t his first time this rodeo occurred but this happened in the spawn of nowhere and this time, he wasn’t alone. There were crewmates lives on the line. On this day of all time. He couldn’t believe the winds brought this naturally.  His memory played-back a twisted message of a creeping demon that lingered.<”You will lose... everything.”> It whispered internally and sought to break and crumble him. “DAMN IT.” His teeth gritted viciously. He sought to oppose and refute that shite from the happening. Bravely rushing with all his focus and balance towards the rigging and sails he attempted to steer. A few cracks and leaks of the would start be removed as bolts of the ship was being ripped and torn. “Jump get out of here!” He yelled at the lad on the crows-nest who slid down ladder and cut off their emergency boat to retreat. A few other mates rushing out with wenches carrying, some of the smaller and frail looking would be taken off from the gust. It was no-good. This was inescapable. This was the end an unwinnable fight. “NOT LIKE THIS. EVERYTHING, NO!” He shouted in defiance. But those who stand tall, risk stumbling sooner to the laws of nature, order, fate. Things deemed unbeatable.  The Pirate Captain, characterized of such bright promise. Who fought freedom loudly. Who turned his back on his road, throwing in the towel. He was becoming unrecognizable. This was punishment. The author of karma, wrote him like this to suffer for the transgressions. Who was he but just a blip to this world? There was a reason those gave-up. It was because they believed, they could not make a dent in something so large and that which was bigger than them. Logistics, common sense. Dreamers were often crushed. It’s why Nightmares invaded the pleasant escapes. When there is sparkling hope. There is somewhere, an envious spite is brought to extinguish that hint of light in squish it below their heels.  There would be no legends told. No glory to be had if nothing was done without a challenge. A road to climb. All would become dull. Humanity would be extinct without adaptation and the hardships it was given by not being the only dimensional form of existence on these flawed planes. Yet here was a rotten crook. That made it through Wars. That braved numerous of what should be deaths. That explored the unexplored that became history. That had lost history. A flame can always be blown out. Luck can vanish with a snap of a digit. His arm extending out trying to reach towards his Cabin’s door knob to retrieve something of importance before a bright light and blackness rung against him the howl taking him. The wind and everything fading as he flew to the current and drifted to the whirl.                                                   Is...                                         it...                                                    over...?

A figurative unspoken book begins to close shutter. Before a missing page lands before the Author sticking between their window from a pressurized defiance of gust.

[Outro]