#Pirates!Ghost AU

[pirates-ghost-au]

Foxy I'm back and I brought you some soup from the soup store ｡◕‿◕｡

[also don't ask what's in it ahahahahahahaha-]

🏴‍☠️:"....please get off my ship..NOW-"

[atomikats]

children of hawkeye (from my modern au)

[crowliphale]

Pride stuffs

+ orientations n whatnot for my blended gothfam au over on twt

[bambisspeckles]

Stowaway ✿ Poly Pirate!141 x Reader

*pics for aesthetics only!

Summary: You accidentally sneak onto pirate crew 141's ship CW: Inaccurate depiction of pirates, poly!141, fem!reader, ghost and price are kinda assholes (for right now), soap is well soap, gaz is an angel sent from heaven, reader is held captive (ish), stockholm syndrome core but like in the way beauty and the beast is, no romance yet (sorry, but don't worry it won't really be a slowburn), self-edited! WC: 1.8k

It was a mistake, honestly you should have just stayed put. You have no idea why you thought it'd be a good idea to sneak onto any ship, at all, ever.

You suppose this cruel fate is karma for your actions.

It started in the early hours of the morning, when many passenger ships were docked. You had decided to pack a small bag with your most important belongings and sneak into one of the ships cargo holds. In theory it was a good idea, you figured most of the crew we be pretty occupied tending to passengers needs, therefore your chances of getting caught and thrown into the ocean were slim. It's a shame you the ship you decided to board wasn't a passenger ship.

You should have known, it didn't look remotely like a passenger ship. There weren't any nice amenities, only one small dining room, not nearly enough beds for the amount of people that come to and from your island, and there were too many suspicious looking locked chests. There was a voice inside your head screaming for you to get off the ship but the adrenaline being pumped through your body was too high, and the yearning to escape the hell your home brought to you overruled almost all your sense of logic and reasoning. When you found the cargo hold, you didn't even think twice before making your way inside, quickly scanning your surroundings to find the best place to hide. You decide to hide behind some unmarked crates, figuring they'd be bothered the least. You squeeze your body behind the boxes, maneuvering so all of you can be hidden well.

It feels like you're there for days, realistically you know that's not true, but you're so close to leaving this island and never looking back. No matter how tempted you are to bolt, you keep yourself firmly planted behind the crates. Finally, you hear voices, it doesn't seem like there's very many people and that makes your anxiety sky rocket, but it's much too late to sneak off and try to find another ship to become a stowaway in. Pushing your knees further into your chest, you take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves. For hours you hear voices and footsteps above you, but no one seems to have any suspicions. In fact it's been so calm the rocking of the ship has your eyes fluttering shut, you've been fighting sleep but nothing has transpired for so long maybe a few minutes of shut eye won't hurt. As your mind battles between alertness and staying asleep you hear something.

Footsteps. Coming down the steps, right into the cargo hold.

Your heart drops into your stomach and your breath hitches. You squeeze your body into itself in an attempt to make it smaller, one of your hands coming to clasp your mouth shut. The footsteps get louder and louder until you see a large figure standing in the archway. You go rigid as you get a better look at him. He's no average sailor, he's a fucking pirate.

"Great." You think wryly. "If he finds me then I really am dead."

He's moving around some boxes, you're not quite sure why, and for a moment you think he has no clue you're there.

Unfortunately for you, that's where you're wrong.

In the blink of an eye he grabs you from behind your crate wall, holding you by the scruff of your neck like a naughty kitten. The look in his eye is dark, and the rest of his face is covered by a mask, a skull print adorning the fabric. He says nothing, only staring at you for a moment before throwing you over his shoulder and walking back up the steps, presumably to bring you to the rest of the crew.

Oh. you're totally fucked now.

The mans footsteps attract the attention of his crew as he walks across the deck, when he stops walking, he practically throws you onto the ground, forcing you to kneel before three other men.

"Wha' a bonnie thing she is… S' what tha' noise was? Was startin' worry I was finally losin' it." A man, Scottish you think, says as he stares at you. His thumb dragging down the side of your face as a devilish smirk graces his lips.

You flinch under his touch and the Scotsman quickly removes his hand but his touch is soon replaced by another, a man much more imposing than he. Rough hands gripping your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Was wonderin' why it sounded like there was a rat down in the cargo," A dark glint flashes through his eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. "Now tell me, stowaway, wha' the hell are ya doin' on my ship."

Tears well in your eyes as you struggle against his grip, and you can feel his impatience growing as he waits for you to respond. After another moment, the final man turns to speak to you.

"Captain asked ya a question love, best answer him before he gets angry." His voice is surprisingly gentle, and when you meet his gaze, soft brown eyes stare back at you, eyes filled with pity.

The look in his eye breaks you, and fat tears begin rolling down the apples of your cheeks.

"I'm… I'm sorry!" You choke out your words between sobs, your body taut under the piercing gaze of the Captain.

A beat of silence passes before the Captain of the ship releases you from his grip, your body crumbling into itself.

"I didn't know! I didn't- I don't… I just wanted to leave! I promise I didn't take anything a-and you can drop me off at your next stop, just please don't hurt me…" Your words come out watery, your voice hoarse and snot coming out of your nose, ugly sobbing as these men surround you.

The man with the soft brown eyes crouches down next you, his gentle hand wiping tears off your cheeks.

"You poor thing, you're all outta' sorts. M' sure you didn't mean any harm…" He looks towards his Captain but his head is still angled in your direction. "Go easy on her sir, poor thing is trembling."

The Captain scoffs, his arms folding over his chest as he studies you, his gaze scrutinizing, piercing through you.

"She shoulda' thought of that before sneaking onto my ship." He gives you another once over before ordering you to stand on your feet. You figure it's best to do what he says so you rise from the ground, knees almost buckling under you.

The group of men stare at you for a while, seemingly unsure of what to do with you. After a few moments, a deep voice from behind finally speaks, you turn to look at him, his skull mask making your spine tingle with terror.

"We should just throw er' off the ship, no bloody reason to keep the thing around." You wince at the way he refers to you, objectifying, dehumanizing.

"Now, now, Ghost, nae reason tae make such a hasty decision. The kitten's completely harmless! I say we keep er', it'll be so nice to have a bonnie thing on board." The man, Ghost, scoffs.

"We don' need liabilities layin' around Johnny. Sides' got no use for er'. M' sure Price is inclined to agree with me." Ghost turns his head towards Price, presumably waiting for some type of agreeance on what he said.

Before the Captain can even get a word out, he's interjected.

"M' inclined to agree with Soap- for different reasons," He pauses shooting Soap a look, but he merely shrugs back. "But I agree all the same. I mean look at er' poor thing is terrified, I doubt she came to pillage our goods Captain."

Price sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mulls over his, limited, options. Everyone, including you, waits for him with bated breath. Selfishly, you hope he'll keep you around a bit longer, at least then you'll get a chance to make an escape plan.

Finally, the Captain speaks.

"She can stay, for now. We can keep er' in the cellar until I figure out wha' the hell to do with her." His words carry a tone of finality, a fact that has Ghost scoffing.

"You're jus' pickin' sides cause' Gaz wants to keep er' around." He motions towards the man next to you, bitter venom coming out alongside his words.

Gaz rolls his eyes, blowing out with an irritated sigh.

"Price isn't picking sides, he's doing what's right. Just cause' you don't agree with it doesn't mean that-" Price puts his hand on Gaz's shoulder, interrupting his sentence. A silent way of telling him "settle down."

Gaz relaxes under the Captains touch.

"Gaz, Soap, take er' down to the cellar, we'll keep er' there for now. Ghost, come with me to my quarters." Ghost mumbles something in response, but his words are muffled by his mask, something you're sure he's grateful for at this moment.

You, Soap, and Gaz watch him for a moment as he follows Price like a kicked puppy. When they're finally out of view, Soap and Gaz turn their attention back to you.

"C'mon kitten, yer gonna ave' tae be a bit uncomfortable tonight, the Captain didnae plan for any stowaways.." He chuckles at you playfully, something you'd find much more comforting under different circumstances.

You suddenly feel a hand on your back, the skin a bit rough even through the fabric of your clothes. You whip your head to look behind to see Gaz, his soft brown eyes still filled with that same look of pity. He and Soap begin gently guiding you towards the ships cellar.

"It's alright love, The Captain can be a bit cruel but he won't hurt you. Even pirates have their limits… Besides, I assure you we're not nearly as bad as some of the other pirates out there. We'll get you sorted out in the morning."

You have no reason to trust these men, all you've known is that pirates cause pain and destruction everywhere they go, but the only thing you can do right now is trust them. So, you nod timidly, letting them guide without resistance.

Hopefully you can escape at the next docking place.

[gothghostiie]

good morning im thinking about Pirate!Price and his crew sailing around the world and finding your little village by chance. they need a drink at the local tavern and its quickly 'taken over' by them, drinking as if its the last thing they'll do. only when they stagger back to their ship and see you leaning out of the window of your little hut they seem to sober up suddenly, all putting on their best charming smiles - then it's just a fight of who saw you first.

[kaleidos-copia]

I just rewatched one of my favorite films, The Princess Bride, for the first time since becoming obsessed with Ghost, and now I can't stop thinking about Copia as Westley. All black outfit, gloves, mask, and even a little moustache... it's so Copia coded.

Not to mention Copia is witty and agile, just like Westley. He would scale the Cliffs of Insanity, duel strangers, and sprint great distances to rescue you, all because you're his true love.

The quote, "Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while," is also very Copia, isn't it? And just imagine Buttercup and Westley's reunion as you and Copia...

Need I say more?

[ethereal-night-fairy]

To the Edge of Chaos

Pirate!Gaz x Female Reader (of mixed Arab decent)

After being accused of murder of a high ranking officer, Kyle flees the country with his friends and comrades in tow. They never look back on their lives as naval officers, instead they forge their future in new beginnings becoming the most renowned and feared crew across the seven seas.

It's only years later that fate intertwine his journey with someone who resembles home yet feels so foreign. Nostalgia threatens his way of life but is he willing to let go of her so soon? Especially when she's so desperate for help.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

(yes I know I have too many series I'm working on but I just couldn't help myself when I saw this picture. I just had to come up with something. This is loosely based of the story of Sinbad.)

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Poly!Pirate!141 x Reader

Fun fact: I write my fanfictions on Notion, where I have one database for ideas and then one for the entire fanfictions. Just got done writing down an idea for poly!pirate!141 x Reader, and this is how it ends. I'm excited ya'll.

[pinkiexneomorph277]

For Pirate Submas Au .

Cause Roleplay Shenagians this is the result

[ssukaed]

Hey konst, can you draw ghost as a pirate? (Or ghost in general) thanks mate!

aye aye mate

they have a mechanical arm to use in battle 🦾 otherwise they walk around without it

[pirates-ghost-au]

PIRATES GHOST AU 🏴‍☠️⚓

a Fnaf x Piggy AU AskBlog about a ghost 99% bear named Ghosty on a ship with animal animatronics named Foxy the captain of the ship, Bonnie the rabbit and Mangle the white fox.

[art made by MyEnd🐩]

characters and their emojis: 🎸 - Bonnie

🏳️‍🌈 - Mangle

🏴‍☠️ - Foxy

👻 - Ghosty

🩸 - ???

🎲 - ???

🎩 - ???

This blog is ran by 2 people who are both minors so don't be the bad kind of weird please, its also why the style in the posts will change as the 2 people don't have the same art style.

You can roleplay with us if wanted (even if your not a Piggy or Fnaf account) you will just be a ghost/hallucination unless it makes sense in the context

Do not interact if your a proshipper, homophobia, transphobia, racist or a porn account

run by @mylivingend and @giltch-shadow-wolf666 or MyEnd🐩 and Glitchwolf💜

use She/They/Ender for MyEnd and She/They for Glitchwolf

both have pretty different art styles :>

both use different tags depending on who made the post

MyEnd's tags:

#MyEnd's time to answer🐩 - MyEnd is answering asks

#MyEnd's slaytastic art🐩 - MyEnd's art

#MyEnd uses words🐩 - MyEnd talks

#MyEnd is this unrelated🐩 - MyEnd says something unrelated to the askblog

#MyEnd tag your it🐩 - MyEnd's general tag

Glitchwolf tags:

#Glitch’s silly answer 💜 - Glitchwolf answering asks

#Glitch’s stupid ahh art 💜 - Glitchwolf’s art

#Glitch yapping 💜 - Glitchwolf talks

#Glitch being a dumbass 💜 - Glitchwolf says something unrelated to the askblog

#who is dis dumbahh glitchtrap knock-off? 💜 - Glitchwolf general tag

other tags:

#Pirates!Ghost AU - The tag for most posts that have to do with this blog and AU

#Pirates!Ghost Asks - Asks being answered #Pirates!Ghost Reblog - a reblog that has to do with the blog

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

"You look lonely. I can fix that" but it's siren Rain trying to lure someone toward the water in my Ghost pirate AU.

[vinyl-lol]

I have gotten... very addicted to drawing this stupid ass fish

[bambisspeckles]

Trapped ✿ Poly Pirate!141 x Reader -- Part Two

A continuation of Stowaway...

*pics for aesthetics only!

Summary: Your first day aboard the 141 CW: Inaccurate depiction of pirates, poly!141, fem!reader, ghost and price are kinda assholes (for right now), soap is well soap, gaz is an angel sent from heaven, reader is held captive (ish), stockholm syndrome core but like in the way beauty and the beast is, no romance w reader yet (sorry, but don't worry it won't really be a slowburn), implied ghoap (its such a small implication I'm sorry) self-edited! WC: 1.9k

Sleep escapes you through the night. The cellar is small and uncomfortable, at times the ship gets rocked so hard you get tossed around, and the wooden floorboards are hard and splintered. You lay there, curled up into a ball, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. It's cold and you're so hungry you can almost hear your stomach growling over the sound of waves crashing against the ships hull. You feel pathetic and weak, and you only have yourself to blame for the predicament you're in. At the very least you should have been offered some food or a spare blanket, a thought that in retrospect is foolish. These aren't gentlemen, they're pirates. They take and pillage until they can take and pillage no more.

You lay there for hours, staring into the darkness with only the sound of the ocean to keep you company. Your eyes are heavy but you can only sleep for a few minutes before you are, quite literally, jolted into consciousness. You go through this back and forth battle for hours until the door opens and morning light shines through the frame. Gaz steps through, his eyes widening in panic when he sees you on the floor.

"Jesus fuckin'- Are you alright? Are you sick? God n' you're shivering…" He rushes to your side, giving you a once over before attempting to place the back of his hand on your forehead. You flinch away from his touch and he awkwardly scrunches his before moving his hand away.

"I'm… I'm fine." You say, you lie. You know he doesn't believe you but you're not sure you care.

"M' sure you're famished, I can bring you somethin' to eat." At the thought of food your stomach growls and Gaz chuckles, shaking his head at you softly. "I'll bring you something love."

As he stands from the ground and turns back towards the entrance, you reach out to grip his wrist, pulling his attention towards you once more. He tilts his head at you curiously, brows slightly furrowed as he waits for you to speak.

"I… Can I leave here, please? It's not like I can run off anywhere and it's stuffy in here." Gaz bites his bottom lip, chewing on it thoughtfully for a moment.

"I'm not sure, Captain hasn't really been clear on what exactly he wants to do with you. Honestly I think it's best you stay here till we dock tomorrow. That way at least you'll be out Price's line of fire… And out of Soap's paws, and it's definitely in your best interest that we keep you away from Ghost." You wince at the mention of Ghost, you swear you can see his dark hooded eyes everytime your eyes close.

There's a part of you that wants to fight back against Gaz, but you know that he's honestly working in your best interest, which you're both suspicious of and grateful for. Instead you decide to back down, sucking your bottom lip in and nodding obediently.

"Okay… Okay, I'll stay."

Gaz smiles at you pitifully, something you wish he'd stop doing. His sympathetic smiles don't free you from this cellar, or from this ship you've foolishly trapped yourself on.

"I'll bring you something to eat," He pauses, noting the curled up position you're in. "And some blankets. We should have done that last night, sorry." He gives you one last sheepish look before turning on his heels, once again leaving you alone.

You're getting antsy.

Gaz has been gone for, well you're not sure exactly how long, but it feels like it's been quite awhile since he promised you food and blankets. You're getting light headed, and pairing that with the cold just isn't helping. Anxiously, you look back and forth between the cellar door and the splintered wooden floor, the idea of just going above deck and looking for Gaz yourself rolling around like a marble in your head. It's a bad idea, you know it is, but your stomach is so painfully empty that you feel ill, and you don't think there are anymore goosebumps to be raised on your skin. You mull over the options in your head.

One, stay in the cellar and hope Gaz hasn't forgotten about you. Or two, leave the cellar and possibly run into the Captain, or worse, Ghost.

Bumping into Johnny wouldn't be so bad. I mean sure, his stares linger too long and that toothy grin of his is less than inviting, but at least he won't throw you overboard when he sees you. At least you think he won't. After a few more minutes of waiting and suffering, you decide to head up to the deck and look for Gaz. You don't know how much longer you can wait for him to come back before you pass out. So, on very wobbly legs, you push yourself off the ground and make your way to the cellar door.

The sun blinds you as the door opens, the smell of the sea smacking you in the face. Truthfully, the bite of the chilly air is refreshing after be locked in that stuffy cellar, despite how cold you are. You climb the steps all the way to the main deck, quickly taking in your surroundings. No one seems to be out on the deck which is both good and bad news for you. As much as you'd like to find Gaz, you're not too sure how the Captain would feel about you aimlessly wandering about the ship, especially when you're sure he doesn't want you on it to begin with. Your stomach growls and you slowly walk towards the ships railing, gently draping your upper half over it, the mist from the waves hitting your face. You close your eyes for a moment, breathing in the scent of the ocean. You take a moment to breathe, to process. Your stomach growls in protest at your lack of movement, but you can't bring yourself to care much when this is the first time in hours you've been able to breath the fresh sea air. You're fighting the urge to drift off when suddenly you're yanked backwards by the waist.

You let out a squeal, you're body flailing as you attempt to loosen the grasp of whichever crew member grabbed you.

"Stop bloody movin'." The voice practically barks out.

"Oh." You think wryly, your body going still.

Once again Ghost had been the one to catch you. How cruel, he was the last person you were wanting to run into.

Ghost flips you to face towards him, his body somewhat pining you against the railing. It vaguely crosses your mind that if he wanted to throw you off the ship, now is this most opportune time for him to do so.

"Wha' are ya doin' out your cage." You furrow your brows at the word 'cage'. Sure, there may be a part of you that does agree it feels like a cage, but it's not. Pets go in cages and you're no pet.

"It's not a cage…" You mumble, lip pouted and brows still furrowed. "And I didn't- I was going to stay in the cellar but Gaz never came back."

Ghost cocks his head slightly, the movement voicing his obvious confusion.

"Gaz never came back for wha'?" The way he asks sends shivers down your spine and you have no idea how he can make such a simple question sound so dark and sinister. You swallow thickly, eyes darting away from his.

"He was going to bring me food and some blankets." Your voice is quiet, timid as you speak to him.

Ghost only grunts in response before grabbing your wrist, rather tightly you may add, and dragging you god knows where. He drags you down a short hallway before stopping in front of a door. Behind it, you think you hear voices, and your suspicions are confirmed when Ghost swings the door open and you're greeted by the faces of the three other men.

"Aye, well would ye look at tha'!" Soap is the first to speak, a nasty grin plastered on his face. "Was just wonderin' what ye were up to kitten." You grimace at the pet name, something you know he finds amusing when he chuckles under his breath.

Before you have a chance to speak, Ghost pushes you further into the room before shutting the door behind him. Price gives Ghost an expectant look, before his eyes dart towards you. He takes that as his queue to speak, his grip still tight on your wrist.

"Found er' sniffin' round' on the deck." Ghost states simply, his voice rough and gravelly.

"I was not "sniffing' around anywhere! I told you, I was simply-" Before you have a chance to finish speaking, the Captain interrupts you.

"Stowaways don't speak out of turn." Price's words are laced with something dark and dominating, the aura of them shutting you up with a quiet whimper.

His eyes scan your face, jaw ticking thoughtfully before he sighs, leaning forward on his desk and putting his weight on his elbows.

"Why were you on the deck?" In the short time you've been here, and with the very limited interactions you have had with Captain Price, you have some understanding that when he asks a question, he wants an answer, and he wants it quickly.

"I- I was looking for Gaz." You mumble curtly, your eyes darting around the room to avoid eye contact with Price.

All eyes turn to Gaz, his head cocked to the side in confusion.

"Me? Did you need somethin' love?" You chew on your bottom lip, nodding softly at him.

"I'm hungry, and rather cold… You said you'd be back but you never came." Gaz looks even more confused than before, his brows dipping further down his face.

"Soap didn't bring you some food and blankets?" He asked.

You shake your head at him again.

"Um, no? Was he supposed to?" Gaz rolls his eyes, turning his head towards Soap who's rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"I told you to bring her the stuff I gave you," His voice raised slightly. "You've left the poor girl starving and cold."

Soap chuckles awkwardly, his eyes darting towards Ghost.

"I ken! I ken… Jus' got a bit distracted." Gaz groans at the implication. "Dinnae hate me too much for it." Soap then turns towards you, crowding you against a wall.

"M' sorry kitten, didnae mean tae forget about ye… Can ye forgive me?" And something about the way he asks makes you fidget.

You squirm against him in an attempt to break free from his grasp, but all he does is smirk and press harder. After a moment of your struggle, the Captain clears his throat.

"Alrigh' nough' of that Soap." The scotsman chuckles softly before finally moving away from you. Price stands from his desk, prompting the whole room to look at him, including you. "Dinner is soon. S' Ghost's night for cookin' so you, stowaway, you'll join us for supper."

His eyes scan the room quickly before nodding towards the door.

"Everyone out of my room."

As fast as he gave the order, everyone was out, standing outside his room like lost cattle. You feel a hand on the small of your back, and when you look behind you, you see Gaz.

"Dinner will be ready soon, just hold out a bit longer. I'll grab ya some blankets to keep ya cozy while waiting." He smiles softly at you and to your surprise, you smile back, an involuntary movement that has him giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

He leads you back to the cellar and once you're alone again you have only one thought.

"I hope Ghost doesn't poison my food."

[snurtsnurtcreations]

The Fisherwoman Pt 4

Call of duty pirate au outline part 4 (links: part 1, part 2, part 3)

Pirate captain Soap x Former navy officer now pirate first mate Ghost x fisherwoman reader

Welcome to my most recent brainworm :D Enjoy!

Warnings: uuhhh fights

What happened was the HMS Force, Captain Price’s ship, breached the pirate ship and took no prisoners. They were surprised to find Mrs. Shepherd on board, and she begged them to get help for the poor girl that had kept her company all this time. Upon seeing that the woman on the ground was, in fact, alive, they took you to the on-board medic, who did his best to help seal up the wounds. Certainly not as bad as it could have been, they must have only gotten her with it a few times, he deduces.

You come to once during the night, moaning in pain, but fall back unconscious quickly.

When you wake again, you suck in a sharp breath as you gain a crystal clear observation of your surroundings. There are unfamiliar voices outside the door. You are laid out on your stomach on a cot, dressed in a man’s shirt and pants. On edge, you force yourself to sit up, back stiff and mercilessly throbbing in pain. A hesitant hand reaches back to brush along your back, feather-light, and you hiss at even that sensation as your fingertips come into contact with bandages.

You recoil as the door opens, an unfamiliar group of men casually walking in and pausing when they see you’re awake. You stare at them wide eyed.

“Oh, you ought not to be up right now.” One of them says. Gentle though his words may be, it sets you off like a trigger.

You scramble up to grab something to defend yourself, and quick as snap you’re holding up a metal pan that once held medical supplies but now looks ready to send someone to the medic.

“Woah! Woah, let’s calm down there.” A dark-skinned man with a bandanna covering the top of his head puts his hands up placatingly, “My name’s Kyle Garrick.” He patiently explains that he is a soldier in the Royal Navy, that they rescued you and your mistress from pirates, that you’re on the HMS Force, under Captain Price’s command, that you’re safe here, and they’ll get you home.

He introduces the man that spoke earlier as the doctor of the ship He’s been treating your wounds for the past couple days that you’ve been unconscious. No one has done anything untoward during your stay here, and it was Mrs. Shepherd who changed you into a sailor’s spare clothes.

You relax minutely but demand to see Mrs. Shepherd, for your own peace of mind. The last sailor that hadn’t been introduced is sent to go fetch her. In the meanwhile, you tentatively ask the doctor about the state of your back.

He explains that it seems to be on course to heal quite nicely, two, maybe three weeks, tops. There will naturally be some scarring, but it’s hard to tell to what extent as of yet. He offers you a drink to help with the pain, but you politely decline.

Mrs. Shepherd bursts through the door, babbling on and on about how worried she was and how good it is to see you awake and how she thought for certain that pirate would go easy on you but all pirates are the same, scoundrels the whole lot of them, and on and on she goes.

You listen patiently, now much more relaxed since it seems the sailors were true to their word - even if they did still think you were a serving girl for the lady. Perhaps it is safer this way. The sailors excuse themselves and let the women a moment to themselves.

You pick out bits and pieces of information through Mrs. Shepherd’s rant  about the state of the ship and the food and the stink of the men-! You learn that Captain Price’s crew had just happened upon the pirate ship and decided to take it out on a whim, as fortune would have it. The ship was originally a mission to eliminate a different pirate captain. Despite the sudden civilian addition, the ship stays its course to the Cape of Good Hope.

Now that rang an urgent bell in your head because that's where Mrs. Shepherd had claimed, some weeks ago, the trap would be set for the pirate captain Soap. Could it really be that some convoluted luck would send her directly to them? Is this the very crew that are meant to be the ambush?

You spend the next couple weeks healing aboard the ship. You’re initially guarded around the sailors, but you soon realize they are just men like any other, simply sailors fulfilling their duty. You cannot hold onto any resentment against them, not when Kyle offer you a meal everyday to make sure you eat something. Not when a sailor, just barely grown, always makes sure to politely take off his cap when greeting the ladies. Not when the men gather round during dinner, telling stories of their wives and children waiting at home. The bushy faced captain is kind, though gruff. And the crew are jolly and respectful, though dutiful.

They board in the Cape of Good Hope, and set the women up in a respectable inn, with a sailor as chaperone for the time being. Mrs. Shepherd, nosy as she is, asks all about the plan her husband had cooked up. The sailors points out a wealthy beach house a ways out, and explains that the pirates would be lured here thinking that they would catch General Shepherd off guard on vacation, but instead, Captain Price’s crew will be waiting there for them.

“Don’t they have a crew of their own, isn’t there a fair chance they might beat you even with your advantage?” You ask, genuinely curious, and partially trying to convince yourself they would be fine.

“Don’t say such things!” Mrs. Shepherd gasps, scandalized, “Our boys will surely be victorious.”

The sailor shrugs.

“There’s always teh chance, but.” He pauses, looks around. Then lowers his voice, “You didn’t hear from me, but I swear, Captain’ Price must have known Ghost before he was a pirate. He knows how his brain works.”

And that was certainly an interesting piece of information, but you can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t adding up. For how adamant the General had been that the pirates would be dead, there seemed to be too much left to chance here. What if the HMS Force had been held up at sea? What if somehow, the ambush doesn’t work?

Somehow, Mrs. Shepherd had needled her way into getting a tour of the make believe vacation house she would have stayed at in the scenario. The sailor relented, but he was quick with the tour. Living room here, bedroom there, kitchen, bathroom, moving on-

But an odd pattern started emerging for you as they went room to room. You had almost thought it was a fishing line when it had first caught your eye, and you had to do a double take. But no, it was a write behind that cabinet. In the next room, another along the frame of the bed. Another pressed into a crack in the floor. The further you went, the harder you had to look for them, the more convoluted the hiding spots were.

As the sailor hurries them back out of the house, you catch one last wire stretched around the porch at the back of the house and out of sight. It was hardly visible, only found because you were looking for it, but you were certain it was there.

Before you had a chance to point it out and ask about it, Captain Price had the sailors marching inside, and scrapped for the sailor escorting the women to take them back to the inn and return post-haste. The Stalker had been spotted on the horizon, the sunset blazing behind them.

The sailor did as he was told, herding the two back to the inn, and Mrs. Shepherd perched at the window excitedly. You barely got her attention to tell her you weren’t feeling very well and would run to the store and the lady was already waving you off. “Don’t be long! It looks like it’s about to start!”

You rushed back to the vacation house, counting down the minutes in your mind, but it was a fair distance away and you were out of breath from the sailor jogging you back earlier. But still, you made it, and crept to the back of the house, keeping low behind bushes so as not to be spotted by the men inside. A glance at the sea showed the silhouette of multiple rowboats slipping through the water, silent as the breeze. A glance at the house showed a dark, homey place, a single lantern lit in a bedroom, and it sent a shiver down your spine at how convincing it looked to be a true vacation home, how little you would expect to find a whole crew of men armed to the teeth.

It took some time for your eyes to adjust to the creeping darkness that was quickly overtaking the sky, to find the wire you saw earlier, but after a moment- there! There it was, stretched down the porch beam and through the bushes. You followed its path out, out, away from the building and then there it went, stretching out over a grassy field and up a hill. Out here it was easier to spot, with no furniture or wood to guide the eye away, but it was still difficult to follow, pressed low into the ground and shrouded by tall grass.

Up the hill you followed, further and further, to the cliffy top of the hill. A glance behind at the house in the distance, at the ship, at the beach, and- oh! The shadowy silhouette of men creeping up the sand. Surely, surely, within that group were your beloved Simon and Johnny. You could go down there, stop them, tell them of the ambush, but-

But you know what this wire means, where you’d seen it before, when Makarov was rigging your cousin’s ship to explode. It had been activated by a person at the end of the wire, so there must be someone at the end of this one, waiting for an ambush of their own, willing to blow up both Price’s and Johnny’s crew.

You had to get there now.

Hurriedly, you reached where the wire trailed into a shady alcove carved out of the cliff, and within it-

You caught sight of the back of a man crouched behind a rock, watching the silhouettes below creep closer to the house. Your breath caught in your throat when the last dregs of sunlight glimmered just so over the planes of the man’s face.

Graves.

Your stomach churned violently, but a rock solid anger hardened in your gut. With a running start, you tackled the man, first and foremost wrenching the detonator out of his hands. It tumbled down the side of the cliff, it’s wire pulling taut, and then it is left swinging.

Blindly, you hear the start of combat down below, the shouting of men and the shot of guns, but now you’re focused on wrestling with the man on the ground. The one who’s had you tortured. The one who’d been about to blast your husbands to pieces

The two of you twist and writhe on the ground, kicking and clawing at each other. He pauses when he catches sight of your face.

“Wh- you??”

“Me.” You bare your teeth in a scowl, then punch him in the face. The fight continues. He reaches for his knife, you kick it away, you flip over each other a couple times, rolling to be just outside the alcove now.

You don’t notice it but the fighting below has quieted. Midfight, Ghost spotted the explosives the wire was attached to in the house and shouted at Price, enraged. Price, upon seeing the wire, paled. The crews were ordered off each other and swiftly evacuated.

“Shepherd never planned on either of us returning.” Price growls as the realization dawns. The two captains and their first mates hurriedly follow the wire trail up the hill. They catch sight of the scuffle outside the alcove.

Johnny and Simon can’t believe their eyes, but their feet instinctively quicken in stride.

Meanwhile, Graves had gotten the upper hand, straddling you, huffing and puffing from the effort he just exerted. He’s got his hands around your throat, slowly constricting the air out of your body.

“I should have just killed you when I had the chance.” he snarls. Face red and losing oxygen fats, your hands scramble around yourself for something, anything-

“Yeah, you fucking should have.” You grunt out, and slam a fist sized rock against his head. He topples off of you, groaning and cradling his head.

You finch as somebody’s boot collides with Graves’ side, and suddenly you’re aware of four more men that had ascended the hill. You clamber upright, hands scraping up the cliffside to help you stand, eyes wide and panicked, and your back positively burns. You can’t fight four more men, you barely got out alive with the one and-

Wait, you recognize these men. That’s Captain Price’s bushy mustache. That’s Kyle’s bandanna. That’s- Johnny’s gentle eyes, bewildered at the sight of you but so full of love- there’s Simon, mask and all, apprehending Graves-

Oh.

Oh, how you’ve missed them. You throw yourself at Johnny with reckless abandon, filing your arms around his neck.

“What- how did yoo-” he can’t seem to figure out what question to ask, but he wraps his arms around you all the same. You flinch when his arm brushes against your back, and his eyes fill with concern.

Captain Price and Kyle, stood off to the side, look completely baffled by this turn of events. Before they can even open their mouths to ask, Ghost has thrown the bound Graves into their arms, and turned to put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Now how did you end up all the way out here, love?” He asks, and you can barely make out his eyes from behind the mask in this darkness, but he care in his voice is unmistakable.

“So fucking much has happened,” You throw your head back and laugh, “I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Try.” Johnny implores. You can see the possibilities running circles in his head, each thought making him fear worse and worse.

“Alright, alright,” You concede, pulling away from him, “but let’s find somewhere to settle down, my back is killing me- oh! Captain Price, did the explosives go off? Did anyone get hurt?” You direct the last question to both captains.

“Nothin’ they cannae take.” Johnny grumbles.

“Nobody exploded.” Price reassures you, shaking his head wryly, “All thanks to you, huh?”

You blink and look around. “I guess so.” Simon steadies you with a firm grip on your forearm, and you open your mouth to ask why, confusion written all over your face, but then you realize your entire body is trembling like a newborn lamb. “I think… I’m going to sit down.”

Easing yourself down on shaky, shaky legs, you take a seat on the grass. Simon settles right next to you, and you readily lean into him, whilst Johnny ccrouches nearby, giving the two sailors the stink eye.

Kyle quickly excuses himself, leading Graves away, and Price leaves only after getting confirmation that they’ll have a chat later.

Watching as the two crews work together to disable to explosives under a moonlit sky, you start your tale from the beginning. The suspicious man at the market, your decision to go, meeting your cousin… the disastrous trip that landed you in Makarov’s ship, the lashing, Price coming to the unwitting rescue…

You tell them everything, and they listen with rapt attention. Johnny lays a comforting hand on your shoulder when you speak of your cousin’s demise. They both stiffen at the mention of Makarov, but you continue. When you skim over the lashes, Simon squeezes your hand, eyes pained and searching as he asks, “How many?”

“Was supposed to be twenty.” You glance away, attempting a noncommittal shrug, “Price’s men attacked the ship just after the eleventh.”

“Oh, luv…” Johnny murmurs, pressing a kiss to your palm with trembling lips. Simon’s taking off his mask, and his face is heartbroken, and- well, shit, now you’re crying right along with him. He bumps his forehead to yours.

“Y’were supposed to stay safe, you stubborn woman.” Simon huffs, smiling gently.

“You were too, but you were this close to getting blown up just now.” You tease.

Anyway, that’s as far as the outline goes. Y’all go home, Price kills Shepherd, happily ever after The End!

If i were to really write this id add in a whole lot more scenes where we get to see the boys doing dangerous pirate stuff, protectin each other, being in love, talking bout their wifey, etc. But as is, here's the outline, will probably never be fully fleshed out so enjoy!

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