#Sailor Aquila

[sailoraquila]

Sailor Aquila 2024

[ethan-acfan]

Thinking about desmond turning into a dragon (think night fury from httyd) and absolutely fucking with his ancestors

I already preach that if desmond survived, he would have electricity/lighting powers. Now take that and turn him into a silly dragon who hangs out in Malik's bureau, causing problems. Or discovering a Tempalr base and absolutely destroying it and accidentally causing rumors about the assassins to start up about how they have a mythical beast on their side. (Their not wrong but they don't need to know that)

Imagine Altair getting cornered in a fight and then turning to the guards with a huge grin before giving an ear piercing whistle, and within seconds, half of their ranks have been struck down with lightning and the other half it actively on fire. Altair disappears from the fight, and people start to speculate that he managed to befriend a god or become one himself. Desmond does not like this but is too proud of his skills to reveal himself. He does make sure to let Altair "slip" from his grasp as pay back.

With Ezio, he gets a reputation for having a huge beast following him everywhere. Anyone who knows Ezio knows that it's just Desmond wanting attention. Also, multiple borgia towers were "mysteriously struck by lightning" (ezio is glaring at desmond while he goes and puts the fires out). Leo also loves studying Desmond. Specifically, his wings and desmond is just happy to be getting treats and ear scratches.

Connor thinks that desmond is some guardian of the forest, although he does have a bad habit of "accidentally" setting haythem's cape on fire. The sailors think he brings Goodluck to the boat and all give him treats for keeping the place safe. He enjoys rolling around on the deck or flying above head up in the clouds and absolutely demolishing any ships who try to attack the Aquila. Connor enjoys having him around the homestead until he manages to get into the house and makes a mess with all the weapons.

[teecupangel]

Okay what if Edward stated haunting the jackdaw after his death and some pieces of the jackdaw after its destruction was repurposed into the aquila

Yeah, that could work. All we know from the Jackdaw’s ‘death’ is that it sank in the West Indies (as seen in Freedom Cry where Adéwalé can get the figurehead) so it’s possible that Adéwalé could have told them where to find it. Although using parts from an already sunken and drenched ship would be dangerous so I would suggest that there’s something in Aquila that was once part of the Jackdaw. I would have suggested the helm but that’s already in Kenway mansion before it sunk and having the figurehead instead is kinda iffy (and absolutely not because I like the figurehead of the Aquila XD).

So how about the chest in the captain’s cabin instead?

Edward would start haunting the Jackdaw under the sea since the Jackdaw was sunk before his death and maybe he manages to whisper to the one diving to take the chest because he realized that’s what he was ‘connected’ to.

Why?

He has no idea.

His first guess would be because the Jackdaw’s pirate flag had been stored in the chest after they sailed for Bristol.

Maybe the lingering attachment Edward had for the pirate’s life is what is keeping him tethered to the ship.

Once Aquila is constructed, he begins to haunt it.

The crew of the Aquila believes he is a dead sailor or maybe even one of the men that Achilles had killed before.

Achilles never saw him though.

To be more exact, Edward couldn’t appear before him.

No matter what he does.

He always return in the cabin whenever he is about to enter Achilles’ line of sight.

No.

When he’s about to enter the line of sight of any Assassins.

He can’t even contact anyone else. The moment he tries to come near them, he’s back in the captain’s cabin once more.

If someone was in the captain’s cabin, it was like he was completely invisible.

And he could not do anything.

Can’t even try and leave a message for Adéwalé any time he boards the Aquila.

He can’t even throw anything to defuse his rage after hearing that Haytham, his own son, had become a Templar.

All he could do was watch the sea as his rage slowly subsided.

And what’s left is pain and love.

The pain of knowing his son chose a path he could not approve and the indestructible love he felt for him even as he walked a path Edward would never approve.

Maybe there was a reason.

Maybe Edward simply want there to be a reason…

He didn’t want to believe his son would willingly join the organization that killed him without a reason.

What about Jenny?

Was Jenny alright?

Was she… still alive?

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.

How many years have passed?

Since that fateful day…

He finally saw Haytham once more.

And he heard of Adéwalé’s death.

And now, all he can do is watch as Haytham destroys the Brotherhood in the colonies, leaving Achilles in pain and limping as he ordered the Aquila to return home.

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He haunts a rotting ship.

He haunts a dying ship.

He doesn’t know what has happened to Haytham.

He does not know what happened to Jenny.

Was this his punishment for not being a good husband to Caroline?

He tried to be a good husband to Tessa but he knew that would never remove the stain of his failure as Caroline’s husband.

Was this his punishment for not listening to Jenny? For trying to selfishly keep her safe by marrying her off to someone who could provide her with everything she would ever need?

Was this his punishment for teaching Haytham before he could even understand what it means to be part of the Brotherhood?

Was this his punishment for believing Birch?

Was this…

His own personal hell?

His punishment for living when his friends, his fellow pirates, all died…

Was he meant to haunt this dying ship until it finally sinks deep into the waters below?

Alone in this cold prison…

“Hello?”

Edward turned at the sound of a young man’s voice.

He was tall with clothes that reminded Edward of the few natives that would sometimes board the Aquila when Achilles still held fire in his eyes.

“Are you one of Mr. Faulkner’s men?” The boy asked curiously.

Edward looked around, wondering who the boy was talking to.

Until he remembered.

It was just him.

His head turned back to the boy quickly as he asked, “Can you… can you see me?”

The boy frowned as he replied in a questioning tone, confused by the question itself, “Yes?”

Edward’s eyes widened.

Someone could see him.

But why?

“What’s your name, lad?”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” The boy replied before pausing for a moment. His brows furrowed as he added, “You may call me Connor.”

“Connor.” Edward repeated. He knew the name.

It was the name of Achilles’ late son.

He wasn’t that boy.

Who was he?

Why could he see him?

“Hello, Connor. My name is Edward Kenway.”

The boy frowned as he asked, “Are you related to Haytham Kenway?”

“Yes.” Edward couldn’t stop the resignation in his tone as he admitted, “I’m… his father.”

The boy’s frown deepened as he said, “But you don’t look old enough to be his father.”

“I stopped aging when I died.” Edward explained, waving a hand on himself as he said, “I’m a ghost haunting that chest over there.”

“Oh.” The boy blinked and seemed to mull it over before he nodded as he said, “It’s nice to meet you then, grandfather.”

“Nice to me- wait what?”

[allibug101]

Meet Nikolas Sydiridis

Nik is a Greek 18 year old from Aquila. He moved to Valencia at the age of 11 and he became friends with Roberto Ferrari. Two years later, Rob went on a trip with his parents but it went on for about four years.

When Roberto came back and sadly without his parents due to their deaths, Nik and Rob started to become more than friends. They were happy until one year later. An Armada fleet discovered that Roberto was apart of the Resistance. A troupe of clockworks attacked the ship they were on. Nik was severely injured and Rob was arrested. The clockworks took Nike’s injured body with them to Bishop, the Armada’s tinkerer. He transformed Nik into a cyborg, the Armada’s latest creation. Bishop brainwashed Nik into believing that the Armada were the heroes and ordered him to eliminate the Sailor’s of the Spiral.

During the Marleybone storyline, Nik poisoned Roberto, leaving him hospitalized. After realizing who he was, he snuck into the room he was staying at and cured him. But after Roberto recovered, he found out that he moved on and started dating a girl named Gerel Han, believing Nik was dead.

Thank you @nadohunter for making this for me ❤️

[anamelessfool]

1974

Thinking about former Boy Scout Primo taking his kid brothers out for a camping night. He plans it all for two weeks, mapping out the campsite location, distributing supplies to packs so his brothers don't get overwhelmed by weight. He loved camping and orienteering, but as the official Fat Kid of the troop he didn't have the best experience possible. He had always suspected he would have a better time if his companions were brothers. He had wanted brothers his whole childhood. He's 21 now and back at the Ministry. These brothers are significantly younger than him, yes. But now he has a little troop of his own.

Terzo gets lost basically immediately. Primo and Secondo spend most of the afternoon tracking him down. Firstly because a nine year old shouldn't be alone in the woods and secondly because he is carrying most of their food. At last Terzo jumps on them from the shrubs in excitement, a huge grin on his face, shoes tied around his neck and a new massive collection of brass shotgun shells in his hands. A few of them eventually go into his secret cigar box of trinkets.

They arrive finally at the overlook, the fabled camping spot. Terzo spends his time gathering sticks and throwing choice ones off the cliff, laughing as they fall a hundred feet to the ground below. Secondo idly watches Primo untangle the tent and struggle to set it up himself. The oldest chatters enthusiastically about some fond memory or life lesson or something equally only interesting to himself.

Secondo, as prissy and sheltered about nature as a housecat, hates every moment of the experience until nightfall when Primo builds them a little fire. He methodically throws things into the flames, hypnotized by how the fire curls and consumes all. At last the clouds clear, the stars come out and the twelve-year old scans the sky. "That's Cygnus," he says. "And the star Deneb."

"Oh, you know constellations!" Primo grins, leaning closer. Terzo stares up into the stars and yells every time he sees the brilliant slash of a falling meteor streak the sky. The Persieds are falling, like they do each year. And finally Primo lives somewhere where he can actually see them.

"I have to," Secondo says flatly. As much as he hates now being demoted to middle brother, he can't help but feel a smug satisfaction from Primo's enthusiasm. "And over there is Vega, from the Lyre. And Altair. In Aquila."

Primo bites his lip, eagerly searching for the correct bright specks. In any other adult the expression would be patronizing. But Primo truly is fascinated by it all. "Oh, does Secondo want to be a sailor?" He teases.

"No. A magician."

"Maestro Secondo, eh?" Primo grins in the dark. Beside them both, Terzo struggles to eat a flaming marshmallow off a stick and through some secret sixth sense Primo catches him before the molten sugar does. "Hey! Give it a second, damn!" He returns to the stars. "You've got a way to go. I don't think any magicians are under thirty. Most of them nearly forty."

"And there is Cassiopeia, the big W." Secondo continues without batting an eye. "One can become a Sibling at sixteen. I will start my training then."

"Wow, already got your life organized, huh," Primo replies. "I was a dishwasher at sixteen."

"And I'll be Papa Emeritus by thirty-five."

"That's a whole lot of work." Primo sighs good-naturedly, but Secondo can feel the chiding behind it. And the boy absolutely seethes from it. The stars are organized. Why not everything else?

"I can handle it," he scoffs.

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[acronym-chaos]

Ship Captain ID Pack

[PT: Ship Captain ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Alden, Anchor, Aquila, Ashby, Barnacle, Beck, Bellamy, Bilge, Brine, Calder, Caspian, Cormac, Cutter, Delmar, Dorian, Drift, Duncan, Elara, Eldoris, Eulalie, Farron, Fjord, Gale, Gulliver, Harbor, Helm, Horizon, Isla, Kaelan, Keel, Leif, Linden, Lorelei, Marina, Mariner, Maris, Marius, Marlowe, Nautica, Oceane, Oceanus, Orla, Paloma, Quillan, Roderick, Thaddeus, Ursula, Wade

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Anch / Anchor / Anchors, Compass / Compass' / Compass', Curr / Current / Currents, De / Deck / Decks, Fleet / Fleets / Fleets, Horizon / Horizons / Horizons, Ke / Keel / Keels, Ma / Mast / Masts, No / North / Norths, Po / Por / Port, Sai / Sail / Sails, Se / Sea / Seas, Ti / Tide / Tidal, Wa / Wav / Wave, Wi / Win / Winds

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Captain Who Commands the Waves, The Captain of the Endless Voyage, The Navigator of the Sea, The One Who Conquers the Ocean, The One Who Sails with the Wind, The Sailor of the Endless Sea, The Seafarer Who Looks for the Horizon, The Storm Chaser, The Voyager of the Open Sea, [Pronoun] Who Steers the Ship Through the Storms, [Pronouns] Who Follows the Ocean Winds

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by @cloverpilled!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

How I Write and play Desmond Miles

So to me, Desmond is not a traditionalist by any means. He doesn't do dating or any showy proposals. He gives a pendant with a Phoenix on it as an engagement ring replacement. It's easier to hide and can always be worn.

He has Autism Spectrum Disorder, basically a catch all for those showing signs of learning disabilities with Autism but not enough for a singular full blown diagnosis. So when he has his bad days he's pulling the hood up on his head or wearing his sunglasses inside. 

While he has a hard time learning normal spoken foreign languages, he has a breeze learning fictional ones. He knows Klingon, Na’vi, Tolken Elvish (D&D as a dialect), Undercommon, Dalish, and Qunlet. As more is revealed he will learn Tvine. 

On the note of languages he can fluently speak ASL and Auslan. Once he meets Shaun, he quickly picks up British Sign Language. Oh he knows Drow Hand Signs and the Na'vi hand signs as well. 

After hearing what befell the Jackdaw and Aquila Desmond swore he would care for any historical ship he got lucky enough to own. Going as far as to learn the proper lingo and speech on and about the ship, care and maintenance, and even got lessons from a tall ship sailor when the Tall Ships were in New York one year.

Desmond is a Goth and knows Aurelio Voltaire. Voltaire is often the one who points Desmond towards New York and either travels there with him or meets him there. Voltaire teaches Desmond Spanish, Japanese, to play guitar and to sing. 

Desmond still bleeds if he survives dying. His brain is that messed up.

[goblin-enjoyer]

The info n' lore i got on my custom space marine chapter at the moment.

The Carcinisers (Carcinisation + colonisers, it will be evident why they are called this very soon) are a salamanders successor chapter. their armor is light orange with blue lenses and shoulderpads with a bluey-green trim. Their fists and boots are a light blue with the soles of the boots being the same bluey-green as the trim of their aquilas and shoulderpads. their symbol is a spider crab facing upward. squad leaders have bluey-green helmets. I will get onto the specifics of specific marine types after telling the tale of how they were founded and the planet [that i do not have a name for yet] history. [planet i have yet to name] is a oceanic planet with two moons. the landmasses on there range from temperate forests, orange deserts of ancient water worn sand and rock and the occasional ice cap and 'berg. long ago during humanities early expansionary history the planet was a science facility/farm for various earth crustaceans brought and cloned on mass. where they then outcompeted all the native alien fauna. then you know, the age of strife happens and everyone gets stuck there and the planet gets forgotten about until the emperor does his great crusade(?) thing where the emperor subsequently finds it swarming with crabs and slightly crablike people (slightly harder skin in older people,harder nails and skin color a bit more leaning on grey,orange,red along with the normal human colors.) the people welcome the imperiums technology wholesale, being the descendants of scientists,doctors and crab farmers. The people of [planet i have yet to name] prepare are large feast for their saviors, divers diving/dying in droves to collect a giant crustacean of legend from the sunken ruins of the first facility ever placed on the planet. at the start of the feast, as tradition, they offer the emperor the ancient shellfish live for him to kill it himself, as tradition dictates. it proceeds to use its ANCIENT CLAWS OF GREAT POWER AND HISTORY to pinch the emperor's nose. the people all collectively are filled with terror and assume that they will all be killed and their planet destroyed for their disgrace of this higher power. the emperor laughs this off and makes a whole big speech about the power of life from terra, he mostly meant for them to take away the whole "humanity number 1" shtick, which they did. they also took this as the power of crabs and such. the emperor ends his trip to this world with stating his appreciation of the perseverance of ancient terra animals once thought long extinct and the high amount of food production the planet creates. they get designated as a "high-class food production and research planet" and then proceed to get forgotten about again, only getting recontion every few thousand years or so when someone from the inquisition "rediscovers" the planet after remembering about that really nice holy terran animal that they sometimes eat. Later during the ultima founding some paperwork got mixed up and a vessel containing the materials,wargear and geneseed and such got stuck in a warp storm. warp things happened and the vessel was found frozen in a massive iceberg by sailors where it was brought to the mainland and deemed a sign from the god emperor to spread the most holy of creatures from terra to other planets, human and crustation both included. So threw study of their servitors,data banks and stories of old they started "The Great Carcinisation Project" halfway threw this the inquisitor's responsible found out this blunder and quickly and with much debate, made the Carcinisers an official chapter. mostly because they were very embarrassed about the whole affair and did not want to be executed or worse for their mistake. so they had some priests bless the whole thing and they went with their "gift from the emperor so that they may spread their crab-craft, their crabft if you will, to other planets. thus The Carcinisers Adeptus Astartes chapter was formed. reflecting on their planets rich scientist and doctor history, The Carcinisers have a larger than average amount of apothecaries in their ranks.->

[latveriansnailmail]

I am trying to remember the author and title of a science fiction book I read prior to 1996 about a planet with two species of bird people. The two species are hostile to each other and both are being poached because neither yet fits the criteria for sentience as set by the dominant intergalactic government. A human ambassador is sent to live among one group of lake-dwelling people (let's call them motherduckers) and look for the qualifying hallmarks of sentience so that they can gain protection from the poachers. The human is a female of American First Peoples descent and is deaf, which is useful here because the motherduckers' distress call can deafen or kill a human. The other species is called Aquila and are more hawk-like as the name would indicate. Some of the characters are named Flies-Too-Fast, Kills-The-Ripper, and the child of the hosting family, Sailor. The human ambassador confirms the motherduckers' sentience by examining the wall decorations they're always on about with filtered light since birds see different sections of the spectrum. She discovers the decor to be artistic murals that cinch their bid for personhood. At one point late in the book the human goes to camp by herself and greet the sun in accordance with the traditions of her people only to discover that her tent was facing the wrong way, the sun rising in the west on this planet. She comes to understand herself as being a heyoka/ backwards person/ contrary. This is about all I remember.

[rainbows-fanfics]

Help Unwanted (Chapter 17)

Summary: After losing the Pirate, Deacon is unwillingly paired with a partner to help with his job. The only problem is - they can't stand each other, and time is dwindling until he can re-capture all his lost prisoners.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101.

Pairings: Deacon/Queen!Deacon, Deacon/OC

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“His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal

My happiness attend him wherever he may go

From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan

All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home”

Deacon’s eyes began to drift as the sound of a woman’s voice filled his ears. They flitted to the source of the noise and found Dea sitting on a crate not too far from him - lifting her head with closed eyes, allowing the words to leave her tongue and drift off in the wind that filled their sails. It was a gorgeous sight, and an even better experience when she continued the sea shanty:

“My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold”

They had just captured their second-to-last fugitive, who was secured in the brig below. While they were happy about the accomplishment, there was still some tension between him and Dea. It sprouted from their last conversation and had yet to leave. It was obvious they dreaded the end to this journey. It wouldn’t be long until they had to face what they feared  - and it was showing in their quiet voyage today.

He was grateful she was singing again. Her voice was equal to that of a siren - who captivated sailors to lure them into a deadly fate. He was ashamed to realize he would fall for such a spell if it was her voice. 

“My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair

And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be-”

“Did you know there are actual sirens out at sea?” He interrupted. 

Dea stopped singing and turned to him in surprise. She sounded apprehensive. “You mean like mermaids?” 

“Yes.” 

She stood up and walked over to him. “They’re not real.” 

“Oh, but they are.” He responded, pleased in knowing he had her full attention. 

She looked at him with unimpressed eyes. “..Mermaids?” She began to tsk . “I think you’ve been reading too many fantasy novels, espía.” 

"It’s true; I saw them for myself. It’s the closest to death I’ve been so far.” 

Her look changed at this news. She appeared concerned, but still doubtful. He decided to indulge her.

“When a group of our sailors failed to report back to the Armada, we went to investigate their last known position in Aquila. I was assigned to captain the crew. We found the vessel shipwrecked on an island. Before we could search for any survivors, a group of sirens swarmed us and sang their song.” 

Dea’s eyes were glued to him. He stopped speaking to admire how adorable she was, completely engrossed in this tale he was telling her. His silence prompted her to question him. 

“So, if you ran into the sirens yourself…how did you survive?”

"I happen to have special earmuffs in my zendale, to soften the sound of my gun and the ship’s cannons. They just barely protected me, so I made haste in leaving.” 

“..Did your crew make it out alive?” 

“Many of them jumped overboard to try and pursue them. The Armada has made it a regulation for sailors to have wax in their ears, should they be in Aquila.” 

Dea took time digesting what he told her. He admired the gleam in her eyes. He was glad he could still entertain her amidst the small time they had left together. 

“I don’t know if any of that was true, but you’re a great storyteller.”

“If you should learn anything from it - make sure to stuff your ears with wax, if you’re to be on Aquilian waters for long.”

“ Ooo, scary… ” 

“Dea, I genuinely mean that.” 

“Then where are the pictures of these mermaids, hmm ?”

“Ah, yes, my priority clearly was to grab my camera while my crewmembers jumped overboard into stormy waters…” He rolled his eyes. 

“And where is the rest of this so-called ‘crew’ to validate your story?” 

“How should I know?” 

“ Hah ! You were lying.” 

“I’m not going to argue with someone who doesn’t believe in mermaids.” 

“ Deacon! ” 

She smacked him playfully and he let out a good laugh. As he turned back to face the sea, something caught his attention. He gestured for her to take the wheel as he reached for his spyglass. He held it in front of an eye hole of his mask - confirming what he believed to see. One of their soldiers came running to them. 

“Captains!” He exclaimed, out-of-breath.

“I see it,” Deacon replied, motioning for him to leave. “Tell the crew to take their position.” 

Dea was clearly lost in what was happening and looked in the direction he was staring at. She could make out something from afar, but not clearly. She swiped the spyglass out of the Emissary’s hands and took a look for herself. It was a pirate ship sailing quickly in their direction, with red sails and a blue octopus figurehead. She didn’t recognize the sight as well as her partner did. 

“Boochbeard..” He muttered. 

“Boochbeard?” She repeated. He grabbed his spyglass from her and returned it in his coat. “Isn’t that your arch enemy?” 

“ Quel tipo è proprio uno stronzo.” He gritted his teeth and stomped back to the wheel, urging her aside. “He and his accomplice sank my last ship. They’ve been a thorn in my side for a long time.” 

“Why? Do you guys have history?” 

“He just always seems to be around, causing me problems.”

She watched as the pirate ship grew closer and more clear in their view. They weren’t turning around or moving off course at all. She began to get worried and fingered the gun in her pocket, trying to remember the last time she loaded it with any bullets.

“Are we not going to avoid them?” She asked.

“This is personal ,” He seethed. 

“Deacon – it’s not worth the trouble. We have so many prisoners onboard, we shouldn’t risk this..!” 

“You don’t know what he’s taken from me!” He snapped. She stepped back at his outburst. “I nearly lost my job because of that idiot ! It’s time to show them who they’re trifling with.” 

She tugged on his caped shoulder to move him away from the wheel. He wasn’t budging. “You don’t need to do this! Don’t do anything stupid !” 

He moved his arm to shove her away. “Stay out of this and take your position.” 

“¡Qué demonios!” 

There was no point in fighting him, so she prepared for the inevitable. She ordered their soldiers to prepare their cannons and load the rest of their weapons. She watched anxiously as the oncoming ship advanced on them. It was clear they intended on plundering them. They unloaded their cannons in their direction - a few landing on The Executioner and jolting it harshly. She stumbled forward and grabbed onto the railing to keep her balance. They launched cannonballs right back at them, equally damaging the ship and closing the distance between the two. 

She bit her lip when she spotted rope being thrown and pirates sliding down to board their craft. Fortunately, their crew were prepared and took care of the trespassers. Dea listened to the sounds of gunshots and the clashing of blades below her. She warned her people of the influx of pirates coming from above, ordering them to make sure they did not access the brig. 

“Dea, take the wheel!” 

She turned her head to find Deacon grabbing his pistol from his sleeve and folding in his cane. He was preparing to join in on the commotion below. As he turned to leave, she grabbed his wrist and forced him to face her. His blue eyes widened in surprise at her display of authority. 

“Just where do you think you’re going!? We have a crew to take care of these Pirates - we need to stay back and make sure they don’t reach our prisoners!”

 “I have some unfinished business with his ruffian,” He scowled under his mask, whipping his gloved hand out of her grasp. 

“Deacon, you got us into this mess, don’t make it any worse..!” She grit her teeth. “And don’t leave me alone –!”

Her attempt at reasoning with him was futile. With a dramatic wave of his cape, he went down the steps and joined the battle. Dea wanted to slam her head into the wheel out of frustration. Why was he so willing to engage these Pirates? This was * not * what they needed right now..! They were almost finished with their mission…they shouldn't have gone looking for more trouble! 

“Estúpido,” She shook her head. “What a stubborn man…” 

Her goal was to maintain control of the ship, but she noticed their soldiers were starting to struggle. They were growing outnumbered as the seconds went by. It was embarrassingly obvious that they had been unprepared for a sudden attack like this. She called the nearest person to take hold of the wheel and surfaced her gun, running down the steps and aiding in the fight. 

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She attacked any rogue who threw themselves at her and kept her distance from those with swords and daggers. It was hard to stay back in the midst of this scuffle. She suffered tears in her clothing and a blow to her mask. The hit threw her head back and she watched as her tall hat flew from her head and drifted into the ocean. She took a second to grieve this loss before shooting the man who had hit her - watching him fall to the floor in pain and stepping over his body to continue her defense. 

‘Where is Deacon!?’ She thought as she scanned the crowds. She could find no trace of him until someone flew above her, riding on a rope and laughing loudly as they landed on the crow’s nest. He was a short man wearing a blue admiral’s uniform, equipped with a red sash and a golden badge. 

“What do you zink of zat, you fiend?!” The man gloated, waving around a cane in his hand. Dea realized it was Deacon’s - which was now being paraded around like a newly-acquired prize. “‘Zis will be ze last day you capture anyone! Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité!”

“Gandry!” She heard Deacon exclaim from below. He was attempting to climb his way to him. “This is the last time you scoundrels will ruin my plans!” 

“Ohoho, I think not!” Another voice joined in on the scene. Dea watched as a larger man in a red coat swiped at Deacon with his sword. The spymaster groaned as he was forced to grab hold of a nearby net so as to not fall off the ship entirely. “Every soul yer’ holding deserves a right ta’ freedom, and pirating! Yo-ho-ho!” 

“They deserve a right to a trial and proper questioning,” He countered, grabbing his gun and firing at him. He missed as Boochbeard heaved himself out of the way. He took this opportunity to lower himself back to the safety of the ground. 

Dea ran from her position and aimed at the crow’s nest, firing at who she presumed to be ‘Gandry’. The man jumped and swung on the rope elsewhere. He went so quickly she couldn’t properly aim her barrel in his direction. She looked back at her co-captain and found him face-to-face with the pirate, who thrust his sword forward, and he dodged in return. Deacon was too close to shoot him and was desperately trying to gain some distance. 

Something swelled in her stomach seeing him cornered, so she shot at the bearded man. She didn’t anticipate him crouching at that second, so her bullet only went through his black hat decorated with a jolly roger. He heard the sound and turned in surprise - his green eye that was not obscured by an eye patch meeting with hers. 

“And who is zis?” Gandry’s voice asked from above. He was perched on one of the masts. Boochbeard's laugh brought her attention back down. 

“I see ye’ got yerself a mate! She wouldn’t happen ta’ have the keys…would she?” 

‘Keys’? What keys? She looked to her partner - who was finally backed up enough to fire at him. He managed to shoot a crate nearby, which exploded upon impact, effectively throwing him and Boochbeard back onto the main deck. 

“Ahh! Oh, that one hurt.” The Pirate rubbed his bum in pain. Deacon hissed through his teeth as he returned to his feet. Gandry finally dropped down, landing right in front of Dea. He unsheathed his sword and aimed it at her, grinning as they finally met face-to-face.

“She is definitely from ze Armada, no doubt.” He commented, eying her outfit from head-to-toe. Dea clutched the handle of her gun, attempting to back up a bit, but he took a step forward to meet her pace. “Tell me. Are zere any pockets in zat dress of yours?” 

She twirled the gun in her hand tauntingly. “I don’t know. Is this gun loaded?” 

“Haha! I like her.” Boochbeard looked over his shoulder at the two. “Gandry, check for some keys, would ye’?”

“On it!” 

He jumped forward and Dea fumbled to step back in time. He pushed her onto her back and perched himself on top. She was uncomfortable with this position and went to knee him in the crotch, only for Gandry to see this move and throw himself aside to dodge it. He pounced on her afterwards and ran his hands along her dress, which only added to her detest with this situation. 

“I do not see any!” He soon exclaimed. While his head was turned, she threw her elbow back into his face, knocking him off of her and face-planting him into the floorboards. 

“Ooh! That had to hurt!” Boochbeard winced.

Deacon took his distraction to advantage and pistol whipped him on the side of his head, sending Boochbeard onto the floor beside Gandry. Dea rushed to his side to check him for injuries, but had no time before the two recovered quickly, sprinting to their feet and taking a fighting stance across from them. Dea and Deacon returned the gesture, circling away slowly. 

“What ‘key’ are they talking about?” She whispered. 

“The key to the brig.” Deacon was clearly irritated. “They’re here to take our prisoners.” 

“See!? Didn’t I tell you-” 

“So!” Boochbeard’s voice broke them out of their hushed conversation. “How’s about giving us those keys, matey?” 

“How about I arrest you two for infiltrating an Armada ship?” He retorted. 

“It is disgusting how you proclaim ‘justice’, yet arrest whoever you want,” Gandry spat near their shoes. “We will be taking zose prisoners, whezer you like it or not.” 

“Good luck with that,” Deacon replied, aiming his barrel behind them and shooting another explosive crate that happened to sit in their vicinity. 

The blast threw them in different directions, but Boochbeard and Gandry received the worst of it. Dea coughed as a cloud of smoke surrounded her. She took control of her breathing before standing and looking around for her partner. She found Deacon physically wrestling with Boochbeard, who was missing his sword this time. He was unable to stop him from tearing off a large keyring from the side of his hip. 

“Got it!” He boasted, holding them up high. 

As Dea ran to help, Gandry was above them swinging on a rope again - grabbing the keys from Boochbeard’s hand and flying off with them. His laughter rang loud throughout the ship. 

“Shit!” Both she and Deacon swore unanimously. 

Right as she arrived at the scene, Boochbeard managed to snag something else from Deacon’s pocket while he was distracted. She pointed her gun at the menace until he spotted her, then did something that took her by surprise. He grabbed her wrist and attached something tightly to it, before yanking Deacon with his other hand and fastening the same thing to him. 

They stared at each other, dumbfounded, before glancing at their wrists. It took a second to realize what it was: 

Deacon’s handcuffs. 

Boochbeard chortled and began making his escape. They tailed after him until Gandry made his appearance again, running down the staircase that led to the brig. Dea went to pursue him while Deacon was still chasing Boochbeard, which caused the chain to tighten and send them both tumbling to the ground. Their fall was graceless and made them scuff their knees. 

He shot her an aggravated look under the bauta. “We need to catch him before he escapes!”

“No! Gandry is the one with the keys! We need to get to the brig before he–” 

Before she could finish, they were interrupted by the sound of metal bars clanking together. It was followed by the collective noise of whooping, hollering, and footsteps. They realized what this meant far before their prisoners came running up the steps and joining the fight above deck. They were now impossibly outnumbered. 

Dea was fuming while Deacon struggled to get them to their feet. “Why didn’t you listen to me!? Now we’re-”

“-I’m aware of the situation!” He yelled back, looking around and thinking of what to do. 

She wasn’t entirely sure on what move to make herself. Their priority was to get themselves out of sight, slipping through the mass and moving to return back  to the wheel. As soon as they reached the staircase, both Boochbeard and Gandry were at the bottom waiting for them. There was enough distance and time for Deacon to grab his pistol and shoot at them. 

…Only for the bullet to miss entirely, ricocheting off the armor of a nearby soldier and landing elsewhere. 

Dea stared at him in astonishment. He was a better shot than her - how in the hell did he miss at point blank? The Emissary held his position for several seconds before lowering his weapon.

“How could you have missed them? They’re right there!” She derided. Deacon snapped right back at her.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but I’m left-handed.” 

It was then she realized which of their hands was currently locked in the handcuffs. His right side was the one that was free, while her left remained unencumbered. This worked to their disadvantage, as she happened to be right-handed, and him the opposite. She’d miss even worse than he did if she tried shooting at them now. 

There was little they could do as Boochbeard and Gandry captured them, tying the two of them to the bottom of the main mast of the ship with bulky rope. Since they were handcuffed together, Dea and Deacon were forced to sit closely. The fact that their hands were hindered made the possibility of escape even more difficult. The rest of their crew was missing - and she had the faintest feeling they were in the brig below, locked behind bars like their convicts once were. 

Boochbeard and Gandry rounded up the newly-freed prisoners together and took a hold of the wheel. The Executioner was now in their control - and the captains completely in their hands. 

“Well! Thank ye’ for cooperatin’ with us! I think we got everybody.” Boochbeard grinned as he peered down at them. He leaned down to pat Deacon on the shoulder. “Maybe next time, buddy?” 

The Armada Elite was not happy. “Vaffanculo.” 

“They seem a little sour,” Gandry commented as he joined his friend’s side. “Shall we leave zem be?” 

“Eh, they ain’t going nowhere. Full speed ahead, Dominick!” 

The pair laughed as they returned back to the wheel. They were now surrounded by the ones they had captured, who looked at them in disdain. The tension was unbearably thick and Dea began wiggling her fingers nervously. Were they going to kill her and Deacon? Torture them? Like the Armada was planning to do to *them*? 

She gulped when a large man came over and stopped in front of them. He looked at her for a second before redirecting his attention to Deacon. Then he grinned - displaying his crooked teeth wickedly.

“Doesn’t feel good when * you’re * the one captured, huh? Asshole. Do you remember everything you’ve done to me!?” 

The spymaster had little to say to that, so he kept staring at him. This only angered the man, who quickly succumbed to his rage and slammed his boot hard against his chest. Deacon began coughing and wheezing, shifting in their constraints uncomfortably. Dea turned her head and saw the trail of blood falling down his neck - the only part of his skin she could really see with his uniform.

‘Jesus,’  She mouthed. 

“Hurts, doesn’t it!?” The man bellowed. The veins in his neck were protruding - he was pissed . “How about I take off that mask so you can look me in the eye? Like you did with me?” 

He crouched downwards and reached out to grasp the bottom of Deacon’s bauta. Dea knew she couldn’t stomach what was about to happen, nor had to see his face like this, so she turned away and tightly shut her eyes. Things were quiet until she heard a loud bump, followed by the man’s exclamation: 

“Fuck!” 

She opened her eyes and turned around. A bruise was forming on the man’s forehead while some blood had splattered on Deacon’s white mask. It was still in its place and the man clutched his face painfully - giving Dea the impression that her partner had just headbutted him, rather than allowing him to reveal his face. 

“That’s it! Motherfucker–” 

“-Korbin! Stop!!” A man stepped forward, holding him back to prevent him from pouncing on their once-warden. “Remember what’s going to happen to them? You don’t need to do anything!”

“You think that’s gonna’ be enough ? These two deserve a good-” 

“-Come on, man, let’s put something on your head and have you lie down.” 

Korbin was led away, making Dea internally sigh in relief. The prisoners around them regarded them one last time before leaving to attend to other things. She assumed they were robbing their gold and taking whatever they fancied. She thought about the cabin she and Deacon shared, and frowned to think it was being rummaged through right now. 

She glanced to her right to see her partner laying against the wood, eyes closed. She could hear him slightly wheezing as he breathed.

“..Deacon?” She whispered, nudging him with her hip. “Are you okay?” 

He slowly opened his eyes and regarded their surroundings before looking at her. He gave a slight nod, but did not say anything. 

“That looked bad…are you sure-” 

“Let’s not worry about me right now,” He whispered back, continuing to eye what was around them as the ship sailed to who-knows-where. Something caught his attention. His eyes brightened and he turned back to her eagerly. “Dea, my cane is right over there. Kick it towards me.” 

“Your cane?” She inquired, looking for herself and finding his cane sitting across from them. Gandry must’ve dropped it at some point. “How is that going to help us? We can’t reach anything.” 

“There is a knife under the handgrip. If we unscrew it, we can cut through this rope.” 

“Oh, my god,” She scoffed, reaching her leg out and catching the end of the handle with her boot. “Of COURSE you would have one of those.” 

He watched attentively as she kicked it towards him, then used his shoe to push it near enough for him to grip the handle with his fingers. He spun it around and took the time to discreetly unscrew it. Dea kept an eye out for anyone watching them in the meantime. It wasn’t long before she heard the cane drop to the floor and felt some movement on the rope holding them down. 

“Is it working?” 

“Yes. Just a little more-”

“-Hey! What are you two doing!?” 

Their heads shot up to spot one of the prisoners pointing at them. Deacon rushed through the rest of his cut and managed to snap off the rope. He used the knife to slice the brute’s face, sending them off their tail. He started running and Dea allowed him to take the lead - not wanting to struggle and fall like they did last time. 

“Where are we going!?” She squeaked.

“Escape boat. I’m afraid we have little choice right now.” 

He slowed down once the boat was in sight. He wasted no time in preparing to release it. They heard some shouting coming from their left and glanced up to see more of the prisoners running in their direction. He threw them onto the boat together and slashed the final rope - sending them falling unceremoniously toward the waters below. 

Their landing was rough and caused the breath to escape both of their lungs. Once they recovered, Deacon sat up and reached for the oar - starting the tedious act of paddling away from the ship. Dea lifted her head to see the men huddled above watching them. The large outline of Boochbeard joined them, and he waved off in their direction, dispersing the crowd and allowing them to escape. 

She cried in relief.

[megahorous]

Finally got around to finishing Nina Aquila: Season one !

-- It was pretty cool. It's kind of like Phoenix Wright--except it stars a thicc young lady with an eye patch ! And she can drive

-- As you know, "Aquila" is Spanish for "Eagle". I would headcanon her as latinx, if that's ok. It says she's from Canada, too--I would imagine she can be both

-- It seems Nina ususally engages in the activity the case is about--first a trading card game, then street racing. Looks like the next one will be about Magical Girls [like Sailor Moon?], maybe it'll be a 2d beat 'em up !

-- I didn't care much for the racing, gameplay-wise; it just seemed like a game of chance. Maybe I was missing something. Anyway, you can set the games so she always wins, if you're more interested in the story

-- Sort of a cliffhanger with Nina's mentor in prison--a Prison Babe, you might say. <3 Will it be Nina Aquila: Legal Eagle to the rescue ?! They shouldn't end the first one like that ! Oh well

-- They also don't explain yet what happened to her eye; looks like it was a traumatic experience ! Poor Baby. I guess you might say she is a Canon Disabled Character

--Ninja and Anya always wear bunny suits to give a sneak peek of the next episode ! I wonder, where is the full art of this. And some of the people they meet randomly have cat ears.... ?

[sailoraquila]

I don't always draw my namesake

but sometimes I do :)

[fortrivmph]

He was just awful. As he'd grown older, his tongue had only grown sharper; he wielded it like a third weapon in his silver set, along with his sword and hidden blade, and it seemed to draw as much blood in service of his cause ( their cause? ). Sadly, whatever acid that boiled in his chest and allowed him to dole out ferocious condemnations of the British and Congress both didn't seem to turn off in casual conversation. In a way, his energy was admirable... and it was also draining, being on the receiving end of that peculiar mania, which could turn from supportive to scathing and back again in an instant. Certainly he'd no shortness of passion; only a shortness of patience. In a war such as this, though, perhaps that wasn't a bad thing. One might demand perfection, when lives were on the line.

Whether it was banter or a genuine insult remained impossible to tell, because his expression didn't change. He continued to look over the ship, one eyebrow creeping higher and higher up his forehead. Truthfully, there was nothing wrong with the Aquila, and Haytham couldn't say why he refused to admit as much. To keep Connor on his toes, maybe. He'd yet to offer a single compliment: not for his tracking ( excellent ), his skill in battle ( more than adequate ), his movement both in the city and through the burning warehouse ( ideal, if a bit slow to react to the fire; they would address that later ), his saving them ( points deducted for sending them through that jammed door ), or his quick procurement of a means of chasing Church ( he'd gotten the Aquila here with tremendous speed, but not fast enough for Haytham's less-than-realistic tastes ). It was as if he was allergic to the idea of commending his son for his accomplishments. He wasn't blind to Connor's virtues -- in fact, he'd found himself contemplating them on the way here, thinking, with a heatless jealousy, that that should have been him. Courage. Conviction. Haytham had had these, once. Where had they gone? To his son, apparently, and to acknowledge what he had lost was too bitter a pill to swallow. If Connor suffered for this perspective, well, that was how it always seemed to go with them.

"Of course." He settled himself beside the wheel, leaning his bulk against the railing and gazing down at the sailors. He wanted to say something about lost causes, but the memory of Valley Forge gave him pause. Even if he hated Washington, and rightfully so, the men who had followed him loyally to die of exposure and hunger did not deserve Haytham's scorn. Poor bastards. It might have been avoided, if not for-- he cast a sideways glance at Connor, lips thinning. "I'm sure your beloved commander will be grateful for your rescuing him from his own foolishness. Again."

snide as ever. haytham seemed to have an absolute compulsion for throwing out insults at every turn. connor was not entirely sure how to take them; given the tension between them, he was inclined to bristle and presume the worst, but there was often an air of dry humour to his tone. at times, it was almost as if he was trying to be playful. banter, achilles had called it once, when a young and baffled connor asked him why the colonists insulted each other so much. whether this was "banter" or genuine attempts at affront remained impossible to discern.

in the end, he simply settled on making no reply. they were facing weeks aboard this ship together, if not months; starting out the journey by squabbling would do neither of them any good. releasing his hold on his father's wrist, he stepped back and gave the sailors a quick signal to begin the departure. with that done, he took his place at the wheel with a hand loosely wrapped around one of the handles.

"if the wind stays in our favour, we may catch the welcome before she reaches martinique." he kept his gaze ahead, on the horizon. looking directly at his father, even now, still felt like staring at the sun. "the sooner we can return those supplies, the better."

[geminicblue]

Retro Sailor Aquila

2019 vs ~2000

[sailorplanet1997]

Wind/Air element characters

some with a help of someone and some i found it by coincidence when typing air/wind element characters i only knew Hay lin and Vidia but then i found out Sailor Uranus (aka Haruka Tenou) is an air/wind element too, i didn’t paid any attention to it but wikipedia is your friend ;) hope you like this animation i made?

[catacini]

now that i have alanaan and caim i need to decide if i’d rather grind for sailor moon or keep on point aquila and try and get ahead on their 5*s

i wish i knew what the 5* would cost! even if i can’t unlock it now i want to know what it is i’ll need