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[tatteredxsails]

[littleseabird]

‘ how do you not pack a gun? ‘

@captainheir from this meme!

"I wasn't aware that I needed a gun." the young woman stated, looking about a bit confused. Yes, the lady was used to dealing with pirates and the like but she never really required a gun before. She had a few knives on her at most times, but that was it. She turned to the other, looking around a bit worried. " -- do you think it'll get bad enough that I will need one?"

[carnagebleda]

WHERE IS ALICE ??

active: @queenifice

semi-active: @carnagebled

not that active: @captainheir

[tatteredxsails]

✖ ✖ ✖ !!

Thank you! ♡

[tatteredxsails]

@captainheir liked for a modern AU starter

The facade of Queen Anne's Revenge matched the nautical theme of the adjacent shops. Ed had even entertained the idea of calling the shop 'The Helmsman' after the cast bronze ship's helm positioned in front of it. He'd ultimately gone with Queen Anne's Revenge because it sounded like a really good fucking name for a pirate ship -- and as a private nod to his late mother.

The front windows of the adjacent shops displayed their goods. Queen Anne's windows were almost entirely blocked, displaying a variety of nautical knickknacks alongside examples of handcrafted body jewelry and Ed's artwork.

Ed was the primary tattoo artist, with a small rotation of visiting artists that came through Queen Anne. He employed two full time piercers and one very world-weary receptionist.

People came to Queen Anne when they wanted neotraditional work or nautical pieces. Ed knew where his talents were. He knew what he liked and was interested in tattooing.

The shop's bell made a brassy 'tink' when the door opened. Ed didn't bother to look up, occupied with something on his iPad behind the counter. Izzy turned his head towards the door, giving the person who'd opened it as welcoming a nod as he ever managed.

Edward glanced up then and actually greeted the person, "Hey, welcome in. What can we do for you?"

He'd never been suited to customer facing positions, even if what he did technically was a customer facing position. He'd hired Izzy to be the receptionist for a reason -- not that the man was any better. And Ed had less hired him than forced him to work for him.

[tatteredxsails]

"No response," Izzy lowered his spy glass, sparing a glance over his shoulder at Edward.

Edward frowned slightly, holding his hand out for the spy glass. When Izzy passed it over, he raised it to take a look at the ship himself. If there had been crew on deck, it seemed like all of them had vanished -- with the exception of a woman. That could be its own bad omen, if he were superstitious in that way. He'd never really believed in the line of thought that women were "bad luck" aboard a ship.

He had more faith in the circling of the birds and the flitting of the dead in the long shadows of the ship's masts. Interesting.

He lowered the glass and handed it back to Izzy, "Bring her to me. Oh, and Izzy? Don't bring anything else back with you."

who knew being the captain came with all the ghosts on board? the first order destiny ever gave her crew was to have the day off. it's been a traumatic couple of days, even by her standards. with her father going mad with blood poisoning, it was hard to sleep in the same captain's chamber as he did. everything still smelled like him. but that wasn't the worst part.

the worst part was the voices of former crew members who died on the ship, their voices overlapping each other in her head to the point where drinking rum was the only thing that made her able to sleep. she had just started on a new bottle when her first mate knocked on the door which from her nauseated hangover made it seem like the pounding was magnified. she sighed in disappointment when she found out it was another ship. the last thing she needed was a raid.

she grabbed her sword and tucked it into the waistband of her belt. she didn't want to seem too defensive if they weren't planning to raid the ship. but just in case they were, she sent her first mate below deck so her crew could prepare the canons and wait until the first gunshot was heard to attack them. destiny didn't save her crew from her father just to die a day later.

she went out onto the deck to where she was seen and couldn't help but widen her eyes at how impressive the other ship was.

[tatteredxsails]

@captainheir wanted a starter

Ravens were circling overhead. Ed had heard once that sailors of an older time would use the birds to help ascertain whether or not land was near. It was plausible. The ravens he was watching were circling the masts of a nearby ship.

They were close enough to land for the birds to risk the salt in their feathers pursuing whatever stench of death or illness they'd picked up.

Nothing about the situation boded well to an experienced sailor. You didn't sail up on a ship advertising illness aboard. Ships that seemed to be helmed by the dead should be approached with caution.

"There's movement on deck," Izzy rasped beside him, lowering the spyglass in his hand. "No flags."

"Could be a mutiny," Ed mused, then looked over at his first mate. "Find out if they need a hand."

Izzy looked at him and heaved a sigh, "And if they do?"

"Fucking give it to them, of course," Ed snorted. "Play the, what? Good fucking ...Samaritan. Or whatever it is."

"Didn't know we were in the business of charity, boss."

Ed slapped his hand against Izzy's shoulder, "We're not."

The Queen Anne's Revenge approached The Ravensgrave, giving no sign or indication of who or what her captain was. One of the crew stood on deck, signaling to the other ship -- inquiring if she was in need of assistance.