#ghost ship cove

[annecoulmanross]

So it's been a while. But I couldn't let James Fitzjames Finding Day pass without some celebration—thank you Doug Stenton, Stephen Fratpietro, and Robert W. Park for giving us this wonderful and terrible knowledge. I've made an emotional playlist of all of us currently experiencing whatever emotion this is:

Selected lyrics for each song included below the cut!

Strange Ships | PHILDEL

Strange ships won’t let me sail out Passed by the ice and stone now

2. I, Carrion (Icarian) | Hozier

If the wind turns, if I hit a squall Allow the ground to find its brutal way to me

3. Howling | Wild Rivers

Howling out here for the morning light I can’t sing no more

4. The Yawning Grave | Lord Huron

I tried to warn you when you were a child I told you not to get lost in the wild I sent omens and all kinds of signs I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes

5. Sax Rohmer #1 | The Mountain Goats

Ships loose from their grins, capsize and then they’re gone Sailors with no captains watch a while and then move on

6. Long Wave | Dessa

Starve the guard dog And see what hunger does It’s easy when we’re well fed To talk of love

7. Achilles Come Down | Gang of Youths

Throw yourself into the unknown, With pace and a fury defiant Clothe yourself in beauty untold, And see life as a means to a triumph

8. Eat You Alive | The Oh Hellos

I’ve seen the true face of the things you call life The song of the siren that holds your desire Death, she is cunning and clever as hell And she’ll eat you alive

9. My Ego Dies At The End | Jensen McRae

Leave my body and my ego early Kill it kind with a surgeon’s mercy Claim I put it out of its misery

10. Who We Are | Hozier

Darling, we sacrificed We gave our time to something undefined This phantom life sharpens like an image But it sharpens like a knife

11. Devourer | Aidoneus

Beams of light, show me how to feel Light the gloam, find my Achilles heel I will welcome my mortality—let me go

12. Sound the Bells | Dessa

Go lift your sails up For one last swell Go lift yourselves up To sound the bells

13. Your Bones | Of Monsters and Men

Said goodbye to you my friend As the fire spread All that’s left are your bones That will soon sink like stones

14. Wildflower and Barley | Hozier, Allison Russell

This year, I swear it will be buried in actions This year, I swear it will be buried in words Some close to the surface, some close to the casket I feel as useful as dirt, put my body to work

15. These Bones | Azrai, Momo O’brien

It’s a savage sea we’re made to roam Every tide can turn to haunt us But the ocean reaches past these ghosts And I will always sail for more

16. By Way Of Sorrow | Cry Cry Cry

You have come by way of sorrow You have come by way of tears You’ll reach your destiny Meant to find you all these years

17. Gracestone | PHILDEL

When I open my final door I’m gonna sail much wilder seas than your ships were built for I’m turning into dust across that cove You know, I have known enough to not feel owed

18. Glowing | The Oh Hellos

You’ll rise, like land, pulled up at the sound of some strange commandment A moon alight, reflecting fully And I guess it would feel like rebirth, out of some kind of dying To see yourself so glowing

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Main Masterlist || Navigation || All works are F!Reader || All images sourced from Pinterest ||

SONGS THAT SOUND LIKE SEA-FOAM || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Fisherman!John Price x F!Mermaid!Reader

SYNOPSIS: In which a lone mermaid finds good company with a handsome fisherman who trespasses in her cove. But the word isn't what it used to be...hunting ships patrol the waters.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

FANART: “You’re somethin’ beautiful, y’know that?” & "Mermaid Interpretation" by @thedevillovesflowers

2. RUN AWAY TO ME || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Blacksmith!Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Runaway Bride!Reader

SYNOPSIS: The night started with wine and ended with blood. Racing through the woods after having escaped your wedding, you find a lone homestead in the middle of a rainstorm. Alone, wounded, and bordering on unconsciousness, you have no option but to knock.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

3. BLOOD-STAINED WOOL SPUN AT MIDNIGHT || 18 + Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Werewolf!Ghost x F!Tailor!Reader (Set in Van Helsing Era/Aesthetic)

SYNOPSIS: When you left the town in the year of our Lord, 1897, to buy more wool from the local farmer, the cobblestone streets had come up to meet the hooves of your neighbor's horse.

Along this trip of false hope, the open fields at your sides had led to the backdrop of a brimstone forest; an old shadow seems to loom there. A black thing. A devil with eyes like a burial mound. You were told to fear the Ghost of the Forest, but never had you known you'd be caught in his blackened claws.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

4. BLACK METAL AND BOURBON || 18+ Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Biker/Mechanic!Ghost x F!Bartender!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You've been in this small town for your entire existence, giving up dreams and aspirations to carry on life as a simple bartender despite your hatred of two things: the smell of cigarette smoke and the disrespect from regulars, namely, your ex and his buddies. But on a still-air Sunday, almost overnight, a mechanics shop pops up right across the street - giving sight to new faces and a fresh group of men with a love of motorcycles. One, in particular, seems to only like Bourbon.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

5. TO HUNT A SILVER STAG || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Knight!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Fae!Princess!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Promised to a greedy king to try and preserve the magic of the land, a princess instead finds herself drawn to a chivalrous knight and his gentle words. But everyone knows magic has a mind of its own.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

6. HOW TO ADAPT TO FIRE || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Fireman!John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Journalist!Reader

SYNOPSIS: There is an arsonist in your city, and you're going to catch him. As one of the most prolific investigative journalists in the city, you make a lot of enemies the second your papers are released to the public. Your informant - and perhaps something more - in the local fire department makes a point to tell you to be careful.

But everyone knows he's right beside you when the fires start sparking.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

7. MOSS, BONE, AND A FALLING STAR || Mini-Series || Not Started

PAIRING: Witch Hunter!Price x F!Witch!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Humans have not been kind to you, but they usually are to things that they don't understand. You're offered a deal when a rugged-looking Witch Hunter shows up at your secluded hut. Make him see you for what you truly are in three stories or less. You oblige and give him the limit - a story of moss, of bone, and of a falling star.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

8. VIVAMUS, MORIENDUM EST || Undetermined || Not Started

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader (Reincarnation AU)

SYNOPSIS: In every lifetime you made a promise to one another: even if you must die, you will find a way to live together for all of eternity, be that five or a hundred years from now. You'd not broken your promise yet.

CHAPTERS: Undetermined

[slimeysodaa]

more people should make scooby doo ocs and ship them with canon because cringe is dead and YES HES ATTRACTED TO MR E, I NEVER SAID HE HAD GOOD TASTES.

fully don't remember if i posted this but here it goes; Jackie Johnson aka JJ is a local bar owner in Crystal Cove. He moved there mainly due to the tourist trade down there and talks of ghosts and decided it was a perfect spot for his establishment. idk how he'd fit into the story, realistically, he wouldn't but shush let me dream.

idk,,how and/or why,, he and ricky meet, the best i could give is that E tends to go to bars when no one is around in the middle of the night like a weirdo, but that's fine by JJ, he is so used to weirdos at this point.

i am of the opinion that this old man just needs a win of some kind, even if it doesn't matter in the end

[satureja13]

'A-one, two One, two, three

On the fourth of July 1806 We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the Grand City Hall in New York

'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had 27 masts And they called her the Irish Rover'

The Irish Rover - The Pogues feat. The Dubliners (One of my favourite songs of all time)

Helm Satureja steered the 'Sea Urchin' through the jagged rocks of the coast at early dawn: "Land Ahoy!"

Saiwa: "Oh Little Goat! We're on a pirate ship! Now that's awesome!" (Yes, this is Saiwa's Therapy Game! Jack and Ji Ho finally persuaded him to try ^^')

TMI: Satureja and Kili are two of my oldest Sims 4 Sims. I created them with the 'Create a Sim' tool thing they released before the game started in September 2014. They also were part of our 'Bacalao Bay' Adventures.

First Mate Guidry: "The Vicegerent will be pleased, Captain. We obtained abundant booty for him." Captain? Tiny Can made him the Captain of this ship? Again the leader?

Responsible for a crew and their actions - again? And - as it seems - again the bumper. Here ingame between the Vicegerent and his Crew and in the real world between the Resistance and the Boys... Oh no.

Soon the sun rose and they reached Bacalao Bay.

Seems the Crew is eager to leave the ship after weeks at sea. Some of the market stands are already open.

First Mate Guidry: "You have a meeting with the Vicegerent later. I'm going to have the list of the booty ready by then." Captain Duath: "Ah, I'll do that. You can leave with the others." First Mate Guidry: "Thanks Captain. Come on Captain Whittaker! Let's find us some treats!" TMI: Saiwa's last name is 'Duath'. And Captain Whittaker is a ghost dog I found in my household manager. I didn't change his name. (That's funny because later in the 'Irish Rover' there is 'the Captain's old dog' mentioned who drowned and maybe this is his ghost ;)

Captain Saiwa went down in the hold of the ship where all the treasures are stowed. Even though they had to hand them over to the Vicegerent, who probably pays them, it was a stunning sight.

He just hopes they didn't do anything 'bad' to obtain them ö.Ö' Saiwa went over to his cabin to be alone for a while and to ponder about what Tiny Can might have planned for his therapy.

Being Captain of a pirate ship is the dream of every boy. But not for Saiwa. He's having a hard time being a leader and struggles a lot with making decisions that affect others. He has more than enough to do with himself. So what is he supposed to do? Go for whatever Tiny Can has planned? Or follow his own path? Here, he does have a choice and he can do whatever he wants to do. And after his breakdown he feels not stable enough to jump back in and take care of another crew waiting for his decisions. It was tempting, though. Is that Tiny Can's plan to bring him back to duty? Or did Tiny Can make a mistake again, like with Jack's first ingame session? Decisions, decisions...

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest Current Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[writingsbymo-mo]

Mystery of Siren Cove

Siren!Ran Haitani x F!Reader x Siren!Rindou Haitani

Rating: Mature

Contains: blood, mild descriptions of gore, pirate slang, kidnapping, mentions of wanting to breed you, placed under the siren spell, dubcon?

Summary: you arrive to port with Baji, hearing rumors of the deadly ghost ship the notorious Haitani Brothers sail. Despite Baji's warnings, you wish to uncover the secrets behind the disappearing crew and gain the bounty on the Haitanis' heads.

Minors DNI

This is darker than the fics I've wrote recently so read with caution

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"Baji, look! It's that ship! We've found them!" You screamed under your breath. There it was, the signature flag of the Haitanis. Rumor has it, they have it tattooed on their bodies. "The Haitanis are here!"

He rolled his eyes. "Better not be thinking what me thinks ye be thinking."

You sigh, heading into the tavern. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

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The Haitani Ghost Ship, the nickname many pirates have given their vessel. Anyone who encounters said ship never sees a single soul on board. No crew, no treasure, nothing. Just a pool of blood surrounding it. Worst yet, the brothers always returned with no remorse for the dead. A simple case of mutiny would be their answer.

Despite the tales, plenty of pirates alike still choose to board the Haitani's ship. Who knows if it's blatant curiosity or desperation that sends them to the ship of death. One thing is for sure, the brothers know how to manipulate plenty of pirates with their sweet voices.

A man slammed his pint down on the wooden table and snarked with a warning. "Ye shouldn't go thar lass or ye be next ship to Davey Jones."

"Bucko's right. Those Haitanis are the Scourg of the Seven Seas." Baji nods in agreement, taking swig of rum.

You sigh, "but Baji...I've a mission. Ye must listen!"

Baji slams his glass down, frustrated at your stubborness. "Ye mustn't! They're devils. Ye be eaten alive!" He furrowed his brows at you, worried at what'll become of you.

You turn your head towards the bar. The youngest brother, Rindou, was currently guzzling down bottles of rum with some fellow pirates in a game. If they lost, they'd be joining the next voyage on the Haitani. The oldest, Ran, was simply flirting and taking pirates and wenches to a room upstairs. He was known to bed a many at port. With those handsome features of his, droopy violet eyes, well groomed locks, and expensive attire for a mere pirate, even you could fall for his charm if you didn't have your head on straight.

"Baji, listen," you turn your head back towards him and sigh deeply, "I need to do this. Lives are at stake here. Why are thine men risking lives for the sunken treasure at Siren Cove?"

He sighed and grasped hands with his shakey ones. "Please...stay..."

"Baji..." You roll your eyes. "Please, I can handle it. When I've returned with their bounty, we'll be rich!"

He shook his head in disbelief. "There's no talking ye out if this aye? Fine...go on, ride the cursed ship."

"Sorry...I need to do this...for everyone's sake..." You lowered your gaze to the table and frowned.

Baji knew there was no talking you out of this now. He stood up and gave you a small smile. "At least...let me buy ye a farewell gift."

"Thanks Baji."

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"Aye, ye scalawags, it's time to board!" Yelled Rindou.

About thirty pirates made their way to the Haitani's ship, seemingly in a daze. You managed to sneak your way into the crowd boarding, headed directly for the cargo to hide. In the dark underbelly below deck, you found some crates to hide behind.

"All hands on deck! Lower the sails! Raise the anchors! Onward to Siren Cove maties!" Ran ordered the crew.

Hours pass being rocked back and forth on the steady waters when the ship went quiet except for the beautiful melody of a song unlike any you have heard before. Such lovely velvety pipes in the duet. Then it hit you. A duet....

The ship began to rock as the crew jumped into the sea below, hypnotized by the song. Sirens were near. The moment they heard the tune and jumped overboard, their fates were sealed. Suddenly, you heard many screams from the waters below. Scratching at the ship from fellow pirates making sad attempts to climb back on deck but with the wood all slick and wet, they couldn't. You dared to take a peek out the porthole next to you. The waters surrounding the ship were an absolute bloodbath of human flotsam. Seeing bits of human remains floating above the tides sent your stomach churning.

"Oh...oh god...fuck...sorry Baji...ye were right...." You whimpered.

The boards above you creaked when you heard the scuffing of boots. You felt a cramp in your leg and went to stretch it out, only to knock over a bottle someone had left on a crate.

Fuck

"Shh, Rindou. Did you hear?"

"Hmm, what?"

"We have a straggler."

"Oh?" Rindou sniffs the air, noticing a scent below deck. "I smell something, something good." He snickers.

Ran sniffs as they move below deck. "Doth mine nose deceive me or is there a wee lass on board? Oh lass! Lassie! Come on out."

"Nothing to fear. We won't hurt ye."

Their footsteps drew closer. You clasped your hands over your mouth, attempting to slow your breathing and prevent a sound to leave your throat. However, you knew they'd inevitably find you if they truly are sirens.

The crates were moved in front of you and you squeaked, kicking your feet on the floor to gather purchase to scoot away from them.

"Ah, such a pretty thing ye are lass," Ran sneared, crouching down to meet your level as he grasped your chin with his long, thin fingers.

"Yes, such beauty ye have. We couldn't possibly eat ye except a few nibbles." Rindou laughed.

"No...nononono!!! Let me go! Please!!!" You cried but it was no use. Ran had already hoisted you over his shoulders while you pounded your fists on his back and kicking your feet around, screaming in his ear.

"Haha! So feisty. Oh, how much fun ye'll be tonight." Ran chuckled as you struggled in his hold.

They brought you on deck, Ran still holding you close. You gave up on punching his back, catching your breath when you noticed he was taking you to the plank. "No! No, please! Don't!"

Rindou followed behind and snickered at you. "Aww, is the wee lass scared of sleeping with the fishes?"

"Hush, Rin-Rin. Don't scare the lass too much, yeah?"

He sighed and crossed his arms, "fiiiine."

"Now then lass, ye ready to be a changed woman tonight? Promise, we'll protect ye."

You furrowed your brows at the sickening sweet words leaving his velvety soft lips...wait...velvety soft? When you came to, his lips were pressed to yours as you both fell into the sea below.

"Mmm...MMMMM!" You screamed behind your lips as Ran laughed, taking you into an underwater cave surrounded with sunken ships and treasure. "Oh, darling. Doth thee know the kiss of a siren protects ye from drowning?"

Rindou then pressed his lips to yours for a taste himself. "No need to fret lass, we'll take good care of ye."

"Yes, the perfect vessel for our offspring, no?"

Your eyes became saucers as you lost consciousness.

Once you awoke, you were placed on a soft bed of silken sheets fit for a queen, stripped of everything you were wearing. "Where—"

Slender fingers were placed on your lips. "Shhhh, don't say a word darling." Ran whispered and licked the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine as your breath hitched. "Ye'll be safe here. No one will harm a hair on ye," Rindou smiled with his violet eyes darkened with lust. He licked his lips and began kissing up your neck, making you gasp as you fell under their spell. "Mmm, ready to be a mother, lass?"

"To be ours....

.......forever?"

Under the haze of honeyed voices reaching your ears, you whispered a soft yes.

"Then, we're yours forever, darling."

"And you're ours."

[dragon-kazansky]

Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

You were a member of Blackbeard's crew long ago. Then you became a ghost story. Izzy Hands only sees you in his dreams these days, until he sees you for real when investigating Stede Bonnet. This sets him on a rollercoaster of emotions between you and what his captain is doing.

{Masterlist}

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Warnings: Calico Jack. Sad Izzy. Sad you.

Chapter Seven - Blind Man's Cove

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Izzy sits in Spanish Jackie's bar. He had just made a deal with the British Navy to hand over Stede Bonnet. When the Navy left, Izzy was left to sit on his own at the back of the bar. He had his head in his hand, his hair messed up from where he had ran his fingers through it. In his other hand was the ring he wore around his neck. It felt heavy in his palm.

"Be safe," he whispers.

He stared at the little piece of jewellery and then closed his fingers around it, closing his eyes for a moment. God, he wishes you had come with him. He wanted to mend the damage done from 6 years apart. He wanted to be able to look at you and feel normal again.

Stupid fucking Stede Bonnet.

And yet, it was because of Bonnet they found you again. Still, he needed to get rid of the man. He needed his Blackbeard back.

He just hoped you would find it in your heart to forgive him what he had done.

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It was late at night. You had fallen asleep in Izzy's old bed once again. Lucius had been earlier to check on you as he done every night so far.

You had only just drifted off to sleep when you heard voices. One of them was definitely Edward. He sounded excited.

Sighing, you sat up. "What is he doing?"

You get up out of bed and make your way up onto the deck. What you see was not what you were expecting. No fucking way was Calico Jack onboard the Revenge.

"Fuck off."

At the sound of your voice both Jack and Edward turn around. Ed looks beyond excited.

"Look who found us! Jack, Calico Jack!" Ed grins.

Jack grins too, but his is more of a smirk than a smile. "Long time no see. Last I heard, you were a spirit haunting the waters."

"Yeah, that... that's just a story," you say. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Came to see ya both, didn't I?" Jack drapes an arm around your shoulders and guides you back toward Edward. "Three pals back together again! Just like old times."

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Stede wakes up to the sound of cannon fire. He comes up deck to find you leaning back against the railing as Edward and Jack have their fun. The rest of the crew are present too.

"What's going on? Who are we attacking?"

"Hey! Shit, did we wake you?" Ed asks. Jack and himself had been drinking for a couple hours by this point. "Shot, sorry, we were a bit too loud."

"I mean... cannons are loud," you mutter, taking a swig of your own drink.

"We were blowing stuff up. I just got laid a visit by my old ship mate, Calico Jack."

"OK... um... Old mate? Well, if he's a friend of yours, hello." Stede greets.

"Who's the big gal?" Jack asks.

"Would you fuckin' stop?" Ed playfully shoves him. They both laugh. "He's joking. He's fuckin' joking. You're not a girl."

You take another swig from your bottle as you watch the exchange.

"Jack, Stede Bonnet. Stede Bonnet, Jack."

"Good to meet you." Stede shakes Jack's hand. "So, er, what are we blowing up?"

Edward goes on to explain they had found and old chest of drawers. Stede comments that it was an old family heirloom, but he shakes it off as if he wanted to blow it up anyway.

He promptly invites Edward to breakfast, where Jack tags along. Stede doesn't look too pleased, but rolls with it.

You decide to take your bottle of rum over to the nearest steps and sit down. Lucius spots you and makes his way over, pulling a face.

"Rough night?"

"Didn't sleep much." You tell him, lowering the rum bottle from your lips. Lucius reaches out and takes it from you. You hadn't drank as much as the other two had, but Lucius wanted to stop you from drinking any more anyway.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"What's left to talk about? I miss him, okay..."

"What's the deal with Jack?" He asks.

"He's Ed's mate."

"Go on," Lucius urges.

"He's a bit of a wild card. Crazy shit will happen while he's here, for the record. He brings out some of the crazy in Blackbeard."

"Okay. Anything else?"

You sigh and look at him. "He was a drunken fling. That what you wanna hear? It happened once, never again."

Lucius grins. "Feels good to get out in the open though, right?"

"I don't know how that information makes amy difference to anything," you say, burrowing your brows in confusion.

"It doesn't, I just wanted to hear you open up. See, you're learning it ways. You're one of us."

You laugh softly.

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Lucius spent a good portion of the morning with you, Pete joining you both at some point. You were enjoying your time with them chatting and sharing stories. Pete shared of his made up stories about his time on Blackbeard's crew. You found amusement in them and Pete seemed proud you liked them.

When Edward and Jack returned to deck, Jack had his whip at the ready. Edward at up some bottles along the railing of the ship.

"What are they doing?" Pete asked, watching the two men.

"Whippies."

Calico Jack was a master of the whip. The crew cheered as he broke each bottle without missing a beat. You can't deny his skill, no matter what you may think of the man.

Stede looks rather horrified.

"Whippies! Whippies! Whippies!" Everyone starts cheering.

Jack whips the cards from Swede's hand.

"The guy's an absolute legend with a whip." Ed laughs.

"How long's he staying, do you think?" Stede asks Ed.

"Ah, fuck, I don't know. I mean, you know, we're keeping it open-ended. You can't put a fuckin' time limit on fun, mate! Jack! Whip my balls!" Ed urges, laughing.

Jack whips his balls.

Of course it fucking hurts.

You sigh, having seen enough. You get up and walk across deck.

"Hey! Where ya going?" You hear Jack call.

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You lay on Izzy's bed and look up at the ceiling. You were glad to see Blackbeard had perked up a bit, but you were also a bit sad to see Stede not looking so comfortable. You knew Jack could be a handful.

However, Jack is not so much on your mind as Izzy is. You find yourself thinking about him a lot these days. His absence is really settling in.

You would give anything to see his face again.

"Come back, Izzy... please..."

The cabin is terribly quiet. It feels lonely. God, you miss that man.

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"There was the time he saved my life."

Ed and Jack were sharing stories with the crew. You were up there doing some chores on the ship as the others had stopped to listen.

"I don't like to bring it up. It's a bit immodest." Jack brushes Ed's words off.

"Come on!" "Tell us!" The crew plead.

"It was actually not too far from here, uh, matter of fact, on old Blind Man's Cove."

"Well, you know what. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive today," Edward says.

"I love this dopey bastard right here." Jack laughs. "That's a real pirate! Not like one of these store-bought types."

You glance at Stede when Jack says that.

"Jack, I hate to ask, but... where's your ship and your crew?" Stede asks. "You'd think a real pirate would have those."

"Well, I'm kind of, uh, between things at the moment." Jack replies. "Look, fellas, I know it looks like I'm killin' it, but, uh... I'm really not."

There's a pause of silence.

"My crew mutinued." Jack cries. "Third time it's happened this year."

Edward comforts him. Everyone looks at Stede, disappointed.

"You made him cry." Pete says.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Well, it was a pretty bitchy question." Lucius frowns.

Ed takes Stede off to the side to talk to him. The crew move in to comfort Jack.

"It's okay, CJ. I'm sure it wasn't personal." Roach tries to comfort him.

"Yeah, well, when they tie an anchor around your leg and throw you overboard, it feels pretty personal."

"We were gonna mutiny on Stede," Pete tells Jack.

"Yeah, probably again someday." Swede adds in.

Jack smiles at them. "Thanks, fellas. Real nice of you to say."

"Calico!" Stede returns. "I was thinking would it cheer you up if we went for s little trip? Perhaps somewhere fun?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Don't make a bother for me."

"Where you wanna go?" Ed asks.

"Well, I haven't been to Blind Man's Cove in years."

"Well, Blind Man's Cove it is." Stede smiles.

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"Yardies! Who's up for yardies?" Jack yells.

You sit on deck, the ship just off the coast of Blind Man's Cove. It's definitely a pretty island, but the cove is quite closed in.

However, the crew have their fun.

Roach attempts a game of yardies, but doesn't clear the deck. He's alive, but man would that have hurt. You felt it yourself as he hit the side of the ship.

Later you all find yourselves on the beach. They attach a knife to a turtle and try to get it to fight a crab. The funniest part about this was watching each of the crew take sides. Turtle or crab.

Stede was standing beside you looking horrified. "This is fun?" He asks softly.

"To some."

"But not to you?"

"Oh no, not to me. Nor you by the looks of it."

Stede sighs softly.

At one point Stede goes off into the trees to pee. You'd all been drinking rum like there was no tomorrow. Jack also disappeared from the beach and you had a speaking suspicion he went after Stede.

You watch Blackbeard. He seems chipper. A lot like his old self before Stede Bonnet. Just how you remembered him. He turns and sees you, smiling.

"Isn't this fun?" He asks.

"Yeah. Fun."

Ed swings his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side. "Come on, smile! Just like the old days."

"Sure."

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing..."

"Oh... Is this about Izzy?"

You fall quiet.

"He's gone. He made his choice."

"I know. I don't need to be reminded. You can still miss someone, ya know?"

"I know."

Stede returns from beyond the trees and marches down the beach. Ed spots him and follows him. "Where you going? We're about to have a coconut war."

Turns out Stede isn't having much fun. When you hear he was heading back to the ship, you felt like doing the same. Though you knew Lucius would probably come scold you for sulking later.

Jack throws a coconut at Ed. Stede heads back to the dingy. You catch up to him.

"Can I go back with you?"

"Not having fun either?" He asks softly.

"Not really."

Stede smiles and nods. "Come on then, let's go back to the ship."

♡♡♡

When you both get back to the ship, Stede invites you into his cabin for some tea. You decide to take him up on his offer. The ship is quiet with just two of you, but it's kind of nice.

Stede pours you both some tea and some cake he had Roach prepare earlier. You both sit down and enjoy.

"I don't like who Ed is when he's with Jack," Stede says, sipping his tea.

"I know it's very different from what you've seen of him, but he really was like that all the time before."

"Yes, so I've heard." Stede sighs. "Still, the Ed I know was so different."

"Yeah. You... softened him up a bit."

Stede looks at you softly. "Is that bad?"

"Not necessarily. Just different. I don't hate it." You take a bite of your cake. "I've been getting a bit used to being on this ship."

Stede smiles. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like."

"Thank you."

While the crew pass time on the beach, you and Stede hang out. He takes you through some of his books, tells you where some of his furniture is from, and you tell him a few stories of your own sailing days.

"You talk about Izzy a lot," he points out.

"Do I?"

"Yes. You sound quite close."

"I thought we were. Turns out I was wrong."

"How so?" Stede furrows his brow at you. The pout of his lips in confusion was, dare you say, somewhat adorable?

"He left. Didn't hesitate. I must be pretty easy to leave."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

"He did ask me to, but... I don't know."

Stede reaches out and gives your hand a friendly pat. "Well, I for one am glad you stayed."

♡♡♡

As night draws in, Stede retires to bed. You decide to do the same, curling up in Izzy's old cabin again. You still refer to it as his even though he's not here any more.

The crew had returned and they had clearly being drinking none stop. The sound of smashing is keeping you awake.

You decide to at least see what's going on. When you get up to deck, Buttons is yelling at them for being so loud. He was trying to moonbathe.

"Sorry, Buttons. Maybe he's right, guys. Should we pack it in?" Ed said, clearly drunk. "It's been a day."

The crew begin to agree, and you're about ready to help some of them get to bed, but Jack refuses and grabs his whip.

"King Coconut says, we go," he whips a sack nearby, "another," he whips the deck, " round!"

Lastly he whips wildly and everyone gasps in horror as Jack whips Buttons' seagull, Karl. You stare wide eyed as Buttons picks up his little bird friend.

"He's deid." Button says, his accent heavy. "You... killed him."

Buttons hands Karl over to Roach and starts talking in tongues. "I hex upon ye, I hex upon ye, I hex upon yeee...!"

You watch in mild confusion and fascination.

"Well, thay was some weird shit."

You walk over to Jack. "You should go."

"Oh, come on. It was an accident." He grins.

"Get off my ship!" Stede calls from behind you. You move away and let him come closer. "Like they said, you should go."

"Fine. I don't give a shit. Party sucked anyway. I'm out. Who's with me?" Jack asks. He looks at you, but you remain standing beside Stede. "Oh, come on. You don't wanna stick around with this fop, do ya?"

No one moves.

Jack turns to Ed. "Blackie? I saved your life man."

"Yeah."

Stede's expression falls. "Wait. You're leaving? With him?"

You frown. First Izzy, now Blackbeard?

"This is who I am, Stede." Ed speaks quietly. He glances at you, but you don't move. "You were always gonna realise what I am."

Edward walks over to the side of the ship and then looks back over his shoulder. "Take care, mate."

You take a deep breath before walking off.

♡♡♡

Lucius was on his way to go see Stede, but decided it best to stop off by your room first. As expected you were curled up on the bed. He doesn't have to say anything for you to know he was there.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" He asks.

"With pity."

Lucius steps into the room. "I wasn't. I did want to make sure you were okay though. First Izzy, now Blackbeard."

You look at him unimpressed.

"I'm gonna go check on the captain. You coming?"

You sigh softly and get up. "Yeah."

Turns out Stede was worse off than you. He was sat by the window with his telescope, watching Ed on the beach. Oluwande had spent the night in here, so he hadn't slept all that well either.

"Has this been going on all night?" Lucius asks.

"All night. No breaks."

Lucius goes over to his captain to try and talk to him. You sigh and watch from beside where Olu is seated.

"Morning, Captain. Do you mind putting the scope down for a sec?"

Stede doesn't budge.

"Okay, I will just take this..."

"No..."

"One, two..."

"No!"

"...three."

Lucius takes the scope from Stede. He hands it over to you and you tuck it away somewhere safe.

"Long night?" Lucius asks.

"I don't know," Stede replies softly.

"OK. And do we think this more of a spat or a rupture with Blackbeard?"

Stede rests his head back with a think against the window panel behind him. "I think it's done."

Lucius sighs.

"Well, lucky for you... I'm fantastic at break-ups. I helped them with Izzy, so I can help you too."

"Izzy and I didn't break up," you say.

"Yes you did."

"We weren't together to begin with."

"Eh," Lucius shrugs. He walks past you swiftly and Stede returns to sulking.

♡♡♡

"I just wanted to let you all know, we'll be holding a buriel at sea for Karl." Stede talks to his crew.

Buttons sobs in the background.

"Understandably, Buttons is..." Buttons cries again. "...rather audibly upset. And on a related note, Blackbeard will no longer be sailing with us."

You sigh and look down at the deck. Maybe this was payback for leaving them 6 years ago. They've all left you.

"It's a big one, I know. It was a mutual decision, which I initiated first."

"So this mean we're back to being captained by just... you?" Pete asks.

"Look, technically, you've always been captained by me, and only me, so there's no change there." Stede replies to him.

"Right, but what if some of us saw ourselves more as Blackbeard's employee?"

You roll your eyes.

"I can still stay right?" You ask, turning to him.

"Course. I'd be sad to see you leave too..."

You give Stede a comforting smile and pat his later lightly.

"Look, these things happen. Sometimes captains drift apart. I know its tough, but chin up. OK? Neither of us will like you less or more than we did before."

"Bad news, Stede." You say, looking out to see.

"It is. It's terrible news," Stede replies, sighing.

"Not that. That!" You point out to sea.

An English Navy fleet have arrived. Three big ships trapping the Revenge into the cove.

"That's a lot of ship."

"Yeah, and we're trapped," you tell him.

A cannon is fired and it hits the unicorn as the front of the ship, completely beheading it.

"Warning shot," you tell Stede. "The next one's into the hull."

"Right, we should probably fire back at them, um... Prepare the cannons!"

"Wait!"

You all turn around to see Ed climbing back onboard.

"Hoist the white flag!"

"Ed!" Stede smiles. You smile too. He came back.

"Better alive than dead."

You and Ed nod at each other.

♡♡♡

Izzy watches the Revenge from the English Navy ship. He's gripping the ring around his neck as he keeps his eyes on the other ship.

"I'm here," he whispers.

The white flag is raised on the Revenge and Izzy holds his head up higher. He gets into one of the boats with the English and they row toward the Revenge, toward you.

Izzy was coming back.

♡♡♡

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View of Port de la Selva from the Mediterranean sea. Comarques Gironines, Catalonia. Video by El Port de la Selva.

El Port de la Selva is a town that has always been deeply connected to the sea. Many of its inhabitants have been fishermen or sailors, so it's no surprise that they have many legends related to this profession. Today I'll tell one of these legends, one whose ending I think will surprise many of you.

Near this town there's a cove called Talabre, with the shore shape closed on itself casting its shadow on its dark waters, with many little caves and hiding places, and a good place for fishing sardines and squid. On a night around All Saints' Day (the day of the dead, November 1st), a fishing ship came near its shore. The captain told a fishermen to jump to the land to tie the knot, but he refused. All the fishermen on board refused, because they had heard that strange things happen here. The captain gave the order again, and then they heard a deep voice coming from the land that said "I'll tie it!". Immediately, they turned around and saw a white shape coming towards them. The fishermen, scared for their lives, started rowing to get away from there as quick as possible. This became yet another one of the Talabre ghost stories that were told in El Port de la Selva's taverns.

Another year, the captain of the fishing ship that tried to disembark in Talabre was a man who had lived many years in foreign lands. He had seen the world and wasn't scared of superstition. His ship arrived to Talabre at night, and he asked his crew to tie the ship to the land. Again, everyone refused. Then, a deep voice came from the cave and said "I'll tie it!". In the instant before the fishermen had time to start sailing away, the captain jumped down from the ship to the land, carrying the wooden stick used to direct the rudder, and headed decisively towards the white shape that moved as if it was floating.

The captain asked the ghost "who are you?", to which the ghost replied "get away from here, or else you and your children, and your children's children, will turn to souls in sorrow" (=a soul in sorrow is a kind of ghost). Without another word, the captain raised the stick and hit the white shape, that fell to the floor. The fishermen jumped down to the land and ran to see what had happened to the ghost. They removed the white cape and, under the light of the moon, they saw that it was the town's priest.

Still hurt from the hit, it didn't take the priest long to confess that the rich people of the area pay him to scare the common people, so that they would never get away from ignorance and superstition.

This is the end of the legend of the Talabre ghost, a criticism of religion and power told in the way of a story.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

You're in the wind,

I'm in the water

From 'The Sea Circus Captain', A flash back to why and how you began spending your nights with Buggy.

Word count: 2600

Warnings: None

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"You’re very pretty.", Buggy stated as he looked up at you, exhaustion lining his eyes.

"Thank you, Captain.", you responded with a curt smile as you put away the glasses and dishes from the dinner rush. Most of the crew were spread around the deck, fast sleep in a drunken stupor. Expect for their leader.

He was here, in front of you, holding his head in his hand as he lounged by the bar table you were cleaning.

The music was a soft rhythm that you didn’t pay too much attention to it, but Buggy began to hum the tune. His eyes catching yours in an attempt to know what you were thinking. To decipher you, if you were intimidated or if you tolerated his presence.

"I like this song.", he said and it caught your attention.

"Do you?", you asked rhetorically as you wiped down the table. He shook his head.

But when your focus turned back to the task at hand, you froze. Because Buggy had reached out to grab your wrist just as it passed in front of him. His eyes, boring into yours while you tried to figure out what was going through his mind. His blue gaze was piercing and you felt the fear kneed through your skin. Pirates took what they wanted. Now you were next.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist making you drop the cloth you had and firmly he led you from behind the counter top till you were in front of him.

He moved from the stool he sat on with you in hand to the middle of the deck. The cold ocean breeze making you shiver but the uncertainty of his actions was making the anxiety in your head ring louder.

He tugged you to him till his other gloved hand rested on your waist and once secure, he swayed to the melody. You couldn’t help but look around you, to see if anyone else was witnessing this but no one did.

But somehow he got the chance to do it, when the low tide had pushed into a deep rock pool you couldn’t get yourself out off.

His touch burned your skin as you tried not to look into his eyes, because if you did he would know that you burned with hate for him. You were a freak he had found and then after his crew had set your town on fire, he had taken you to join the very group of people you didn't want to associate with.

You hated him, he had seen you in a vulnerable state, in the cove. You had never let anyone see you in that condition before, no one was allowed to glimpse the form you took when you were immersed in the water.

So know you had to grind your teeth and tolerate him. This was a usual affair. He would not approach you till it was night fall, when the crew disappeared and his ship was anchored. Almost as if his ghosts had come back to haunt him and he just needed your body warmth for a few moments to root himself to reality.

It was clear who he was to going to be to you, another man trying to own you. Mermaids were always allowed to live only based on a few conditions that indebted them to the person who helped them live on land.

He picked you up in his hands then, your tails slipping against his fingers as it gave way for your legs, his fingers sliding down your calf had left their mark, his eyes finding yours to hold your gaze for a second, as though he had found the greatest treasure there is. Another item for him to own.

It was mysterious. How he cared for your well being even when you didn’t care for him at all.

You had tried to squirm your fingers from out of his hold but it was no use. He had the authority here and you didn’t want to be thrown out. Because where could you go next?

Here you had food and a place to sleep but most importantly, you were protected. Just the mere mentioning of his name would strike fear into anyone. So you put up with his antics. His failed attempts at making conversation with you. This ring box he carried and fidgeted with as he looked out at sea. His softer tone when he was around you. The lack of his showman persona when he helped you with the tasks around the ship.

He held onto you like you were the embodiment of the sea he could never seem to give up. His eyes searching yours for something you were sure you could never reciprocate.

"Are you being treated well?", he asked as he led you into a slow dance.

"Here with the crew. Any complaints?", he added on and your gaze snapped to his. The man who could sweet talk his way into his enemie's head was struggling to hold a conversation now.

"Yes.", you said as he twirled you.

"The captain likes to whisk me away in between tasks to then hold me in silence.", you responded as he tugged you back to him when you noticed him purse his lips like he didn't have an answer.

All this was unlike him, all this was the opposite of what he portrayed himself to be. The glitter in his paint shimmered and you couldn’t deny it, the mystery in which he was shrouded called you to decode it.

And yet you couldn’t bare it, you couldn’t bear the proximity and his hushed breaths. He destroyed your town, and then played the role of a saviour. Now as he moved towards the railing, you could break yourself away from this entanglement. One small shove and he would fall into the sea with you, where you can then disappear and he will be defeated.

But it was the soft tone, almost broken way he said, “I have a proposition for you.”, the made you pause your plans.

“What is it?”, you indulged his statement.

“I cannot speak about it here.”, he shifted his gaze to the place around him as though he was paranoid that stars will listen.

“Come to my quarters.”, he said and you jerked your hand away from his. But he held on tight.

“I will not.”, you contested to which he furrowed his brows.

"As your Captain, I order you to. It's for a brief discussion.", he seemed restless as he spoke through his teeth.

“Why not?”, he looked shocked, to which you grew silent holding his gaze.

"Discussion.", you mumbled under your breath as you laughed sarcastically.

“I know what your discussions are about. I’m not some entertainment you can have your fill of for the night.”, you seethed at him as you lowered your voice, leaning forward to see the exact moment his face shattered.

"Is that what you think of me?”, he asked softly in disbelief and it struck you, leaving your speechless.

“I truly just wish to speak to you.”, he said letting go of your hand and you pursed your lips watching him wait on your answer even as he tried to disguise his hurt.

So you followed him as he walked away to his quarters. He paused in front of his door to catch a glimpse of you before he opened the door, when you entered his personal space astonished you even further. It didn’t have much in it, a desk littered with papers and maps. A vanity case by the corner that held his face paint and costumes and to the other end, a bed that looked like he had never slept in it. He closed the door behind him as he moved to his desk, fishing out a map.

His eye skimmed the page with desire, with a hunger you had never seen before and when he turned to you, the hunger with which he looked at the map transferred to you and for a second you reveled in it. He wanted someone to share his thoughts with, he was scheming and he needed an trusted apprentice.

"I need a spy, one that can get here.", he pointed to a spot hidden between a group of islands.

"The passage way between these islands are too small for my ship to get through and I don’t have enough information to attack it yet. My crew never do well with undercover work but you have the skill for it." he spoke waving his hand towards your legs and your words struck out before you could stop them.

"You didn’t have a tough time burning down my town you knew nothing about.", you said and his eyes snapped to yours.

He hummed, his tone frustrated and annoyed.

"The more you speak, the more I value your insight about me.", he stated mournfully as though he hated himself more for never being able accept the truth.

"Why did you do it?", you pressed on when he tried to change the subject.

"I didn’t", he snapped as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Now, about the islands.", he shifted the topic instantly as he pushed aside his irritance and you edged closer to his table.

"It was a freak accident, the land was too dry and some stupid fool’s cigarette that wasn't put out had caused enough of a spark to turn it into a flame that became a raging fire and everyday I question why I couldn’t just leave you behind there to perish. When I’ve let so many to die before, and everyday I see the hate in your eyes and I don’t know what to do about it. It feels like the perfect way to torture me for having done something good for once in my life.", he barked at you and you grew silent, the hate in you simmering down to think of the very likely possibility of what he was saying, in your desire to make him the villain you never considered an alternate possibility.

"Can you do it or not?", he didn’t look at you, while you couldn’t stop taking in his features. He looked new for the first time.

"I don’t know how to fight, let alone how to be an undercover agent", you stuttered.

"I’ll teach you the skills you need, can you swim through there?", he pointed to a location and looking at the map, you were sure you could get in.

“Yes.”, you told him and he gave you a curt nod, to then immediately step away from you as he rolled up his map. His eyes never once coming back to find yours as he ruffled near his shelf with his back turned to you.

"Is that all?", you asked, feeling the guilt of your accusations on him, judging him the same way everyone had.

"Yes", he said and you couldn’t help but linger, taking in his quarters that no one else was allowed into.

He didn’t turn to you, and you felt stupid as you stood there so you turned to leave.

Two steps.

One step. You wished he would strike up a conversation again.

Almost at the door.

“No, there is one more request.”, he said quietly and you stopped.

Not an order, a request.

You turned to see him and he moved to his vanity case, setting aside his hat as he pulled away his bandana. He looked at himself in the mirror and you saw the very same hate in your eyes, reflect in his. He looked haunted. You took in his disheveled appearance. It was rare, he wore his glamorous armour so well you didn’t notice the cracks.

His hair was pinned up tight but a few strands fell forward as he dipped his head, not being able to take his own reflection, he inhaled deeply as he opened a drawer to fish for a couple gold coins.

“I have been unable to sleep. And it has gotten to a point I cannot keep my head straight.”, he turned to you as he sat at the edge of the table.

“I lose control of my body, I cannot strategize or think and my soul craves for company.”, he said plainly.

"This might be more difficult of a mission than sending you off to be a spy but..", he drawled before he held out the coins towards you.

"I’ll pay you for your time every night, just hold me for a while and sing me to sleep. Nothing more.", he looked like he was unraveling. Will to give you money because he noticed every time you had looked at him like he was a monster.

"Your songs, your voice. It’s makes me feel a peace I had never known.", he caught your gaze as he said with reverence.

You couldn’t believe it. You were certain he was going to demand different things but this. This broke your heart, along with your accusations.

His outstretched hand holding the coins, the slight shiver in them. His eyes looking at you almost as if he was begging you to help him.

You edged closer to him. His gaze watching your every step, unbelief taking over his features.

You pushed away his outstretched hand and his coins. He raised his brows. This was new to you too, a few seconds ago you wouldn’t have ever done this. But now, his confession and nobility, it was a opportunity to see who he truly was.

You stood in-between his legs as you gently reached for his empty hand. You pulled away his glove and heard his soft gasp. Sliding your fingers into his palm, you experimented how his hand felts against yours.

It felt good. His calloused fingers holding onto yours like you were a cure. His eyes focused on how your fingers intertwined. You pushed away his coins from the other hand but he beat you to it, as he brought his finger close to his mouth and using his front teeth, pulled away his glove. His eyes desperate. His dark circles peeking through from beneath the paint on his skin. You snaked your arm around his torso and softly engulfed him in a hug. He sighed the moment he held you. His chin resting on your shoulder, his stubble scratching your skin. He slumped in your arms and it almost felt like you were rescuing a drowning sailor, to swim with him towards the surface so he could breathe again.

You felt his hands wrap around yours and it struck you, that it wasn’t only him who needed this. You did too. You held him tight, like he was your anchor for these next few minutes. His heart beating in sync with yours, his deep breaths easing him with every second.

“Do you have a song you liked?”, you asked quietly and his answer was quick.

“The one you sing looking out to the waves.”, he mumbled. His lips touching your skin at the base of your neck where he had rested his head.

You rubbed his back lost in thought, for how different you both were, your longing was the same. For a home.

“Ah, the song of the separated lovers.”, you told him and you felt his fingers play with the end of your braid as he breathed in your scent, as though he was getting ready to slip off into his dreams.

The ballad goes in such a way that the sea gods grew jealous of a mortal couple's true love that in their boredom, they struck the woman to turn part fish while they cursed the man to make the sea his deathbed. To separate the two of them from being two halves that were one to now be scattered, one exiled to be on land while the other in the water. To spend their lives trying to find each other again.

You began to sing the song as you held him, his weight growing heavier as a sign that he was beginning to relax. You swung his arm on your shoulder and helped him tumble into bed, his hands however taking you with him. He was asleep by the end of it, his quiet breathing, his eyes closed shut with his eyelashes fanned out on his cheek.

The most dangerous man on the seas, now lying here lost in a dreamscape.

His paint across his lips were smudged that you were sure if you touched his lips, you’ll leave behind evidence for him to find.

You thought it was best you left, but when you moved he stirred. So you settled next to him, somehow for the first time ever not feeling torn apart and alone. This was manageable, you both needed company.

You wanted to see the bluish green on his eyes, when a thought passed.

This will just be you singing him to sleep and nothing else. You turned to face his sleeping form, he was resting so peacefully.

Nothing else.

Would he ever dream of you?

He was a man cursed by the sea and you were a woman cursed with fins, was he searching for you when he looked out to the waves?

He wouldn’t know, if you slept next to him or if you put your hand over him. He had you held tight next to him it wasn’t like you were going anywhere either. You placed your head near his chest, his shirt smelling of cinnamon and spice. You’ll be gone before he wakes up, he didn’t have to know you were the same. Longing for love and alone.

He didn’t have to know.

But with the way his fingers held you tight, with the way he sensed that gaping hole in your heart.

He knew.

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[chillykitty]

Art Fight '24 Mass Attack

link to attack - speedpaint vvv

below the cut is the numbered ver with the character credits!!

1 - SpicyIsopods - Spiceopods @swagalicioussquids

2 - JinxedFuture - Hisoka @jinxedfuture

3 - chillykitty (me) - Elly / Jekyll

4 - WizardofLizards - Perogi https://artfight.net/~WizardofLizards

5 - Stockie - Aestas @stockie-der-stock

6 - Stockie - Caeruleum

7 - GRAVESTUCK - Symphony https://artfight.net/~GRAVESTUCK

8 - spiritinthesnow - Sienna https://artfight.net/~spiritinthesnow

9 - spiritinthesnow - Chance

10 -  fluffypinkfish - Jeremy https://artfight.net/~fluffypinkfish

11 - TheGreatPikminZX789 - Mira @thegreatpikminzx789

12 - Spadelikecreature - Angler @heads0rtai1s

13 - lolodedodo - Maria @lolodedodo

14 - DKTR - Molly @dktrbatz hi bestie

15 & 16 - SmileSweetsRaccoon - Candle fish https://artfight.net/~SmileSweetsRaccoon

17 - exoskeleeton - Vampyre https://artfight.net/~exoskeleeton

18 - SkyKid - Cove @skykidshykid

19 - RADiOHEART64 - Yakko https://artfight.net/~RADiOHEART64

20 - Stockie - Fish Fin

21 - SpicyIsopods - Creamsicle @SwagaliciousSquids

22 - shingle - Jelly https://artfight.net/~shingle

23 - aksmot - Fluffy @aksmot

24 - Spadelikecreature - Ghost Ship

25 - olliearts09 - Moon Cake https://artfight.net/~olliearts09

26 - SpicyIsopods - Altarf 218758 @swagalicioussquids

27 -  Bärnhard - Bärni https://artfight.net/~B%C3%A4rnhard

28 - exoskeleeton - Lollipop

29 - cyperghost - Umber https://artfight.net/~cyperghost

30 - chillykitty (me) - Sada

31 - chillykitty (me) - Tess

32 - TheGreatPikminZX789 - Maya

33 - Amberlea - Boba https://artfight.net/~Amberlea

34 - Chase2swaggy - Hermit Berry https://artfight.net/~Chase2swaggy

35 - ghostcarousels - Rocket Power https://artfight.net/~ghostcarousels

36 - valkriia - Kiki https://artfight.net/~valkriia

37 - beepy - Miu https://artfight.net/~beepy

38 -  glich_fitchet - money crab @glich-hyperfixations

39 - Cheese-the-spiffing - Cardboard https://artfight.net/~Cheese-the-spiffing

[bonefall]

I saw the post about animals and stuff and i got curious, whats r some interesting biome/location for fanclans that (in ur opinion) are underused? For their interesting geography or animals present or any other reason rlly!

Suburbs No one has ever made a fanclan out of Over the Hedge type shit and quite frankly I'm disappointed in this fandom. Suburbs are hypnotizing and I hate living in them but they would make FASCINATING settings, each neighborhood is a character in and of itself. What's in the environment? Abandoned malls? Old factories? Ghost towns? Disused railroad tracks? COME ON

Cities For a similar reason, urban environments are so hostile to wildlife. Where do all the cats sleep? What do they do when the one safe place that was camp is cleared out? Do they feel kinship with any humans?

Saltwater Biomes Islands, salt marshes, coves... think of all the ocean fish names, come onnnn, you can have your cats set up in a wrecked ship, they can dive for coral, they can fight otters, there's a lot you can do

Anywhere that has even larger cats The absolute lack of fanclans that have had to fight and even kill things like tigers or jaguars is astonishing. Have rivalries with lions! Fight over prey and have leopards steal your shit and run up a tree with it! Have larger cats who don't speak the same language and they struggle to understand each other, if it's even physically possible

Post apocalyptic settings Have escaped zoo animals living in the ruins of post-apocalyptic America or go home. Climb a giraffe. Have extremely tense exchanges between Warrior Cats and human survivors who are thinking about eating them. Hotwire a car. There's so much you can do

[adzeisval]

You Lied to Me

Ricky captures Jim. Also on AO3.

Izzy manifested back into the world and looked around. He wasn’t quite sure where he was at first. He was usually on the ship or at the inn, mostly on the ship it seemed his crew needed him more often than his Captain’s did. He was glad to be able to help. He was also glad that the crew noticed that he was there and came to the conclusion that he was there to help. 

Izzy knew that someday he would be there to do other things but for now he was just helping. And it was nice of the crew to give him updates on what was going on and where they were when they realized he was there. 

At the moment though Izzy couldn’t pick out who he was supposed to be protecting or who needed his help. They were at a market somewhere he didn’t frequent in his life. He looked around at the people; some were probably pirates and some where obviously not. Finally he caught sight of Jim walking with a basket in their arms. Izzy looked around to where any danger might be but couldn’t pick any out.

Izzy moved to walk by Jim touching their glove and hoping that Jim picked up on his presence. Jim stopped for just a moment then continued on looking around. 

“What have we got Izzy?” 

“Fuck if I know,” Izzy said. He really couldn’t pick out anyone dangerous in the crowd. 

“I’m not seeing anything weird Iz,” Jim said. 

“Neither am I,” he said even though he knew that Jim couldn’t really hear him. Maybe they could pick up on the vibes though. 

Suddenly Izzy turned around and saw two men exiting a shop looking right at Jim. Izzy touched Jim’s glove pulling slightly to hopefully get them to look behind. Jim did but not in time to prevent them from being grabbed. 

The world went away and came back and Izzy was on a ship, in a cell with Jim. Jim looked up.

“Izzy?” 

Izzy touched their glove, “I’m here.” 

“Two assholes grabbed me, put a bag over my head. I hear them speaking English, maybe navy.” 

“Got it in one.” 

Izzy looked up and wished he had an actual body to use. He needed a sword, a gun, something and he needed to use it. 

“Fuck,” Jim said. 

“Welcome aboard the Hunter,” Ricky said. Izzy looked at the nasty fucking cunt that killed him and wanted very much to return the favor. At the very least he could make sure that Ricky didn’t kill Jim.

Unless…was he there to take Jim away? Would he know when that was what he was sent for? So much about what he was doing was unknown. 

“I just have one simple question for you, you see, no one seems to know where I might find Blackbeard or Stede Bonnet and I can’t seem to get ahold of one of the crew of the Revenge until now.” 

“I’m not telling you where they are,” Jim said. 

“If you do I’ll not only let you go, but I won’t touch you or anyone on the Revenge so long as you live.” 

“Fuck off,” Jim said. 

“It’s a rather generous offer I would think,” Ricky said. 

“It is, if it were real. I don’t believe a word you say,” Jim said, “And I don’t make deals with people who killed my friend.” 

“Friend? You don’t mean Izzy Hands do you?” 

“Keep his name out of your mouth you…rancid syphilitic cunt.” 

Ricky frowned and took a step back, “How…” 

“Oh, Izzy’s here, he told me to say that,” Jim said. Izzy didn’t realize that he could put words into people’s minds, perhaps he could only do it occasionally but it was worth the effort to do it for the look on Ricky’s face. 

Ricky scoffed, “So the ghost of Izzy Hands is here is he? Well that’s none of my concern. He can’t do much can he and I can’t kill him again. Did it take him a long time to bleed out? Did he die screaming in pain?”

Jim growled at Ricky and Ricky laughed. 

“Jim, I’m alright,” Izzy said. 

“Last chance or we’ll start torturing you. Maybe if Izzy is here he’d like to watch you die in horrible pain,” Ricky said. 

“Jim, lie to him, tell him to go to Dead Man’s Cove, I’ll get the Revenge there.” 

“They’re hiding at Dead Man’s Cove,” Jim said.

“See that wasn’t so hard, what Izzy’s ghost can’t possibly understand is that you are still alive and can feel pain. Such a good motivator,” Ricky said, turning to go, “Oh and if they are not there I’ll kill your whole crew in front of you and then you last.” 

Jim sighed, “I hope you know what you are doing Izzy.” 

Izzy hoped he did as well. 

***

Izzy made it back to the Revenge and went straight to Frenchie. The man was very receptive to his presence and he hoped to make quick work of warning them. 

“Lord above, uh Izzy’s here,” Frenchie announced. 

“Does this have to do with Jim? They’ve been gone too long,” Olu said. 

“Fuck, I told them they shouldn’t go alone,” Archie said. 

“I think it’s about Jim,” Frenchie said, “Let’s see…” 

“Oh, I wonder if Izzy can guide us to Jim? If I’m at the wheel?” Fang asked. 

“Let’s try that.” 

Izzy didn’t know if he could get Fang to steer in the right direction but it was worth a try, he didn’t really have any concrete idea on how he was going to do it anyway. 

Fang stood at the wheel, “I’m ready Izzy.” 

Izzy came up behind Fang then sort of stood in the exact same place, he place his hands over Fangs and thought about moving the wheel so that they would go Deadman’s Cove. 

Fang turned the wheel and Izzy got them heading in the right direction. Izzy helped for the first little bit but then he had to lave to check on Jim. 

*****

“Izzy?” 

Izzy touched Jim’s glove and Jim sighed in relief. 

“We should be at the cove soon. I hope the Revenge is coming,” Jim said. Izzy wished he could actually speak to Jim to tell them it would all be alright but he kept touching the glove and hoped Jim could pick up on it. They were quiet for a while then Izzy knew he needed to go back to the Revenge and make sure that things were going well over there. 

“Izzy? If…if this goes wrong before they get here. If he decides to kill me, can…can you stay with me?” 

“Of course I will Jim,” Izzy said. 

“Good.”

*****

Izzy made it to the Revenge and Fang was still at the wheel. 

“Izzy’s back,” Fang said.

“Are we going to Dead Man’s Cove Izzy?” Frenchie asked. 

“Wiggle the wheel if that’s where we’re going,” Fang said. Izzy did so and the group cheered. How Izzy ended up with such a bizarre group of people he didn’t know. But then again he was a fucking ghost so maybe it didn’t matter. 

“Who are we up against?” Zheng asked. Izzy wasn’t sure at first how to answer that, he was surprised that Zheng was jumping in with the madness. Izzy thought about his death, about the pain, the fear, the sadness. 

“Anybody feel really depressed right now,” Frenchie asked. 

“Yes,” Fang said, “Like when Izzy died maybe? The English?” 

“Ricky, it’s probably Ricky that has Jim,” Zheng said. 

“No way out of Dead Man’s Cove, if Izzy’s leading them into a trap we’re probably supposed to go fight and get Jim back,” Frenchie said. 

“Yes!” Izzy said and hoped they would get it. 

“Alright, Zheng get ready to fight, Fang keep on course for Dead Man’s Cove, lets go get Jim back.” 

*****

Izzy went back to Jim and Jim was standing on the deck of the Hunter. Ricky was looking at the clearly uninhabited island. Jim looked nervous and Izzy made his presence known. 

Izzy looked and saw the Revenge just starting to peek out from the ambush spot.

“You lied to me,” Ricky said, “I’m almost impressed.” 

“Must have forgotten where they went,” Jim said. 

“Is your ghost here now? I wonder how he’d like it if I shot you with the same gun I killed him with,” Ricky pulled out the little pistol and started to load it. 

“You can kill me but someday that smug attitude is going to get you killed pendejo,” Jim said, “You’ll have two vengeful ghosts after you.” 

Ricky scoffed at that and continued to load the gun. Jim was doing an good job of looking unafraid but Izzy could feel the fear coming off them in waves. Izzy didn’t know how much he could effect things, if he could nudge the gun or stop the bullet. He didn’t have a body but he could move thing a little. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, he hoped the Revenge would soon be in firing range. 

“Captain Banes!” 

“Oh what now,” Ricky said. The first cannon ball from the Revenge hit the railing of the Hunter sending splinters flying everywhere. 

Jim looked back at the Revenge and smiled. Ricky looked around in panic but still had the wherewithal to lift the pistol and aim it at Jim. Izzy knew he was going to fire and nudged Jim just a little then put his ghostly had around the gun to try to move it just a bit. 

Ricky fired and Jim cried out in pain and fell to the deck.

“No.” 

Jim moved and Izzy knelt next to them. It was enough, Izzy had done enough to make the wound none fatal. Jim had been shot in the arm and the bullet had grazed their ribs as well but it wasn’t a mortal wound. Now if he could get them to safety maybe all would be well. 

It wasn’t long before Zheng and Olu came over the edge of the ship and focused in on Jim. Izzy followed Jim back to the ship, he wished he could see what happened with Ricky but he promised to stay with Jim and though they weren’t dying they were still hurt. 

Zheng and Olu came back not long after Roach started working on Jim, Ricky was likely going to get away but the ship was fucked enough that they could get away. 

“That fucker threatened to blow us all up,” Zheng said. 

“We’ll get him someday babe,” Olu said, “How’s Jim.” 

“Doing well, needs stitches, broke a rib,” Roach said. 

“Izzy saved me,” Jim said through gritted teeth. 

“Thank you Izzy,” Olu said, “If you’re here thank you.” 

“He’s here,” Jim said. Jim groaned and cursed as Roach started stitching their arm. Izzy stayed with Jim until Roach was done.

“We need to warn Edward and Stede,” Jim said, “Ricky wants them.” 

Izzy agreed with the whole thing and hoped that he could stay with the group long enough to see Edward again.

[myhauntedsalem]

Newfoundland’s Viking Ghost Ship

At the furthest remote northern tip of Newfoundland 1000 years ago, Vikings once the nomads of the North Atlantic, established a settlement.

This area is called L’Anse aux Meadows meaning “Jellyfish Cove.”

The local residents today make their living from fishing. They use small boats with hand lines to catch their fish. It is difficult backbreaking work.

In more recent years the area has also experienced an economic boom from summer tourism.

The Vikings were warriors just like their Gods. The term Viking is just a general name for Nordic speaking people who came from southern Scandinavia.

The Vikings were explorers that made their way west in the 11th century first to Iceland then to Greenland and finally to Newfoundland.

They had 3 goals. The first was to find new victims to raid– they attacked, plundered and departed quickly. They were successful in this endeavor for the most part because of the efficiency and speed of their ships and in part because of the sharp-iron weapons they used.

Along with these raids they were also looking for new trade partners and new places to settle.

A favorite tale that is told in L’Anse aux Meadows is about how a Viking ghost ship appears every 30 years. Sightings of this ship is considered to be a good omen or harbinger.

One mid August the local fishermen were celebrating for they had experienced a “good catch.” It was the best of the season. They had returned home with their boats full.

A lone fisherman stayed late into the evening gutting the fish he had caught. Suddenly outside his shack he heard a strange noise.

It sounded like paddles hitting the water in unison. These oars were making a loud splashing sound. At first, he didn’t see anything but he then heard the sound of a horn being blown.

He moved to the door and spotted a vessel moving toward the dock. It was odd in appearance–he had never seen anything like it before.

It was a long, narrow open boat with one central mast. It had a striped sail and on either side he saw oars dipping into the water quickly.

He watched confused as it came closer and closer and then just vanished. Word spread about what he had seen but no one knew where this vessel came from or where it had gone.

Several months after, the man discovered a drawing in a book that looked very similar to what he had seen. It was a drawing of a boat that had been used by the Vikings 1000 years before.

Thirty years after this initial sighting, two lazy young teens learned where an old fisherman had hidden his whiskey. One night they broke into his shed.

Just as they found his bottle they heard a loud noise coming from the water outside. They hesitated worried they were about to be discovered.

They heard the water splashing forcefully–it sounded like a large group of oars dipping into the water. They looked out a side window and saw a ship approaching.

They left immediately but once outside they stood transfixed by a strange sight. Before them was a long ship, it turned and headed toward where they stood. It then vanished.

They were so frightened by this time they left the whiskey behind as they fled the dock.

These two teens did not tell anyone what they had seen for a long time but eventually word spread about the strange ship they had seen in the harbor.

The locals realized these two young men had seen the same Viking ship on the same day as the sighting from 30 years before–August 15th. They felt the first time this ship had brought “good tidings.” Now they felt it had once more helped out–for it had saved the old fisherman’s whiskey.

This was not the last time this strange Viking ship was seen for 30 years later on August 15th the local fisherman returned with another bountiful catch.

One fisherman among this group decided to stay out in his boat a little longer–he felt he could catch even more fish. But as the sky clouded and the weather turned he decided to head for the safety of the harbor.

But his motor would not turn on. He checked the fuel and all the engine connections but everything seemed to be in order. Suddenly he heard a loud noise in the water.

It sounded like oars dipping into the water every 5 seconds. He looked in the direction of the sound and spotted a huge Viking ship bearing down on him.

This ship was on a collision course with his smaller vessel. At the last moment just when it seemed the ship would ram his boat he heard the sound of a horn blowing, it sounded like a battle call.

The Viking ship then vanished right in front of him. He stated later a strong sense of wellbeing overtook him. He went back inside his wheelhouse and the motor started immediately.

It is still a mystery why this ship appears every 30 years and on the same day but the locals don’t mind.

[eorzeashan]

Snowball fight! Eight, Theron, and whomever else you'd like to join in! :)

Winter Prompts

“Theron, stay behind me.” Eight gallantly stepped before his hiding spot behind a waste bin and fended off a flurry of snowballs lobbed his way, armed with naught but a tree branch held aloft like a blade. He caught them with its noticeably blunt edge, discarding the disintegrating snow with a flourish.

“Is this really necessary…?” Theron echoed, his back pressed against the trash receptacle, feeling his cheeks flush pink from needing to be defended or simply the bitter cold of Odessen’s winter.

Strangely enough for an operative, Eight put himself on the frontlines or in place of others more vulnerable– a trait unseen in most of his ilk, who excelled in the shadows behind their sturdier comrades. Yet Theron learned quickly through repeated battles by his side that such bold tactics were a strength rather than a weakness for the Cipher, whose fragile disposition as an agent acted as a mere cover for the unexpected warrior within.

But in this moment, it acted as little comfort to his dwindling pride that he was being protected by someone smaller than him– Theron checked the enemy position and popped briefly out from cover to snipe Aric Jorgan’s shoulder with a bold blast of powder, causing the Cathar to hiss a curse and fall back– and in a snowball fight, nonetheless.

“This is what you get for getting chummy with other spies, Agent!”

Theron instinctively ducked. Where that voice sounded, trouble soon followed.

Eight side-stepped several snowballs from Kaliyo, most likely filled with rocks, given the menacing way they heavily thumped against the ground.

As expected, the others were out for snow-covered blood.

Theron was stuck in the sinking ship with Eight and his angry acquaintances, for all his sad lack of actual enemies that weren't related to him. Not that Lana and Koth weren't gunning for his head– he could see them whispering tactics in the foreground through his flake-covered lashes, those vultures– but the entirety of Eight’s old crew had chosen to aim for their erstwhile agent as means of revenge today.

Theron was just collateral, or so he incorrectly assumed. Not that it would stop him from aiming for his compatriots himself, and what he wouldn't give to see Lana have a taste of her own snow. Theron smirked at the thought of the blonde Sith shaking off ice like a frozen voorpak, already balling up a fresh set of snowballs in his mitts.

“Eight, cove–ACK!”

Theron yelped as frigid, biting snow touched bare skin and fell even deeper past his clothing into nooks and crannies where the sun didn't shine. He instinctively scrabbled at the back of his jacket, face crumpling into what could be called an excellent mimicry of a paper ball. Betrayal! Stabbed in the back! Unprotected! And…SO COLD. If his skin were a jacket, he would've shucked it right then and there.

His suffering didn't go unrewarded. Two blue arms wrapped around his middle as a delicate chin pressed into his shivering shoulderblades. Theron’s surprise settled into relaxed ease as warmth flooded his center, pooling low in his stomach at the familiar scent of his lover.

Aketho sported a wicked grin as he nuzzled into Theron’s broad back, the telltale signs of snow coating his gloves pointing to only one conclusion. Theron gasped dramatically. “How could you, ‘Keth?” His hazel eyes narrowed in suspicion. “...And how did you get past Eight?”

“A good Cipher never kiss and tells,” Aketho purred. Theron shuddered as his hot breath ghosted past his ear. “You're my hostage now, Agent Shan. I’m afraid your friends won't be coming to rescue you, either.”

Eight whistled innocently as he turned his back to the two spies in love, stick-holding hands clasped behind him as he walked pointedly in a different direction.

Traitor! Theron assailed him mentally, mouth dropping in an O as he watched his faithful defender hand him to the enemy on a silver platter, complete with plenty of snow.

He slumped in Aketho’s embrace, giving up. “Well, I could think of worse people to be captured by.” He smiled, entwining their fingers together. His smirk grew lascivious. “Wanna ditch this place and get warmed up somewhere else?”

“Can't think of anything I’d like more.”

[fruity-astronomer]

DP Prompt

I am currently recovering from getting my wisdom teeth removed and have been losing my shit from the absolute boredom. First time actually posting for Danny Phantom, so we'll see where this goes.

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"Fenton, how are you so fast at this?"

Danny looked up at the crowd of A-Listers that were watching in awe as he systematically hoed an entire field on his own. What had once been rock hard earth was now a loose field- ready to be planted. "I uh... I play a lot of Stardew Valley?"

And by 'play Stardew Valley,' he meant that he went into the game and actually lived the life of a small town farmer when he needed a break. Pelican Cove had a lot of perks from hot gossip to an actual wizard. The dateable characters were also a plus.

"But you just click for that."

Danny shrugged, putting his hoe back into the earth. "I don't know what else to tell you."

Casper High didn't send their students on many fieldtrips in general- the constant ghost attacks and lack of funding made that certain. The one fieldtrip that happened every year for the graduating seniors was the only constant, the only definite. For a single week at the beginning of spring, the class was shipped off to some small camp that had a barn, a hobby farm, and multiple craft stations. Tucker was interested in learning how to ride a horse. Sam was excited to give loom weaving a try.

But Danny? Danny was just here to farm.

-something-something-something-

feel free to add on

I'm just writing this based on my own experiences from middle school. to this day, it is still the best field trip I ever went on.

but fuck Gus the alpaca, all my homies hate Gus the alpaca

[mjrtaurus]

Fuck it, I like the idea enough to give it its own post.

I give you the Cursed AU, it’s a real world setting with fantasy and canon elements sprinkled in.

There will likely be art to come

Crocodile is a pirate that spares no quarter in his cruelty and greed. He will dog a ship for leagues to raid it for even the pettiest of baubles. He will pay no mind to who he must cut down to secure the object of his whims, be they friend or foe. He will play with lives and he will play with hearts, all if it means he gets what he wants.

And if he cannot have something or someone? Then he will be sure that no one can.

When he catches a ship, it is in a person’s best interest to die in the raid. A prisoner kept in Crocodile’s brig might as well be at the mercy of the devil himself. The only people that leave alive are those he throws to the crocodiles of the cove he weighs anchor in.

As one could imagine, he cares little for the gods or their temples, only the treasures associated with them. He could plunder, yes, but he could work smarter and hold an entire community hostage over a single relic of religious significance… so he does, sending priests and acolytes alike to the crocodiles, stealing precious artifacts, bullying and extorting to his heart’s content…

It’s for this particular slight that the Sea curses him.

At sunset one summer evening, She appeared to him and his crew. Aglow with the ghost-light of the green flash, she tears the still beating heart from his chest and holds it over the rail, above the waves. The crocodiles that paddle in the water below make way for the largest among them, who rears its massive head and opens its jaws. The Sea lets his heart fall into them, and they close with a snap.

All the greed in Crocodile’s heart twists the beast into a monster that is forever bound to him in a life made eternal.

By the Sea’s decree, he feels the creature’s endless, ravenous hunger as if it is his own. No food or drink he takes will soothe it, no matter how much or how often it passes his lips, for it all crumbles to nothing the moment he swallows it down. He can only sate himself by feeding the beast.

Even then, the relief is fleeting. The more he feeds the monster, the larger it grows, the deeper its appetite becomes, and all the darker its desires. He must raid and raid and raid, feed it and feed it and feed it, or depravity and starvation that isn’t his own will drive him mad.

If he flees from it, it will follow him to wherever it is that he’s hidden himself. There is no distance or terrain that will keep it from him. It will kill and destroy and glut itself and torment him until it either finds him, or he returns to it.

He cannot be killed, not by his own hand or any other. No matter how fatal the wound, he will heal, and be spared none of the pain. Death will take him by no means but one: killing the beast.

It is simple enough, but it comes at a terrible cost.

His soul.

However, there is a way to break the curse. A way that the Sea doesn’t tell him. If She did, it would only doom him.

If he were to kill the beast to save someone he loves from its jaws, then his heart will be returned to him. His heart, his life, his soul, his mortality, all of it.

The love doesn’t have to be requited. It doesn’t have to be romantic. It doesn’t have to last forever. It just has to be love, true and deep and real.

[mastercreator03]

A Thread for Pizzatober (Days 1-10)

Day 1: Move it, Boy!

Day 2: Peppino

Day 3: Toppins

Day 4: Pizzasona

Day 5: Ship

Day 6: Pepperman

Day 7: Taunt

Day 8: Evil

Day 9: Crust Cove

Day 10: Ghost