#inspired by pirates of the caribbean

[th30ra3k3n]

“arthur, how many times must i ask you to call me merlin?”

”at least once more, your highness, as always.”

[wr1t3w1tm3]

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Okay. So, I had to rewrite basically the last 2/3rds of this due to word being a be-ache but I think I like it more. I'm just going for old-timey enough dialogue (time period is like late 17-augths into the early 1720's), and a full of it female protagonist who is on the forefront of the day's scientific community. This is so gonna get rewritten which is why I'm sharing this online without much fear of AI scraping so...

Without further adue...

I hope you enjoy.

“Have you, Charlotte Rafferty, anything to declare?”

              Had she anything to declare? Of course! The dark, dank cell, chilled despite the blazing Caribbean heat?! The stench which permeated every crack and cranny of the place!?! It is madness!! She could declare how all of it was hell. Yet, this man, a minister of some faith, head of some local church, would take only one answer. An answer she is unwilling to give.

              “Nothing of import,” she retorts.

              The minister scowls and steps forward. His gray-white hair, curled at the shoulder, bounces against his shoulders. “Woman, do you not fear for your eternal life?”

              She smiles and crosses her arms, stepping up to the bars. She is disheveled, her teal dress dulled by dirt and her skin darkened by the same stuff. “Why should I fear something I do not believe in?”

              The cleric stops. For a second, he is silent. Then suddenly, he is upon her, grabbing the bars just as she had. He is seething, his hair shaking “Woman, if you do not believe in it, why do you bring yourself to mock it?”

              “For its silliness of course!” she sets her hand upon her hips. “This god you claim to know so much about is only known by things your mythos claims are his effects. Yet this god is not at all observable by any empirical means…”

              “And this proves what!?!” the reverend snaps. The bars rattle under his grasp, “Does not some invisible force hold us all upon this earth? Is this not observable only by its effects? Does that make this force any less real?!”

              “You forget that gravity has been proven through the scientific method! The effects of this god are chronicled in a book of inconsistent morals and tone that cannot…!!!”

              “Woman, listen to me!” The reverend screeches.

              For a moment, all is silent. Then, with a sudden calm, the reverend whispers “For your own good, would you not risk believing in something that would win you eternal paradise, then remain steadfast in your pride and risk being thrown into the fires of eternal torment?”

              Charolette cocks her head, slightly to the left, and rests her right thumb and index finger against her chin. Her lips purse, then flatten. Finally, she steps forward and grabs the bars. The reverend lets go, suddenly very interested in his death white knuckles.

              “The man who concocted your foolish wager was equally such. A theologian faffing about in philosopher’s robes.” The reverends face hardens as she continues, “There is nothing after this, sir. And in the condition I’m in, I think I’ll be quiet pleased to fall into that nothingness.”

              For a moment, it appears that there are tears in his eyes. For a moment, his lip trembles. For a moment, he stands perfectly still, except the glint along the corner of his eye.

              Then the moment is over, and the reverend straightens his coat. “Well then, make your peace.” He takes a step, pauses, and turns back to the cell “I will be at the gallows tomorrow should your persuasions change.”

              “I doubt it.” She calls after him. The reverend rounds the corner and the hollow sounding of his shoes against the cold, stone floor fade into silence. One of the other inmates’ chuckles at the predicament, but it is otherwise quiet. Charlotte see’s herself over to the corner, where she has created what some may call a nest in the infested hay, and lowers herself into it.

[aevyk-ing]

Yep.

[bebx]

September 2024 ♡. Forever my Captain

[oken-art]

I love their complex relationship part2

[frontmansdefender]

[moodboard-d]

[bebs-art-gallery]

Johnny Depp and Captain Jack Sparrow ♡

Shadow art by Balana

[sebthesmoll-art]

Low-key tempted to write a fanfic one day where the Lords of fortune actually HAS a pirate ship that they travel on, and Taash takes Rook on a journey on the ship where they explore ruins, islands and new lands for a few months. To go full on pirate!

Of course, this is after the events of Veilguard, because Rook deserves it

[lorrainestea]

I would do ANYTHING to see Din and Bo getting married in Pirates of the Caribbean style.

Imagine:

*Mandalorians vs Gideon’s troopers*

Din: Bo, will you marry me?

Bo-Katan: I don’t think now is the best time!

Din: Now may be the only time! *grabs her arm and looks in her eyes*

Din: I love you. I’ve made my choice. What’s yours?

Bo-Katan: *turns away from him* Armorer! Marry us!

The armorer, smashing the Imps with her hammer: I’M A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!

[boltlightning]

men are fools, men are frail give them the rope and they'll hang themselves ♫♪

[mollybeenoel]

Johnny Depp by mashpitrt

[whenuwishuponastar]

Sketch

[becomingvecna]

[kickingthepirate]

me, tapping the mic on a stage: ''elizabeth swann not only was and is the confirmed primary protagonist of the pirates of the caribbean trilogy, but also is an incredible example for female characters to be flawed with complex inner conflicts while still having clear desires and goals; she's morally ambiguous yet simultaneously is a beacon of bravery and hope; in subtext representing an audience of admirers of piracy but also standing out as a believable, organic character with her own evolving relationship to what being a pirate means. She got and still gets unfairly bashed for doing nearly the same things the rest of the male cast does and is constantly demeaned and insulted in the most misogynistic and myopic, bad faith lenses. You may not like her personally, but it's important to consider that her role is factually very important and meaningful to the franchise and to many many fans who felt inspired by her, the truest of pirate kings.''

people start booing me off the stage, I start to step down. Three voices stand out in the crowd while clapping instead, silencing the ruckus made by wide-eyed self-proclaimed 'mega-fans' of the franchise.

everyone turns to see to whom the voices belong to...

gore verbinski, the director, terry rossio and ted elliot, the scriptwriters of the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy say: ''they're right, you know.''

[retroburnt]

My tattoos that I drew