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[neptunebeetle]

I never got to post these but I'm gonna start sharing this a lot more. Crp au designs babyyyyyyy

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Prologue

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Prologue: Found at Sea

Summary: Elizabeth Swann finds another strange child at sea, and they turn into an even weirder teenager.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Pearl of the Sea! Special thanks to TheBiLion for suggesting that I write this. I had this idea in my head for a while, but until someone actually said they wanted it, I never tried to write it. But here it is! I hope it lives up to their expectations and that everyone else who reads it enjoys! I know I had a lot of fun. Only announcements, the MC goes by they/them pronouns, but pirates call them "laddie" occasionally while "civilized" people try to make them a "lady." The point is to form contrast, but the MC themself doesn't care about the labels. So know that this was all intentional. Alright, get ready for some fun now! Lots of found family here! Please comment down below, it's motivating and amazing to interact with you all!

Several years ago…

            Elizabeth stood near the beach of Port Royal and gazed out over the waves.  The sun had barely crested the waves and threw sparks of fiery light over the open sea. Elizabeth knew she was not supposed to wander out of her home so early and especially not towards the ocean due to her strange fascination with it, but she couldn’t help it. While Elizabeth enjoyed the sea breeze, she held her medallion, the one she’d taken from Will so long ago, and traced the carvings on it.

            She furrowed her brow. Elizabeth stepped closer to the water and squinted, gazing out at the sea. There was something floating there.

            Elizabeth���s eyes widened, and she ran towards the water’s edge. The sand tried to cause her to stumble—heels could be troublesome—but Elizabeth forged forward. She waded into the water, waist deep, and grabbed the floating form—a child.

            Dragging the unconscious kid to shore, Elizabeth’s heart dropped. She wanted the child to be alive. It would be a tragedy for someone so young to lose their life and to remain nameless. Elizabeth didn’t recognize the kid from Port Royal, small enough to know everyone, and she knew they weren’t a resident there.

            Elizabeth lay the kid down on the beach and held her hand over their mouth. She let out a breath of relief upon feeling a soft breath from their own breathing brush across her hand. The child was alive.

            Carefully, Elizabeth shook them. If they were injured, she didn’t want to hurt them further, but she needed them awake.

            The kid groaned, and their eyes opened. They coughed and tried to sit up. Elizabeth guided them up.

            “Are you alright?” she asked. Hopefully, they were a newcomer to Port Royal and had fallen into the bay in the morning. Then, Elizabeth could bring them back to their family.

            “I’m—” The kid’s words were interrupted by another cough, and they shivered. The cool sea breeze mixed with their soaked clothes in a dangerous way; sickness would arrive easily.

            “Here.” Elizabeth, action-oriented as ever, rose and helped the child stand. “I can bring you to a doctor. Are you hurt anywhere?”

            “I don’t-I don’t think so,” said the kid, looking down at themself as if unsure.

            “What happened to you?” said Elizabeth, walking the child with her towards the town of Port Royal.

            “I—” The kid frowned and furrowed their brow, trying to find the information. “I don’t know.”

            “You don’t know?” said Elizabeth, furrowing her brow in concern. Strange. However, if they couldn’t remember, she would not push them or distress them. “Do you know where your parents are?”

            “I-I don’t know,” said the kid again. This time, their eyes flicked around in distress. They clearly truly didn’t know, and that fact was concerning them as much as it was Elizabeth. “I don’t know!”

            “It’s alright, it’s alright.” Elizabeth instantly squeezed their shoulders. “I’ll help you, and we’ll work out what happened.”

            The kid looked at Elizabeth, and they searched her expression for signs of lying or signs of malicious intent. They found none and nodded. “Alright.”

            Elizabeth smiled. “Now, is there anything you do know? Anything can help, but don’t strain yourself.”

            The child frowned as they concentrated. “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” They nodded decidedly and looked at Elizabeth.

            She smiled. “(Y/N). Good. I’m Elizabeth Swann.”

            (Y/N) smiled in return.

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            “Elizabeth!” Governor Swann walked into the doctor’s office. “What is this I hear of you having snuck out of the house once again to go to the sea?” His eyes widened as he saw her wet skirts. Clearly, she had gone into the water.

            Elizabeth (barely) kept herself from rolling her eyes. “Clearly, judging as I am here and not home, it is true. And it is not as if I was in danger. I merely walked out of the house and went to the harbor. Besides, if I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have found them.” She stepped to the side to reveal the child sitting on the doctor’s examination table behind her.

            “Who—What? Again, Elizabeth?” sighed Swann.

            Elizabeth ignored the comment. “This is (Y/N), Father. They were drifted into the harbor, so I pulled them to shore.”

            “Hello,” said (Y/N).

            Swann sighed because he knew he had to commend Elizabeth for saving someone’s life and that would merely encourage her to be more adventurous. “Hello. I am Governor Swann.” He looked at Elizabeth. “You saved a child. Good job. But now you really must return to the house to change. You’re soaked, and it’s highly improper and dangerous. You could catch a sickness. I will ensure the child returns to their family.”

            “They don’t know who their family is,” said Elizabeth.

            Swann blinked and looked at (Y/N). “Truly?”

            (Y/N) shook their head and cleared their throat. “I can’t remember anything other than my name. I’m sorry.”

            Swann nodded. He couldn’t fault a child for being hurt. “Very well. We will find somewhere for you, then. There are plenty of places for you to do some work and—”

            “Father, we should allow them to stay with us,” said Elizabeth. She wouldn’t send (Y/N) to work as a servant for the rest of their life just because they were “no one” to Port Royal. “It would be the gracious thing to do.” She raised her chin to her father. “Besides, I like them.” She smiled at (Y/N), who straightened and smiled back.

            “Elizabeth—”

            “Father, please? I have always wanted a sibling,” said Elizabeth.

            That did it. Swann really couldn’t say no to Elizabeth. He sighed. “I will send for a tailor to make them some fresh clothes and tell the servants to make up a room.”

            Elizabeth grinned and winked victoriously at (Y/N), who smiled shyly. They couldn’t remember anything about who they were, but they felt more secure with Elizabeth. They didn’t feel as lost.

            Perhaps they’d find a home at Port Royal if they couldn’t ever remember theirs.

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            As (Y/N) grew at Port Royal, they never did quite find a home there. They could not connect to the society and culture they were forced to adhere to. Yes, they were given a warm bed and clean clothes, but they were pushed into dresses and a role they didn’t like—that of the obedient, well-behaved child. (Y/N) felt constricted by the standards of high society; the people of Port Royal wished to tame them.

            But (Y/N) was untamable. Very quickly, Governor Swann learned he had taken on a ward just as stubborn as free-spirited as his blood daughter. They, like Elizabeth, were told to avoid the sea for fear of losing them once more to it, but (Y/N) refused to listen. Frequently, they would have to be dragged back from the edge of the ocean.

            However, whenever (Y/N) could escape the watchful gaze of Swann or anyone else of high society, they returned to the sea. Despite the apprehension they should feel at approaching the place that had stolen their memories of their family and past, (Y/N) adored it. Truthfully, they felt no fear.

            No one else seemed to understand that. Every time they were caught standing in the water, happily closing their eyes and feeling the waves lap at them, they were admonished. People insisted they should fear the waves and the ocean, as it was an enemy that sought to destroy them and take them as it almost had in the past.

            But it hadn’t taken them. (Y/N) knew that. Whatever had brought them to Port Royal, they hadn’t died. So why would they fault the waves? If anything, the current had saved them. If they had drifted endlessly across the open sea, they would have died. So, while the entirety of Port Royal pushed them into a role they didn’t want and taught them to avoid the waters, (Y/N) privately loved it—respected it.

            And not every part of Port Royal alienated them. No, they might not feel like they had a physical home there, but they felt like they had a home in their heart.

            First, they had Elizabeth. (Y/N) had instantly been able to trust her, and their instincts hadn’t been wrong. Elizabeth shared (Y/N)’s adventurous spirit and taught them all the ways to sneak around Swann and the other soldiers of Port Royal to explore the seaside. Elizabeth was a rebel with a free spirit like (Y/N), and they were free to be themselves together. They had formed a bond as close as blood siblings.

            Additionally, (Y/N) had Will. He, too, had been found by Elizabeth at sea, so the pair had bonded over that. Elizabeth joked that they were her treasures because she had found them, and (Y/N) always smiled at the comparison (Will smiled, too, but he also blushed due to his obvious love for Elizabeth).

            (Y/N) and Will had become friends outside of their shared past, too. (Y/N) had restless energy, coming and going like a tempest making waves swell with power, so they had to find a way to get it out, and that either involved escaping from the house and causing Swann to worry or going to Will. They had found him practicing fencing one day, and (Y/N) had instantly wanted to learn.

            Will had been hesitant at first and shared his concerns at (Y/N) wanting to be around dangerous weaponry with Elizabeth (he told her first because he didn’t want (Y/N) to get in trouble from Swann), but Elizabeth had, of course, encouraged (Y/N) learning to swordfight instead of discouraging it. In fact, she, too, came to some of the training days and learned with Will.

            It didn’t take long for those moments to create an unbreakable bond between Will, Elizabeth, and (Y/N). Elizabeth and Will were clearly falling in love—(Y/N) wasn’t an idiot—and both became older siblings to (Y/N). Will had bonded with (Y/N) over their strength of will, and despite his worry about their too-adventurous spirit, he was fond of their desire for a free life for themself and others.

            So, the years passed with (Y/N) growing stronger in will despite society’s desire to tame them and keep them trapped in a mold they had created. (Y/N) would break it at every turn, though, and even when people believed they had successfully tied (Y/N) down to a role, (Y/N)’s spirit remained as free and untamable as the sea.

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[sleepretreat]

[chrliekclly]

charden is v important to me bcuz they recognize their traumas n each othr...

[spot-conlons-pimp-cane]

Newsies as things me and my friends have said:

Racetrack: “Do you listen to white noise when you sleep” nah I listen to the battle cries of the French

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David: Don't let kids go to the washroom by themselves, they could get kidnapped...or germs!

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Spot: I may be short, but mentally I am like 6'3

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Jack: if you have any sort of addiction or mental health issues, call this number (insert phone number)

Racetrack: come on! who doesn't have a little gambling addiction

Albert: those sound like the words of someone who needs to call that number

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Mike: can you stop manhandling my stuff?

Jojo: I ain't no man!

Mike: then stop Them-handling my stuff!

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Racetrack: I heard they have senior discounts on Tuesdays, so maybe you should move your shopping days?

Jack: did you just call me old?!

Racetrack: No, I'm just saying that you will never be asked for your ID if you were to ask for a senior discount!

[minibunz]

Definitely just an excuse to show off the finished xenomorph (currently in saniderm)

Also I’m currently sick (not covid thankfully) so if anyone is able to donate to the Soup Fund I’d be so grateful 🥹

(He/Him)

[legless-fish-on-rollerskates]

Every friend group should include...

a mean bisexual

an even meaner lesbian

he/theys

she/theys

the token straight who's on thin ice

an astrology bitch who knows everyone's star chart

a short king

and a himbo (or 22)

(Part 2)

[docnukes]

dsaf oc ezra, shirtless henry aand anime davesport what more could you ask for

[thelamb1429]

Soul Train

Eyeless Jack x GN! Reader

<3

This is part of a larger series i’m working on. For now i’m just gonna post lil snippets of the fanfic just to sort of get a feel for how i want the story to go.

This is also probably poorly written/has a lot of grammatical errors because i’m currently pretty sick right now so i’m writing with a scrambled brain atm. I’ll be back to spruce things up when i feel better!

STORY INFO/WARNINGS

Reader is gender neutral

This isn’t necessarily a oneshot, but i don’t know if i plan on posting chapters here on Tumblr when I should probably just post the whole story on another platform so that my art isn’t drowning under tons of stories lol

This part includes: Mentions of death, mentions of death regarding a parent, descriptions of panic, slight mentions of murder

Every single last ounce of oxygen seemed to be sucked from your burning lungs at full force, leaving you on your knees, coughing and retching while the silent vehicle raced down the tracks. Car after car flew over the metal just a few feet from where you knelt. The moment you could breathe enough for your vision to fade back in and your ears to slowly stop ringing, all you could see as far as your eyes traced down the railroad tracks was a never ending train. You sat there for about a minute, but it seemed like the train wasn’t ever going to end.

Nina looped an arm under yours to help you back onto your feet, and you were so out of it that you couldn’t even feel the pointy accessories on her arms and hands poke into your skin. Despite the train in front of you both not emitting a deafening whistle, the rustle of metal on metal was enough to block out any words she tried to get into your head. Everything in front of you moved in slow motion as the weight of the situation set in.

Jack was probably dead now.

You could have saved him.

He probably died thinking that you would get there in time to help.

Once again you went limp in your best friend’s arms, to which she stumbled and struggled to catch your weakened body. Nina eased the both of you onto the grass as the train finally passed and the red glare of the warning lights went dark. Her eyes looked past the tracks onto the dirt road beyond, as if to try and manifest the best case scenario. She wasn’t an optimist by any means, but she knew how much Jack meant to you. You two had been friends for years now, long before you went off to college. While the decked out girl holding onto you had never even met the guy, she felt a cold chill eat away at her spine as it rushed through her nerves, making the rapidly beating heart in her chest speed up with the anxiety caused by the both of you panicking.

But she'd known death much closer than you had. You had lost many loved ones, but her little hobby brought her up close and personal with it several times a week. For once, Nina felt a determination to lead that didn't scare her off. Calling the shots wasn't something that she liked to take charge of, but this was the perfect moment for her to take the lead, to do something helpful for you. She didn't have many friends, especially none that could understand her and handle her like you did.

Maybe helping you get to Jack could help you both strengthen the bond that was weakened by the argument from the week prior to the crisis at hand.

Determined to help, Nina once again hoisted you up and looked you in the eyes.

"[Name], I know that right now you're pissed at me. And I lied to you, I deserve your anger right now. But if we have any chance of getting into that forest and saving Jack, we have to get up and do it now. That cult— or whatever the hell they are— they're dangerous and Jack has no clue.

You love him, right? Then we need to get to him and get him back into your arms, safe and sound.

So take a deep breath and get up already! I can't find him on my own. I don't even know what he looks like!"

Nina pulled at your arms, groaning with the force of exertion she put out as you seemed to stay in place, frozen from the terror of losing the only man who you'd ever considered to have a shred of humanity in him. The only man who befriended you with no ulterior motives. The only man you knew who treated you as an equal.

You weren't gonna lose him. You had to stop mourning for a death you couldn't even confirm.

Much to your best friend's relief, you started running off past the cleared tracks, leading the way towards the countryside where the forest began. Cold, bitter air nipped at both of your bodies and filled your lungs, causing your throats to ache with the icy chill that seeped into you both as you inhaled air.

Contrary to popular belief, Nina was not good at running! She was used to cornering her victims in locations that allowed for her to easily escape and march back to her hidden little cabin in the woods at a leisurely pace. When she wanted to run, she ran pretty fast, but it was obvious that she wasn't used to running for so long. Since she was trying her best to help, you attempted to slow down just a bit so that she could catch up.

After five minutes of running down the road, Nina had to stop to breathe. She gasped for air as he chest heaved, trying to get more oxygen into her burning lungs. She looked up at you, taking in the panic evident on your face when she collapsed. Her mascara ran down her face just a little when her eyes watered from the excessive running.

"Go— you..you need to find him. I'll catch up, just go", she wheezed out as a cough wracked through her body.

The encouragement was all you needed to take off running once again.

Maybe it was the adrenaline in your body that kept you going, masking the ache in your chest and your legs from the constant sprinting you were doing. Maybe it was the fear that if you didn't suck it up and run, that it would be too late. Whatever it was, it caused you to keep running so fast that it felt as if you were gliding through the forest around you.

You had no idea where exactly he was. In fact, you were going in blind. But there was something deep within the core of your very being that seemed to yank you in one direction before leading you towards another.

All you could do was repeat a silent prayer that you hadn't said in years. Not since your mom died.

All you could do was pray to whatever higher being that could exist to let Jack still be alive when you find him.

Credits for the dividers i used go to poicelain and kgymz!! <3

[random-lil-illing]

happy pride month!

yes, i headcanon mitchell as transmasc non-binary, because what better way to celebrate pride month than project your gender identity onto fictional characters? /hj

also, i apologise if the progress flag is wrong, i drew this in class without access to a reference of the flag 💔

[glomurai3]

WE GOT NEW STICKERS CHAT

[akkivee]

there was some display gallery showing off the various logos in hypmic and the ichikuu peeps on the tl were in shambles over both of them using halos in their mc name signatures lol

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Four

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Four: Recruiting on Tortuga

Summary: Jack, Will, and (Y/N) find a crew on Tortuga, and the group dynamics begin to fall into place.

            Night had fully arrived as the Interceptor docked in Tortuga. Jack, Will, and (Y/N) tied it off before walking towards town. It was extremely evident why Tortuga was a place for pirates and other lawless people. People were shooting into the air, some were drunk (most, actually), and others were fighting in the street. Prostitutes flirted with people everywhere, and while there were screams of danger, there were whooping laughs as well.

            Jack grinned. “It is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga. Savvy? What do you think?”

            Will coughed. “It’ll linger.”

            “It’s…something,” said (Y/N), frowning.

            “I’ll tell you, mate, if every town in the world were like this one, no one would ever feel unwanted,” said Jack. A woman stalked towards him, and he straightened. “Scarlett!”

            Whack!

            She slapped him across the face before flouncing away. Jack frowned.

            “Not sure I deserved that,” he said.

            (Y/N) snorted.

            Jack turned back and found another woman in front of him. “Giselle!”

            “Who was she?” said Giselle, hands on her hips.

            “What?” said Jack.

            Whack!

            Giselle walked away, and Jack massaged his jaw.

            “Did you deserve that one?” laughed (Y/N).

            “…Maybe,” said Jack.

            “Jack, what are we doing here?” said Will, crossing his arms.

            “Looking for an acquaintance,” said Jack. He looked at Will and (Y/N). “If you want to take on the Black Pearl, we’ll need more than just us three.”

            “It feels like someone would be hard to find here,” said (Y/N), looking at the crowds of people.

            “Nope!” said Jack. He grinned. “I know precisely where he’d be at this hour.”

            He led them towards a shed and flung open the doors. A drunk man lay unconscious in the hay with the pigs.

            “A-ha, there we go,” said Jack. He grabbed a bucket, filled it with trough water, and threw it into the poor man.

            The man jerked up and spluttered. “Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot!” He grinned as he recognized Jack. “Mother’s love. Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he’s sleepin’. It’s bad luck.”

            “Fortunately, I know how to counter it,” said Jack. “The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drinking. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking.”

            (Y/N) laughed at the man’s eager expression.

            “Aye, that’ll about do it!” he declared. He stood.

            Will threw another bucket of water on him.

            “Blast! I’m already awake!” he cried.

            “That was for the smell,” said Will.

            No one faulted him for that.

            Jack led the way towards the pub, and the man looked at Will and (Y/N). “Jack, who be the newcomers?”

            “This is Will and (Y/N),” said Jack. “Will, (Y/N), this is Gibbs. Now, let’s get a drink! I need one before any business talk.”

            He pushed the doors open and grabbed rum for him and Gibbs. “(Y/N), Will, keep a sharp eye,” he said before sitting down.

            (Y/N) and Will stood awkwardly to the side while watching the crowd for danger. They seemed to be more interested in one another than them, though, since they were already in a few different fistfights that had combined into a single giant brawl. The sound also drowned out the discussion Gibbs and Jack were beginning.

            “Now, what’s the nature of this venture of your’n?” asked Gibbs.

            “I’m going after the Black Pearl,” said Jack.

            Gibbs choked on his rum.

            “I know where it’s going to be, and I’m gonna take it,” said Jack, smirking.

            Gibbs shook his head. “Jack, that’s a fool’s errand. You know better than me the tales of the Black Pearl.”

            “That’s why I know what Barbossa is up to,” said Jack. “All I need is a crew.”

            “I hear Captain Barbossa’s not a man to suffer fools, nor strike a bargain with one,” said Gibbs.

            “It’s a good thing I’m not a fool,” said Jack.

            “Prove me wrong,” said Gibbs. “What makes you think Barbossa will give up his ship to you?”

            Jack tilted his head. “Let’s just say it’s a matter of leverage.”

            “Huh?”

            Jack nodded to Will until Gibbs looked in confusion.

            He frowned. “The boy?”

            “That is the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner,” said Jack.

            Gibbs’s eyes widened in realization.

            “His only child. Savvy?” said Jack. He grinned.

            “Is he now?” said Gibbs slowly. He smiled. “Leverage, says you. I think I feel a change in the wind, says I. I’ll find us a crew.” He was in. “There’s bound to be sailors on this rock crazy as you.”

            “One can only hope. Take what you can,” said Jack.

            “Give nothing back.” Gibbs and Jack bumped their cups together and took long drinks. “What about the kid?” said Gibbs, looking at (Y/N).

            “They want to save a lassie with the boy,” said Jack.

            “Are they leverage, too?”

            Jack paused. “No. They’re just a kid.”

            “Pity,” said Gibbs. “We need all we can against Barbossa.”

            Jack nodded and took another drink.

            As Gibbs and Jack conversed, Will was accosted by a drunk woman. She tried to flirt with him, and, uncomfortably, Will backed away. That left (Y/N) more isolated.

            “What’s this?”

            (Y/N) tensed as a pirate, breath stinking of alcohol, stood over them. Their hand itched to grab the sword at the side, but they kept from initiating a fight.

            “You look a little funny here,” said the pirate, leaning towards them. “What’s your deal?” He tried to reach for (Y/N)’s hair, and they stepped back.

            “Leave me be,” they said as forcefully as they could muster.

            The pirate scowled. “Don’t be rude—”

            “Then don’t be rude yourself.” Jack appeared beside (Y/N) and grinned at the other pirate. “I mean, talking to someone without even introducing oneself, terrible impolite.” He tilted his head. “Don’t do it again.” His smile was sharper, more dangerous. “Savvy?”

            The pirate swayed on his feet and stepped away. “Savvyyy.” He words slurred as he stumbled away.

            “Tortuga lets the best and worst come,” tutted Jack.

            “Thanks, Jack,” said (Y/N), looking at him sincerely.

            Jack patted their head. “Can’t have my crew getting beat up already! That’s for later!” He grinned.

            (Y/N) laughed.

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            By the following morning, Gibbs had found a crew full of crazy people for Jack to command. Will had been anxious the entire night about being stalled in Tortuga while Elizabeth was in danger, but, after their encounter with the pirate, (Y/N) had been fine. They had stuck with Jack and Will and even gotten more masculine clothing to be ready for rigging the ship. (Y/N) really liked shedding the dress that didn’t feel like them for pants and a simple shirt to run around easily.

            Will had been worried they had stolen it since they had been with Jack and made sure to give the seller money, but it had all worked out, and by the time the sun was in the sky, they stood at the pier looking at the makeshift crew for the Interceptor.

            “Feast your eyes, Captain!” said Gibbs proudly. “All of them, faithful hands before the mast. Every man worth his salt and crazy to boot.”

            “So this is your able-bodied crew?” said Will dubiously.

            “You, sailor!” Jack looked at one man with a parrot perched on his shoulders.

            “Cotton, sir,” said Gibbs.

            “Mr. Cotton,” said Jack. “Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?”

            Quite the question, thought (Y/N).

            “Answer, man!” ordered Jack as he got no response.

            “He’s a mute, sir,” said Gibbs. “Poor devil had his tongue cut out. So he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one’s yet figured how.”

            Jack considered. “Mr. Cotton’s parrot, same question.”

            “Wind in you sails, wind in your sails!” cawed the parrot.

            “Mostly, we figure that means ‘yes,’ ” said Gibbs.

            “That’s impressive,” said (Y/N).

            “Wind in your sails, wind in your sails,” replied the parrot.

            “Of course it does.” Jack looked at Will. “Satisfied?”

            “Well, you’ve proved they’re mad,” said Will.

            “What’s the benefit for us?” said another crew member at the end of the line.

            Jack frowned and walked down to the person standing at the end with a hat lowered over their face. He lifted the hat from the person’s head and faced the even, frustrated glare of a woman.

            “Anamaria!” said Jack.

            Whack!

            Anamaria slapped him.

            Women don’t seem to like Jack much, thought (Y/N), amused.

            “I suppose you didn’t deserve that one, either,” said Will.

            “No, that one I deserved,” said Jack, turning back to Anamaria.

            “At least he admits it,” said (Y/N), shrugging as Will stared in exasperation.

            “You stole my boat!” snapped Anamaria.

            “Actually—”

            Whack!

            “Borrowed without permission,” said Jack after another stinging slap. “But with every intention of bringing it back to you.”

            “But you didn’t!” said Anamaria.

            Jack floundered. “Ah, you’ll get another one!”

            Anamaria narrowed her eyes. “I will.” That meant she better, or else.

            “A better one,” said Will.

            “A better one!” agreed Jack, eager to avoid another slap.

            “That one,” said Will.

            “What one?” said Jack.

            Will nodded to the Interceptor.

            Jack looked at him. “That one?!”

            Will raised a brow to challenge him. (Y/N) shrugged. Nothing they could do about it, and Anamaria seemed to be the type to really get back at Jack.

            He cleared his throat. “Aye. That one. What say you?”

            “Aye!” declared Anamaria. The rest of the crew cheered.

            “Anchors aweigh!” cawed Cotton’s parrot.

            The crew headed towards the Interceptor.

            “No, no,” said Gibbs quickly to Jack. “It’s frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir.”

            “It’ll be far worse not to have her,” said Jack.

            “I think the sea probably doesn’t care what your gender is,” said (Y/N) brightly.

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            It very much didn’t. As they sailed for the Isla de Meurta, a storm hit them, and they continued to sail. The waves rose and crashed across the deck. The wind whipped the sails and ropes. Everyone was soaking wet and exhausted as they worked. But they kept sailing.

            Jack held on to the helm tightly as the crew scrambled across the deck. Will helped Gibbs secure ropes and kept (Y/N) beside him, not wanting them to be swept away. However, the moment a rope came undone, (Y/N) darted away.

            “(Y/N)!” cried Will worriedly as the ship lurched, but the storm drowned his voice out. His heart clenched in fear.

            (Y/N) didn’t slip. The seawater crashed over them, but (Y/N)’s legs didn’t give out. Others were slipping and sliding, but, although their muscles ached, (Y/N) had their balance and easily ran across the wet deck. They grabbed the rope and pulled with all their strength. Incredibly, it worked, and they tied the rope down again.

            Will breathed a sigh of relief. Still, though he was glad to see (Y/N) safe, he was also disconcerted by how easily (Y/N) took to the sea and the ship. No one should be able to cross a listing ship in a storm so easily, yet they had. Will wasn’t sure what it meant, but he hoped it didn’t mean they were a natural pirate or something similar.

            Jack had also seen (Y/N) easily cross the ship. He, too, had noticed the ease, as if moving with the water was natural. This was natural sea legs, yes, but it was on a whole other level. And he was left with one thought:

            That kid could be one hell of a pirate.

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[afkinzz]

I asked my friend to guess the sexuality’s of Lotr/potc characters and the moment I showed them will they went “loser Bi” and I have never heard something so real in all my life

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[supernaturalthoughts]

i HATE that we never got more archangels interacting with jack. could you imagine??? could you imagine baby jack???

michael being confused by this .. this …. thing that’s supposedly his nephew but not really… but he warms up to them. kinda like “dad who didn’t want a pet is now in love with the pet” sorta vibe. he would teach jack to fight, to protect themself. to make sure they knew the danger they were in. but, they would hate to see jack have to use those skills.

gabriel who is SUPER excited, he gets to be the cool uncle he’s heard so much about in TV shows. but also, he wants this kid to learn right and wrong. he wants them to grow up with healthy family around them. (and teach them cool angel tricks probably only archangels can do) he would get them into all sorts of trouble, but out of the three archangels that isnt their dad? he cares about them the most. (and somehow trusted with them the most, the winchesters never learn…)

raphael is intrigued, she’s never seen an archangel and a human make such a… creature before. she wouldn’t know how to act. but, she would absolutely take the mother figure. make sure they’re fed (‘they’re half human right? surely they need to eat sometime…’) and that they have a bedtime story every night. they would be like michael, preparing them for what’s to come. but also realizing they’re new to this confusing, dreadful world.