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"Are they made from real Girl Scouts?"
"Yes they are. Would you like to try one?"
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scoundreloftheseas has found the dead tent
Looking up from one of her books, the ram skull seeming to stare the other down, really why does her tent get the odd looking people
'Well, l wont ask but are you lost or something--something'
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A breath of air departed from Edward as two fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Should he even ask? He might have no choice.
“What did you do this time, Haytham?”
"--I set part of the prison on fire and told the guards to piss it out."
His temper was getting worse by the year, and he'd a combination of Voltaire's wit and Edward's propensity for vulgarity working together in beautiful harmony to get him into trouble with the authorities on most days.
#scoundreloftheseas#v: a throne to claim.#( starter )#|| haytham 'now i'm going to feed you your teeth' kenway.
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♟:Patching up a wound
She hadn’t meant to get caught up in the bar fight, but it had very much been “wrong place, wrong time”. The bullet had not hit anything important, but it had taken a chunk of her side with it and sent her into a bit of a panic. If it hadn’t been for Captain Kenway pulling her out of the fray, she might have gotten trampled.
She was desperate not to show pain as he cleaned the wound, but she couldn’t help a few gasps and flinches. He never commented on it. He would glance up to make sure she was alright, then continue on with his work. Finally, once it was bound, Kaura sighed.
"Thank you, Captain. Things might’ve… they could have gone badly. Thank you."
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"Calm down, Kidd. Think about what you doin'."
"You've mucked up my contracts f'r the last time Kenway, if you think-" The other man's words cut him off and he froze. He lowered his sword and stepped back, chest heaving with the rush of adrenaline. "... Fuck it. 'M sorry."
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Sleepless Before Christmas
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It wasn’t a rare sight to see Edward up at this time of the night staring at the ocean or rather the stars. Some nights the both of them would lure him to sleep, but not this night. Not the night before Christmas.
He was currently sitting on the railing of his ship with his legs dangling overboard almost touching the water. He heard the soft patter of footsteps but he didn’t bother to turn his head.
“You can’t sleep either, huh?”
"No" her voice was soft when she replied to him, lips drawn into a faint frown as she walked to the side of him to lean against the railing, "I keep dreaming about the same thing.. Why are you awake?" she questions, tilting her head curiously to the side as she regards Edward.
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[ Communication errors. Drew a little something for arnovixtordorian / scoundreloftheseas. I hope you enjoy it!]
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❝--- oh fuck.❞
another one of her infamous hit-&-run accidents, courtesy of the bag she has slung over her shoulder. of course she can't control who it hits -- & unfortunately, it's caused him to drop his own cup.
pausing, she kneels down to help him mop up the spill with what few napkins she has.
❝--- i am so sorry. this stupid bag -- i really need to get a new one sometime.❞
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she's laughing at a joke someone made just a little while ago. she hadn't been part of the conversation -- she'd only overheard it, but now she's trying to conceal the grin on her face, tapping her pencil on the side of the table & casting her eyes around the rest of the crowd.
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"I may or may not have attacked a British convoy and unloaded most of my cannonballs on a frigate that absorbed a majority of them without taking any real damage."
"--I also may or may not have captured said frigate and docked it around the bay. It's... missing a mast now. Can we keep it?"
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Write 10 facts about yourself, then pass this on to 10 of your favourite followers :)
[oob]: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OKAY!!
1. I’m a practicing Buddhist.
2. I’m a certified classically trained chef.
3. Not single.
3. Depression/Anxiety/Anger problem/Learning Disability are four things that I have to deal with.
4. I work as a dog handler.
5. I wanna move to California.
6. I’m a huge nerd with a ladyboner for video games.
7. I have two dogs and a cat.
8. I never took my SAT’s.
9. I’m a foodie.
10. I have a high sex drive?????????????????
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"I hate you."
Send me "I hate you" and I'll generate a number from 1-20 to see what my muse will say in response.
§— “—- you couldn’t have said so before we got married?"
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Write 10 facts about yourself, then pass this on to 10 of your favourite followers :)
Aw crap. xD
I currently live in what’s ranked to be the 2nd coldest state in the nation.
I love dark chocolate.
I know for a fact that gummy bears own my soul.
I turn 19 next month.
I danced ballet for 6 years and tap for 4.
I think that Christmas is the best holiday ever.
I am taking a gap year before starting college.
I am a Disney fanatical.
I’ve never been kissed in all my life.
I am an extremely sensitive person.
To the people I pass this on to, you are by no means obligated to continue with the chain or anything. ^.^
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scoundreloftheseas replied to your post:scoundreloftheseas liked your post:Jame/Marys...
[ YOU BETTER WIPE THAT >:3 OFF YOUR FACE! NO. THAT BROKE MY HEART AND NOW I AM DEAD. ] *I love you though <3*
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"Can I kiss you?"
“What!”
Men in red and white uniforms, British uniforms, marched along their worn path searching for wanted men, particularly a pair of randy pirates. Earlier that evening the two of them decided to have a little rest upon Edward’s suggestion to stop in for a tankard of grog. His argument was that no one would want to listen to dry mouths. Idiotically, the younger of the two decided to humor him. By their second tankard, someone had recognized them from the wanted posters and flagged down a couple of guards. Luckily, the tavern had been too full that day due to a wet linen contest, and the pair easily ducked out. Problem is, now they are stuck in an alleyway to avoid detection under a pale lit lamp and Edward is becoming too brave.
“Jaysus Kenway!" the pirate yelled as best as one could in a whisper "A fine time fer ya wantin’ t’snog"
Suspicions transitioned to check the alleyways the youngest overheard. Thinking quickly, a nasty look was shot to the oldest pirate deciding there is only one way out of this. The guards knew to look for a scruffy man named Edward Kenway as he is and James Kidd, the youthful male accomplice, but would they be looking for a woman? Pulling on the crimson scarf knotted tightly, dark tresses are set free spilling all around small shoulders. The young pirate gave a strong shake of the head allowing strands to adjust and combed it out with thin digits, exposing the feminine truth.
"Ya owe me mate"
With the force of a woman trying to avoid prison, Mary Read grabbed Edward’s face by his cheeks forcing him down to his knees and crushed their lips together as her hair created a delicate veil covering his face.
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