#sobs at ninnie

[pluttskutt]

watching this show does make me wanna write a stranger things x-men au (with steddie obvs) please brain why can't you focus on the stories I have already

[thefruitbros]

BULLET TRAIN CUBE THINGS !!!!

I was just sobbing from the lack of Bullet Train cube figures on the internet so I decided to make my own (inspired by those hako templates online??)

These are free to use - as long as you credit us if posting online :) If you don't credit I will send Ninny to throw eggs in front of your window

(PS: If any of you do use these, I would love to see the results!)

[pilalaphillip]

Ninni's last tiktok about their new JayVik Sim game, where they included Shatter, had me almost sobbing.

I ended up drawing my boy Shatter talking to the plants like he does at the end of that tiktok, how adorable is that??😭

[rockingrobin69]

Erm, hello there, may I perhaps have a trick, with some treat vibes?? Pretty please???

Hello my love! Here's some soft smut for you, rated E.

Most Favourite

“I’m not asking for much,” Draco said, reasonably, “only to be your favourite person in the whole entire world. That’s it.”

Harry, still laughing, wiping his face on his sleeve: “Oh, that’s it.”

“Yes! You don’t even have to love me or anything. You don’t need to make any romantic grand gestures or, or, keep finding new ways to please me, or—although this feels fairly nice.”

To the stubble-rough kisses Harry couldn’t help but pepper on his soft inner thigh. “Fairly nice?”

“Fine, it feels fucking fantastic, happy?”

The grin on his face was starting to ache in the corners. “Delirious,” Harry said, and settled himself between Draco’s legs, mouthing the gap under his briefs. “C’mon, baby, help me get these off.”

Draco was mumbling something about getting off, but he did lift his sweet arse so that Harry could pull the boxers down, kissing the soft, fuzzy skin he was baring. To the perfect arch of Draco’s foot, curling with ticklish pleasure; back up to nuzzle behind his knee, to lather his thigh with warm licks and to bite the supple, fleshy part of it till Draco squealed.

“Oi! Brute. You didn’t answer my question.”

“There was a question there?” grinning into blond pubic hair. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous.”

An indignant shriek. “You know that wasn’t it!”

“My love,” sprinkling adoring kisses on the base of Draco’s cock, “my sincerest apologies, but I’m a little bit busy, see,” and the sharp breathing and the stirring interest and the lovely pink on Draco’s cheeks when he looked up assured him Draco supported the endeavour. Still, and only savouring it a little: “Would you like me to stop?”

Draco had the cutest pout. “No?” he said. “No. Just—I know it’s terribly childish but I need, ah,” voice melting when Harry traced a wet finger down his crack and round and round his hole.

“You need?” a little cruelly, making up for it with a generous lave of his cock, which had conveniently, fantastically, started to drip.

“Harry,” more a moan than a demand now. “Don’t—ah—change the subject. I—hngh,” trembling under his hands, the dearest and most beautiful little menace Harry’d ever seen. “More!”

“More?” incredulously, enamoured, “oh, no. I think you might need more.”

Squirming and convoluting, entangling himself in the sheets, already so frantic and truly, Harry’s barely even done anything. Apart from teasing him and teasing him and maybe sucking with a little more vigour now, tongue slipping on the vein on the underside of Draco’s perfect cock, and the finger Harry didn’t realise had gone a full knuckle in kept going in circles and, huh, Harry still had his clothes on? Hot, but unnecessary.

With only one hand, and a smidge of his concentration, Harry managed to rid himself of the shirt, and halfway done with the jeans (“Ah, ah, Ha-rry, fuck, ah, gods”) and fuck, if his boxers just, down to the knees right that will do, and in desperation and with the scorching heat of Draco all around him he nearly missed the wail, which would have been a real shame. Every minute of this was a miracle, and—the look on Draco’s face. “What is it?” with a sudden pang of dread. “Darling?”

“I just,” Harry didn’t know if this was good-sobbing or bad-sobbing, but his heart clenched anyway, “I need to know it’s possible. I know you have so many, ah, fuck, there are much better people in your life and, and, Harry, I can’t think when you’re doing that!”

“Doing—” he realised his finger was still moving. Made it stop. “Draco, if what’s possible?”

“If I could ever be your…” desolately looking away, and Harry’s chest was a riot and nothing made sense besides—

“Favourite?” blinking at the contorted face, at this ridiculous, ridiculous man, “you want to know if you can be my favourite? Bloody—absolute ninny, of course you already are?”

“Am what?”

Harry shook his head, words failing him for a moment, then leaned down to pet Draco’s cheek. “A wanker,” he laughed, and kissed his cheek. “A git,” kissed the other one. “An absolute twat,” the tip of his nose. “And my absolute favourite person. You berk.”

Draco laugh-sobbed, eyes big and grey. “Really?”

“Really,” unable to look at him, trailing kisses down his neck, his shoulder, his sides.

“And you couldn’t bloody say so when I practically went and made a gigantic arse of my—argh!” when Draco’s cock was back where it belonged. “Merlin! Give a man a warning, will you?”

Harry shrugged and resumed his very important mission of sucking another confession out of Draco. Maybe if he made him see stars Draco would admit that Harry’s his favourite, too.  

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

HELLO AGAIN EVERYONE my tummy aches but im being brave about it and im going to fight the pain with the power of love and friendship (aka im going to thank you for the christmas tree messages)

okay let me be emotional for a moment...

because of the current circumstances at home, this Christmas was very different and much lonelier for me. i did my best not to get the blues and i think it was okay for the most part! now looking back at it, without a doubt, the highlight of my Christmas this year was reading the tree messages. it was very late in the night, i had just finished reading Napo's story event route and i saved the best part for desert, barely containing my excitement to finally read the messages. and i expected just a row of "merry christmas"-es 😭 you know, because, i did that? i kept mine all short and i was just shouting some wishes at you.... BUT NO, YOU OUTDID YOURSELVES IN TURN! WHAT WAS THAT! i was right there sobbing in my bed being all "?????" .... i seriously didn't expect 1) to have so many because i did the tree very last minute 2) to receive such sweet messages...

and then i realized, was my Christmas really all that lonely? because, just 3-4 years ago, i didn't know any of you here. before that i never was more than a lurker in online spaces so... i think that's when i had truly lonely christmases, not now. thank you for being here. i don't deserve you... no im sorry if you hate it when i say that, pretend that i didnt say it ( i lowkey think that) (im sorry im in my low self esteem era these past months)

OKAY SO

thank you person called Bread, thank you Lorei for being the first sob of my sob session, it's all YOUR fault that i got so emotional oh my god im totally dm-ing you after this, thank you irl bestie who not only left me a sweet personal message but also roleplayed my faves for me because i screamed (you heard it), thank you kat for your three messages that made me feel all kind of emotions (im touched that youre willing to write this even if i feel like im going to hate it), THANK YOU NINNI HUGS BACK!, thank you Ally i know it was you. using roy to threaten me with a good time.... smh... MERRY CRIMMY SCUM!!!!, YAY TO YOU TOO, SOLACE!! Thank you aqua, you're right, he's good to me 🥺 just as chev is to you, i believe! THANK YOU DREW im still thinking about it. Thank you Fang, I could say the same and you know it 🥺, THANK YOU DEVON!! Thank you so much Ana, I too hope the same, I'm glad I became your mutual! 🥹 Same goes to you too, Oliver! I'm just always so happy to see new faces around, truth is im a little bit shy with interactions at first because i feel annoying... so thank you for becoming my moot! 🙇🏻‍♀️💗 Thank you, sweet Julie 🥹 THANK YOY MYARA, I CRIED A LITTLE! right back at ya, i think that you're an irreplaceable part of our little space and im just so glad to be here and see everything you do and share with us! hope your 2024 is full of joy both on here and irl ❤ Thank you mimi, i feel the same and you better not forget that! Thank you Michelle, love you too!!! THANK YOU, NAMI! Thank you, Impromptu!!!!! Thank you Nori!!!!!!!!! And thank you sui you're so right as ever. nods.

i think thats all im so sorry if i forgot anyone ALSO im so sorry for doing this. i tried to keep my responses vague in case you wanted these to be extra private... i initially was going to dm all of you but. that was because i thought there were going to be like 10 of you!!! again im sorry. love you all so much im an emotional wreck

i hope you had a good time these past few days and i hope we can all look forward to a great 2024 together 🥺 i'd be nowhere without you

@lorei-writes @yanderepuck @claviscollections @yarnnerdally @scummy-writes @aquagirl1978 @ikemendrew @fang-and-feather @devonares @bicayaya @olivermorningstar @queengiuliettafirstlady @keithsandwich @mimi-but-main @xbalayage @namine-somebodies-nobody @the12thnightproject @mcwentfandomtraveling @leonscape

[tamtamandtim]

Okay immediately episode 8 and 11 are probably my favourite episodes of Moominvalley (2019) I’m so glad I started watching it!!

The Groke is HORRIFYING I DONT GET HOW CALM SNUFKIN WAS.

“the only thing to fear here, is fear itself”

like BABES NO SHE WAS ACTUALLY A BIT SCARY, I HATED HER SOUND DESGIN AND HER CONSTANT STARING. That just makes her appearance in the game all the more horrifying, because it told me the prompt to run RIGHT BEOFRE she was introduced.

Snufkin running out of social battery was quite relatable to me, but it’s so sweet how he still immediately went to help Moomin and Sniff out. The ice skating scene was beautiful! I love the music and animation for it!! It was so delightful and filled me with some whimsy!!

My god the ending of 11 kinda got me a little bit until

“was I your best friend?”

“Yes! Well after snufkin“

and the fact he turned green, poor Moomin is gonna has PTSD from the colour.

And I loved the ‘spirits and how to mix them’ joke and how ever so casually Moominpapa was like ‘nope it’s not Those kind of spirits’

Man Ninny also hits me way to close to home too and I appreciate that they gave her multiple non-verbal ways of communication, OH MY GOD IM READY NOW NO WAY IM GONNA SOB I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS THE CONTEXT FOR IT BUT IRONICALLY I USE THAT SONG TO HELP RECOVER AFTER A MELTDOWN

(If you couldn’t guess this was written in the moment, while i too was having a moment.)

Anyways if you can’t tell I’ve finished season one and it’s safe to say I’m hooked and I need more. But thank you for reading my delightful little brain rot, and I’ll be sure to update more as we go because there’s still so much to see!!

[gravitytrips]

Scout and Soldier are besties I swear

Scout and Soldier were fighting again. It was playful and fun until Soldier said something he shouldn’t have. 

“And your brothers should have just left you in the streets you ninny!”

The fight immediately stopped. Soldier instantly recognized his mistake, clapping both hands over his mouth. Scout froze, standing rigid.

Soldier tried to remedy his mistake.

“I’m sorry Scout I didn’t mean to say that. I swear on Colonel Scratch’s life that I didn’t mean for those words to leave my brain.”

Scout didn’t respond. He didn’t speak. He simply turned on his heels and ran. 

He ran through the kitchen, across the living room, and out the door.

He kept running.

Down the road.

Through town.

Out into the desert.

After running far enough into the sandy wasteland that the town was no longer in sight, Scout collapsed to the dusty earth, sobbing.

The memory of his brothers beating him to a bloody pulp and leaving him in an alleyway to die pulled through his brain, pushing tears out of his eyes.

Scout cried through the night, only stopping when the emotions had exhausted him too much to stay awake. So there he slept, under the gray morning sky.

Scout awoke several hours later, the sun beating down on him. His skin was burnt and peeling. His lips were cracked and dry. It was midday. He had been played out for hours. Vultures circled above.

Scout stood, taking in his surroundings. Teufort was nowhere in sight.

“Aw crap”

Even for how weak Scout’s radiation-poisoned brain was, he could recognize that this situation was extremely dangerous.

He turned around a few times. His footprints from the previous night had been blown away by the desert wind.

So, he used the outline of his body in the sand to guess what direction he came from and started walking. His mind fogged. His vision blurred. His steps became stumbles.

The team wanted to go after Scout immediately, but after hearing what happened, they all decided that the boy needed some time alone. 

What a mistake.

The next day, when they all awoke and there was no sign of Scout, panic began to set in. The Heavy, who had stayed up all night to wait for Scout was the most concerned. 

They gathered supplies and set out to search for him.

About a mile into the desert they found him, collapsed in a small patch of cacti. He was unconscious. Severely sunburned. Dangerously dehydrated. And had several cactus thorns stuck in his skin. 

Scout was barely breathing. There wasn’t enough time to carry him all the way back to base, so Medic quickly began ordering the group around so that he could keep Scout from dying.

When Scout had been moved to the shade of a nearby stone face, Medic began attempting to revive him. He pulled the thorns out of Scout’s chest, face, and arms and performed CPR. 

Scout gasped loudly as his senses suddenly returned to him. Once his eyes focused, he recognized the face of Medic, who was right next to him. Worry etched the doctor’s features. Medic sat Scout up and brought a small cup of cool water to his lips. Scout would have taken the cup and drank it all in one gulp, only there were two problems. One was that Medic was telling him to drink slowly (and who had the balls to ago against what Medic commands?), and two was that Scout’s arms didn’t seem to work. So, Scout was stuck drinking the water at the pace that Medic tilted the cup at. 

He suddenly tasted iron. Then, Scout realized that the water was hurting his cracked lips.

Once the cup was finished, the rim was lined with Scout’s blood.

The boy licked his lips. 

Suddenly, a large figure appeared next to him. Heavy. 

Scout barely heard Medic telling Heavy to pick Scout up so they could take him back to base. 

In Scout’s mind, he was seven years old again, beaten senseless in an alleyway, helpless to save himself. He didn’t know how he managed to survive. There had been no one to save him then. 

He was so happy that there were people he could rely on now

@aerowolf

[bonny-kookoo]

Meant to be is such a tragedy but its sooo good at the same time. It shows you to not be afraid of your love that you have to give (thats how i take it anyway ) and embrace it instead of running from it because- running from your feelings and emotions NEVER end well as you can see. And its said bc if the story was reality, that really is how that would turn out. Thanks for feeding us, Ninny! Even if it hurts at the time lol. Now imma go sob in my workplace bathroom ahaha

No pls stop crying at work your boss will one day find out and slap me for it

[thefruitbros]

This is our little corner of the internet 🔥🔥

Two people run this blog. Bozo is an artist/editor and Ninny is a writer/editor, we just talk about random shit 24/7

Currently both obsessed with Bullet Train (WATCH IT NOW!!!)

We just created this account recently because we HAD to contribute to the BT tumblr fandom, we are dying together WHY IS THE FANDOM SO SMALL ?? SOBBING

- Bozo Art tag is #doodles🍋 (or any post that has a tag with 🍋 in it)

- Ninny Tag is #Ninny's Shit 🍊 (or any post that has a tag with 🍊 in it)

[yourbonesarenowmycoat]

[ID: A Twitter thread.

iDKHOW: That's what I get for getting a password idea from Elf, I guess. (Attached is a GIF of Buddy from Elf saying "I'm cotton headed ninny muggins.")

idkhowie: dude are you doing okay over there? (sobbing emoji)

iDKHOW: Pretty bummed. Tired of being stolen from. Spiritually pretty burnt out

End ID]

[neotis]

Having some Nesta Thoughts (tm) so here are a bunch of Nesta quotes (for my own future reference) beneath the cut:

From beside my father, Nesta snorted. Not surprising. Any bit of praise for anyone--me, Elain, other villiagers--usually resulted in her dismissal. And any word from our father resulted in her ridicule as well. (14)

Of us, Nesta had taken the loss of our fortune the hardest. She had quietly resented my father from the moment we'd fled our manor [...]. (15)

But at least Nesta didn't fill our heads with useless talk of regaining our wealth, like our father. No, she just spent whatever money I didn't hide from her, and rarely bothered to acknowledge my father's limping presence at all. (15)

Nesta was prone to leaving [his cane] far out of his reach.

He could find work if he wasn't so ashamed, Nesta always said when I hissed about it. She hated him for the injury, too--for not fighting back [...]. (15)

Nesta rose and declared: "I need a new pair of boots."

[...] I glanced at Nesta's still-shiny pair by the door. Beside hers, my too-small boots were falling apart at the seams [...].

"But I'm freezing with my raggedy old cloak," Elain pleaded. (16)

I noticed the woodpile. There were only five logs left. "I thought you were going to chop wood today."

Nesta picked at her long, neat nails. "I hate chopping wood. I always get splinters." [...] Of all of us, Nesta looked the most like our mother--especially when she wanted something. "Besides, Feyre," she said with a pout, "you're so much better at it! It takes you half the time it takes me. Your hands are suited for it--they're already so rough." (17)

As usual, Nesta was complaining about the villiagers--they had no manners, they had no social graces, they had no idea just how shoddy the fabric of their clothes was [...]. Since we had lost our fortune, their former friends dutifully ignored them, so my sisters paraded about as though the young peasants of the town made up a second-rate social circle. (18)

I sometimes wondered if her unrelenting steel would have helped us better survive--thrive, even--if she hadn't been so preoccupied with our lost status. (19)

Nesta squared her shoulders. "I thought all you wanted was for us to get out of the house--to marry off me and Elain so you can have enough time to paint your glorious masterpieces." She sneered at the pillar of foxglove I'd painted along the edge of the table [...].

I drowned the urge to cover up the painting with my hand. Maybe tomorrow I'd just scrape it off the table altogether. (19)

"Tomas's family is barely better off than ours," I said, trying to keep from growling. "You'd be just another mouth to feed. [...]"

But Tomas knew [...]. I'd seen the gleam of desperate hunger in his eyes [...]. (20)

But we had nothing--absolutely nothing--to entice any suitor to take my sisters off my hands.

"We're in love," Nesta declared, and Elaine nodded her agreement. I almost laughed--when had they gone from mooning over aristos to making doe-eyes at peasants? (20)

"What do you know?" Nesta breathed. "You're just a half-wild beast with the nerve to bark orders at all hours of the day and night. Keep it up and someday--someday, Feyre, you'll have no one left to remember you, or to care that you ever existed." [...]

I'd heard the words before--and knew she only repreated them because I'd flinched that first time she spat them. They still burned anyway. (20)

[...] they hadn't deigned to speak to me after last night, though Nesta had awoken at dawn to chop wood. Probably because she knew I'd be selling the hides at the market today and would go home with money in my pocket. (22)

It was impressive [...] to see Nesta go ramrod straight, to square her shoulders and look down her nose at the young acolyte, a queen without a throne. "Go spew your fanatic nonsense to some ninny. You'll find no converts here." (23)

"We didn't kill anything!" Elain wept. "Please... plase, spare us!" Nesta hushed her sharply through her own sobbing, but pushed Elain farther behind her. (33)

[giggleangels]

Ah! being back home in florida, where i get dead named and misgendered all day every day! its good to be back uwu

[teruuji]

@rcpacity SENT:

“You look really cute in that sweater.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Fluffy/Blushy sentences

. 遊児 .

“You think so?” He practically beams, holding out his arms, showing off how long the sleeves were, them reaching over his palms, leaving his fingers still bare. Next, he is pulling at the hem of the shirt, and giggling how it’s almost like a tent. But it was a soft and comfy sweater. There was a soft pink hue to his cheeks as he looked up again, eyes sparkling with the giddy happiness he felt. It was always nice to get compliments. He was a sucker for ‘em after all. 

A simple man, if you so will.

Terushima hums, hands behind his back as he rocks back on his heels a little, then lights up as he remembered something. “Oh, oh! Look at this, look at this!” He pulled the hoodie up to cover his head. Two cat ears stuck up a little lopsided with how big the shirt was. Yuuji lifted his hands up, curling his fingers to mimic paws. A wide grin on his partially covered features.

“Nya~” 

[slashfuhrer]

my poor lil' slavic boy who didnt deserve all the shite he had to go through

also i firmly believe that after the job and the vodka pavel would have let his guard down and sought human touch as a means to cope with the trauma and would try to cuddle up to bacho

and bacho would at first be like 'yo stop the ninnying deal with it like a muzhik' but then he would soften up (as he always inevitably does with pavel) and respond to the cuddle to soothe the poor littly boy and before they both know it pavel gets a therapeutic handjob, cumming while sobbing, and neither of them talk about it ever again

[lj-writes]

So how hard will you be sobbing when Carrie appears on screen in Episode IX

[imalittleoutthere]

Pirate Insults

“I’ll stab you with my trouser sword and plunder your booty, yo-ho!” You sang loudly as you swabbed the deck of the Black Pearl.

“Yo-ho!” The crew hollered in response, as it was part of the song.

You were a new addition to the crew, and fine one at that! From your jokes to your colorful sea shanties, you brought such a lively and fun energy to the ship. Everyone there loved you.

All except one person, that is…

It’s not necessarily that he disliked you, but Barbossa didn’t seem to find you as entertaining as everyone else did. It was a shame, really.

“Quit yer caterwaulin’ ya blunderin’ mongrels!” He hollered as he exited the captain’s quarters.

Everybody looked around at each other uncomfortably and got back to work, disappointment in their eyes.

“He can be a bit of a mood-killer, can’t he?” Jack said as he joined you to swab the deck.

“That’s for sure,” you replied, focusing on your work. Then you stopped for a moment, smiling an amused half-smile, “I must admit, though, the man certainly has a gift for colorful insults!”

“That he does,” Jack mused, “One of my favorites is probably ‘salty sea dogs.’ It has a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I personally found ‘slack-jawed buffoons’ to be a good one. It really packs a punch, you know? Like, it’s unnecessarily harsh.”

“That, and ‘wreckless pack of ingrates.’” Jack said, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“We should start writing these down!” You laughed.

A while later, you and Jack had acquired a quill and some paper, and you began your list.

“He said ‘poxy mongrels’ once,” you said as you jotted it down.

“I remember him saying ‘nattering swine’ the other day,” Jack said. You added it to the list.

“Let’s add some of our own!” You said, looking excitedly at Jack.

“Ooh, we should, shouldn’t we,” he said, taking on your expression. Then he thought for a moment, “How about ‘lily-livered milksops?’”

“That’s a good one!” You wrote it down, “I’ve got one!” You said, “‘Toe-eyed cabbages!”

Jack looked at you with an expression of surprise and discomfort, “That one’s a bit out there.”

“I suppose so,” you said, pondering the strange words that came out of your mouth. Then your eyes lit up, “I’ve got a better one! Bald-headed yogurt slingers!”

“Now you’re just scaring me,” Jack said.

“Okay, fine,” you said, chuckling, “Let’s get back to his insults!”

“For the sake of my own sanity, we should,” Jack said. You continued writing.

“‘Scurvy bilge rats’ is a classic, so we can’t forget that one!” You said, smiling as you wrote.

“I think he also said ‘salty bilge rats’ once,” Jack said.

“Honestly, a lot of these sound like they could be interchangeable,” you mused.

Jack’s face took on a thoughtful expression. Then he brightened, “I have an idea!” He took the paper from you and started to write.

It took a while for him to finish, which made you worried that Barbossa would catch you and scold you for not working. Finally, Jack was done. He handed you the paper, “I put the first parts on the left, and the last parts on the right. That way we can mix and match!”

“That’s brilliant!” You grinned, “I like it!”

You scanned the two lists, which were somewhat long. Then inspiration struck you, and you added your idea to the list.

You handed it to Jack, the finished product looking something like this:

Front:

A: Wreckless

B: Blooming

C: Lazy

D: Mangy

E: Cackhanded

F: Knee-knocking

G: Bloated

H: Salty

I: Yellow-bellied

J: P****-licking

K: Feckless

L: Lilly-livered

M: Filthy

N: Blundering

O: Bilge-drinking

P: Bloody

Q: Slimy

R: Bleeding

S: Poxy

T: Slack jawed

U: Nattering

V: Wretched

W: Squiffy

X: Gutless

Y: Scurvy

Z: Blasted

Back:

A: Ingrates

B: Cockroaches

C: Bilge rats

D: Scoundrels

E: Deck apes

F: Halfwits

G: Sea cows

H: Sea dogs

I: Milksops

J: Codpieces

K: Mongrels

L: Sobs

M: Whelps

N: Swabbies

O: Buffoons

P: Codpieces

Q: Hornswagglers

R: Swine

S: P****-lickers

T: Maggots

U: Curs

V: Ninnies

W: Knaves

X: Blowfish

Y: Picaroons

Z: Scallywags

“I don’t understand,” Jack said, with his brow furrowed in confusion.

“You take the first letter of your first name from list one, and the first letter of your last name from the second list. For example, I would be (insert your name here).”

“I see,” Jack said, reading the list, “I would be…p****-licking p****-lickers…” he looked baffled, and maybe a little disappointed.

You laughed, “That’s actually kind of hilarious!”

“What are you two feckless mongrels up to?” Barbossa barked. Noticing the paper in your hands, he grabbed it.

You and Jack panicked as he read your creation. Then he looked up at the two of you, “Get back to work,” he ordered. The two of you scrambled off, eager to get away from the grumpy captain.

“Do you think we’ll be punished?” You asked Jack.

“I hope not,” Jack said, glancing over his shoulder at Barbossa. Frightened by the likelihood of that happening, you two picked up your mops and continued where you had left off a while back.

Barbossa continued reading their list. When he finished, he chuckled and put it in his pocket and headed back to his quarters.