#telling dead men’s tales [pirates ocs]

[imagines--galore]

Since you're asking for prompts,I was envisioning Will confessing to the reader in the same way George confessed to Charlotte in Queen Charlotte (the "my heart calls your name" confession) and thought it would suit Will really well!! Like maybe reader puts herself in danger by trying to save Will or something idk

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: I just ADORE Will Turner so much :3 and I love Charlotte the series as well so this was the PERFECT blend! Sorry for any mistakes folks! Also If you read this please please tell me what you think!!!

Your head was pounding. And not from drinking too much ale. You were sure of it.

Blinking your eyes, you were met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Normally you would wake in a hammock onboard the Black Pearl, with the gentle sway of the ship welcoming you to another day.

But everything was steady and there was no creaking or moaning of the ship as it sailed.

Your eyes blinked once more, to clear them from any remaining sleep. Slowly your brain began to recall the last thing you remembered.

Davy Jone's crew.

A fight on an island.

Fleeing to the Black Pearl.

The Kraken attacking the ship.

The entire crew fighting valiantly to save themselves and their ship.

Huge tentacles rising from the mysterious depths of the waters you had traveled for so long.

Ready to kill.

To drag someone to a watery grave.

To drag Will to his doom.

Will!

You sat up with a loud gasp, eyes frantically darting from one end of the unfamiliar room to the other before finally landing on a familiar figure that had only just stepped into the room.

Will Turner stood at the threshold, holding a bowl of what could only be food. The scent of it wafted through the air and your stomach grumbled in protest at being denied nourishment.

Yet you could not move. Could only stare at the man as he stood before you.

"I see I managed to save you then." You finally said, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. He was looking at you as if you were the very moon that hung in the sky. Which was utterly ridiculous because that was how he saw Elizabeth.

"And that we managed to escape in one piece." You raised a hand to your head, only to be greeted by a bandage wrapped around the entirety of it. A slight twinge of pain against your left temple made you aware of where exactly your injury was. "So, what did I miss? After I passed out?"

Whatever emotional turmoil Will had been battling he pushed it aside in favor of walking forward and handing the bowl to you. As you began to spoon the watery broth to your mouth, he pulled up a chair to sit beside your bed.

"After you passed out, we all piled into the lifeboats. I managed to haul you in as well." He paused almost looking at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him. "And you expect me to thank you for saving me?" You asked in a dry tone, to which he rolled his eyes before continuing.

"Elizabeth was the last of us to get on. But Jack.........Jack stayed. To act as diversion for the kraken."

Your eyes widened and you dropped your spoon into your nearly empty bowl. "He...what?" You whispered, sounding just as in disbelief as you felt. Sorrow passed over Will's feature as he nodded gravely. "Jack's dead, Y/n." He confirmed, to which you took a shuddering breath and closed your eyes, before slowly falling back against the wall behind you.

The both of you sat in silence, with Will reaching out to gently and almost hesitantly placing a hand on top of yours as a sign of comfort. "I'm sorry, y/n. I knew you were close." Tears pricked your eyes but you didn't let them fall. Though you did give a small nod. "As close as a person can be with someone who took them under their protection."

That had been the extent of your relationship with Jack. Your families were old friends, and even related by blood somewhere down the line. And when you had decided to travel the seas as a pirate, Jack had been the one who agreed to let you sail with him. Not many pirates were happy having a female presence onboard, but you had proved yourself enough times that it no longer bothered them.

You had been with Jack through thick and thin. Through fire and water. You had been the only one on his side, along with Gibbs, when Barbossa had mutinied against him.

If it weren't for Jack, you wouldn't have realized your dream of becoming a pirate. And if it hadn't been for Jack, you would never have met Will Turner.

When you had first met Will, him and Jack had just arrived at Tortuga to look for a ship to go after Will's beloved Elizabeth. You had been slightly mistrustful towards him at first, and also a little jealous since Jack seemed to be spending all his time with him. But given how easily Will had befriended the rest of the crew, despite his own mistrust of pirates, you had taken to forming an unlikely acquaintanceship.

You were the best swords woman of your age, and it showed when you would take to the deck and practice every single day.

                                          ————————–

Then one day, your sword clashed with Will's.

Your eyes met over the joined blades, gauging the silent question in his. A smirk was your response before you stepped to the side and raised your sword in response.

And so a battle of wits and skill began.

Your swords clashed, your feet danced, your gazes never wavered and neither did your determination.

The entire deck was your practice ground, and the rest of the crew had gotten well out of the way when they had seen the both of you begin to duel. The both of you used every prop to gain the upper hand. But never once did either of you try a dirty trick. And while there had been a sense of pride behind each fell of your swords, slowly they began to grow playful. As did your words.

Back and forth, back and forth. With your swords and with your teasing insults and quips. Smiled full of passion and energy playing about your lips as you both danced to a tune only you could here.

It finally stopped when Jack called out to you. Neither of you yielded, or allowed the other to gain the upper hand. So, with sweat lining your brows and barely able to get a word out with how you both panted for breath, you were only able to smile at one another and say.

"To be continued good sir?" You had said in a slightly mocking yet playful tone to which he had grinned and given you a little bow before speaking.

"As the lady wishes."

But you never did pick back up on the match.

Instead the both of you would simply find each other and talk. He spoke of his life growing up as an orphan, with no money and no family. You had spoken of your own struggles, and slowly, without you realizing, in the weeks that it took you to finally catch up to the Black Pearl, you were made aware of your true feelings for Will.

You would watch him as he interacted with the rest of the crew, and on more then one occasion Jack had caught you simply smiling at him. He had tried to discourage you, telling you of who Will really loved and how nothing could be done about it.

Especially not when he was in love with Elizabeth.

You knew of the consequences, but you simply enjoyed his company too much to just stop spending time with him. And while you knew you were setting yourself up for a lot of heartache, it didn't stop you from forming a companionship with Will.

Although that too came to an abrupt and almost cruel end.

To cut a long story short, Elizabeth was rescued and Barbossa was defeated. Jack had his ship and his crew.

And Will returned home to marry Elizabeth.

Whatever friendship had been blossoming between the both of you had fizzled out the moment Elizabeth had been rescued. And though you knew you were setting yourself up for heartbreak, you did not comprehend just how much it would hurt. How his lack of presence would effect you. He hadn't even offered a proper goodbye when he had left. You had thought that perhaps as a friend he would do you the courtesy, but it was not so.

He never looked back at you.

Not once.

  ��                                       ————————–

And so you decided to put him out of your mind. But never your heart. You couldn't put him out of your heart and it only made you miss him more.

So when he returned, this time for the purpose of saving Elizabeth once more, you were cold towards him. Cold and distant, even when he had approached you to speak with you. Your heart had cursed you for not speaking with him, but you were still too hurt over his dismissal of you the last time that you had no desire to forgive him.

All that vanished though, when Davy Jones appeared and agreed to take Will aboard the Flying Dutchman. You knew it was Jack's doing, that he had a plan in place, but that didn't stop you from stepping forward and volunteering to go along with him.

Out of love? Out of desperation? Out of your compulsion to protect the people you cared about? You did not know.

Jack had tried to protest, but Davy Jones accepted.

And so you found yourself standing beside Will, watching as the Black Pearl sailed away, leaving you onboard a ship of dangerous pirates, and a man who did not know how much you loved him.

At every turn, you tried your best to help him. You had learned long ago when to keep your head down and simply follow orders. Will was not a pirate. He picked up every chance he could to fight back. And when he discovered his father was one of the crew members, you had comforted him. And when he had been punished for his mistake with lashings, you had been the one to tend to him, cleaning his wounds and wiping away the blood. You had held his hand as he twitched from the pain, had stroked his hair when he needed a comforting touch.

Your mind screamed at you, at how you were setting yourself for heartbreak once more. But your heart rejoiced. You knew he was doing whatever he was to help Elizabeth, to save her, but you couldn't help it. All those feelings you had buried came rushing back to the top.

Your escape from the Flying Dutchman as well as the Kraken was pure luck. However, by your second encounter with the Kraken, when it came after Jack, your luck had run out.

You had been trying your best to avoid the lashing tentacles, as they grabbed man after man and threw them into the sea. You had successfully avoided capture, but only barely. Your eyes had frantically searched the deck, looking for a way to avoid yet another tentacle when you had spotted Will.

With a tentacle gliding his way to swipe him off his feet and into the water below.

You had screamed his name, had felt yourself leap into action. You ran, throwing yourself forward to push him out of the way. And you succeeded. Only for the tentacle, meant for Will, to hit your body with a force that had your teeth rattling and for you to go flying.

A flash of pain was all you felt at the side of your head. A voice calling out your name in utter alarm and despair was all you remembered.

And then darkness.

                                          ————————–

Presently, you blinked away your tears as you set aside the bowl and looked around. It was the first time that you noticed you were in some sort of bed built into the wooden walls. The air smelled heavy and musty. Familiar even.

"Are we at Tia Delma's hideout?" You asked, to which you received a nod in response. "How many of us survived?" Will pursed his lips at her question, and you knew the answer could not be good. "Only a few. Gibbs made it. As did the both of us. And Elizabeth." Of course she did, you thought to yourself.

Wanting to change the subject you raised a hand to your head to press your fingers tenderly against your covered temple. "How long have I been asleep?" The thinning of Will's lips told you just how displeased he was with the answer he gave. "Three days. You were barely alive when we reached Tia Delma. She took one look at you and took you to this room. Working on you for hours before finally letting me in to see you." He admitted, sounding almost angry at the woman.

"Remind me to thank her later." You said with a small smile, as you leaned your head back against the wall and sighed. Your hand came up to fiddle with the skull and cross gold necklace that rested at your throat. "I can't believe he's gone." You whispered, feeling the loss of your friend deeply.

"Elizabeth is in pieces because of it."

You blinked. "Why would she be in pieces over Jack's death?" You asked. You had suspicions that the girl never really liked Jack. There was always some sort tension between the both of them.

"Because she loved him."

Will's words had you blinking in utter surprise.

"What?"

He frowned at the confusion on your face. "I thought you knew?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh yes Will, Elizabeth and I sit together for tea and gossip about our love lives." The statement did make him crack a little smile before he continued.

"Well now you know. Elizabeth loved Jack."

"But I thought you loved her. Weren't you going to marry her?" You asked, allowing your curiosity to show. With all that had happened, neither of you had been able to properly sit and speak. Not when your lives had been in constant danger by either cannibals, or mad pirates or mythical creatures or the Company.

So many people were out to kill all of you.

"I was. I thought I loved her. But I realized, when we got back home, that it was nothing but infatuation. She was the one who rescued me when I was found adrift. And we grew up together. So, I allowed my boyhood feelings to grow into something that was never meant to be." He paused for a moment. "Those feelings are all gone now. And I was glad she found someone to love. For a little while." He added sadly, glancing in the direction the door where Elizabeth was probably sitting beyond. You did too, almost expecting Jack to come swaggering in with his usual land-legs and a bottle of ale in his hand.

"I never expected Jack of all people to die. He seemed almost immortal." You admitted.

"Well he proved he was a mortal man and met his doom. And you would've followed him too, if Tia Delma hadn't been here." You glanced at him curiously, not understanding the tone of his voice. He was glaring at you, his eyes almost stormy. "How could you be so reckless? What you did was extremely dangerous, even for you Y/n."

"You mean saving your life?" A frown creased your brow. "I did what I did to save you Will. And if that is a crime then take me to the brig." You snapped with a roll of your eyes. "And aren't people usually grateful to those who save them?"

He glared at you. "Not at the expense of their own life. The Company is taking over the seas, we need every good pirate we can get."

Anger coursed through your veins. "Oh so thats why you were worried about me? Because you didn't want to loose a good pirate. Its all about strategy with you isn't it?" All your past hurt and heartache was beginning to simmer under the surface, and if you weren't careful you would probably say something you would regret. But you didn't care.

His nostrils flared. "How could you think its simply because of that? Do you truly believe I am that shallow?" He spoke angrily to which you gave a mocking nod. "Of course I do. I mean why else would you ignore me once you gained my friendship?"

"I never-"

But you cut him off. "I thought we were friends Will. But the moment you rescued Elizabeth you ignored me as if you never knew me. As if we didn't spend weeks in each other's company. And then you came back, and I was there with you on the Dutchman, but as soon as you saw Elizabeth, once more you pushed me aside. I am not something you can use whenever you desire before putting it aside to gather dust. And even when I save your life, when I rescue you, you say such things to me?" Your voice had slowly started to rise in octave with each passing word. It was a good thing no one was within earshot to hear you.

Will looked angry with every word that came out of your mouth. "You put yourself in grave danger, Y/n. You always have no regard for your own life or your own safety and it worries me."

"And why should that bother you? Or even worry you for that matter. What am I to you?"

"I only wish to help you Y/n. To protect you-" He reached out with his hand almost as if he were about to touch you but stopped.

You turned your head away. "I did not ask for your protection Will, I do not need it. Why would you wish to protect me?"

"Because-" But you didn't allow him to finish.

"Is it because you think of me as some damsel in distress?" He shook his head.

"No Y/n-" Once again he was interrupted from saying his piece.

"Or you do not believe me to be capable of doing anything."

His voice was almost pleading, imploring you to listen to him. "Y/n-"

But you barely heard him, allowing your hurt and pain to blind you as you spoke. "Why? Why do you wish to protect me so?"

"Because I love you!"

His deceleration came out in a shout. One that echoed in your ears and had your mouth parting in utter surprise, while you stared at him in utter disbelief.

For his part, Will had stood from his chair, hands buried in his hair as he began to pace the length of the small room, still speaking in an almost frenzied and desperate manner.

"From the mo-" His voice broke as he met your gaze. "From the moment I saw you." Suddenly he was sitting in front of you on the bed, clutching at your hand in an almost desperate manner as he continued. "I have loved you from the very second I saw you." His words washed over you like a warm ocean breeze.

"I love you desperately Y/n." His voice was trembling, every word sounding almost broken as he spoke. "My heart calls your name. And I cannot loose you. I cannot." With each word his hands raised to cup your face, only to bring you forward and press your lips to his in a desperate kiss.

And you returned it.

You felt your heart heal and break at the same time as he brushed a hand against your bandages. Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against your own. "I cannot do this without you, Y/n." He admitted to which you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him with all your strength, hoping to pour all of your love for him in that one simple gesture. "I suppose it is a good thing I love you as well then." You whispered against his neck, to which he let out a small slightly tearful laugh. "I am aware of that. Given how you whispered it to me when you were slipping in and out of consciousness."

You pulled back, staring at wide eyed at his grinning face. "What?!"

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He gently brushed his knuckles against your cheek, a gesture that made you blush. Your hand lifted to trace along the side of his face, enjoying how he closed his eyes, as if to savour your touch.

“I will never leave you Will. Just as long as you promise to never leave me.” You said, still stroking his face.

He nodded in response. “I promise.” His hand found the back of your head, urging you forward to close the remaining distance between the both of you.

This time the kiss lasted longer then just a few seconds.

[justanotherescapism]

The Greatest

Jack Sparrow x Fem!Reader

Tags: Angst and light fluff

Word Count: 891

Note: This is based on The Greatest by Billie Eilish, so credit to her for some of the song lyrics.

Jack sat on the sand, he was here at last, in Davy Jones’ locker. He had been expecting this for a while, but he wasn’t expecting her to be here with him. She sat next to him, facing away, angry at him for this predicament. The shoreline wasn’t far and the gentle breeze was refreshing from the harsh sun that was setting now. 

“Look, love, you knew this were gonna happen at some point.”

She just scoffed, this was the first time either had said a word since they realized where they were. She laid down, hoping he would leave her alone. Even now, he still couldn’t see. She was going to die with him here, and still he couldn’t accept the blame. She shut her eyes, hoping she could sleep but all she felt was the terror she felt when she was taken by the kraken. The tentacles wrapping around the ship, the deep fear of the water. Elizabeth kissing Jack, and him seemingly kissing back. She knew Jack was attracted to Elizabeth, she had eyes, and reasonable judgment but her fears all came true in that moment. She wasn’t his priority, not in the way she wanted to be. 

In the morning, Jack was still asleep when she woke up. Watching him sleep, she still felt anger and sadness but also fear. How long would they survive? Hunger didn’t seem to change here, and she was glad because there was nothing on the Pearl and there was nothing but sand everywhere else. But then again, there was no-one else here, so they would have to die at some point. She began to cry silently. 

Jack began to stir, finally waking. She turned back away from him but he caught her for a split second. He didn’t say anything, just sat up and looked at the sun, trying to gauge what time it was. He then shuffled across the sand to be by her side. She didn;t react at first, but then moved to stand up. She still didn’t look at him, she thought about going back to the Black Pearl but what would be the point, there was nothing there. She picked a direction, and started walking. Honestly, she’d rather be anywhere but with him now. 

“Where are you going, love?”

“Don’t call me love.”

He ran after her. She was the only other person here and he sure as hell wasn’t dying alone. 

“Where are you walking to? There’s nothing here.”

“Anywhere but with you.” 

“That hurts.”

She turned around to him, now he could see that her eyes were red and sore, her cheeks flushed. She punched him straight in the face, her fist connected to his cheek. He fell down to the floor, shocked, he didn’t think she’d actually punch him.

“Do you want to know what hurt is? I spent my whole life looking past your mistakes, your arrogance and your pride and look where it’s got me.”

“Love I-”

“I’m not done. I wake up everyday hoping things will change but they never do. Do you even like me? Or am I just a lackey for you to have around?”

“It’s not-”

“Don’t.” She began to walk off again, but then stopped when he wasn’t following. “Do you have anything to say?”

“You were the greates-”

“You’ve taken everything from me. All my love and patience, all my admiration.” 

“I swear, love-”

“All the times I waited for you to want me naked. I made it all look painless. Man, am I the greatest?” She started crying again but also laughing, rubbing the tears from her face so he wouldn’t see. She had silenced him. “I loved you, and somehow I still do. Just wanted you to stop blaming everyone else.” 

She began walking again. Her feet digging into the sand, making it hard to walk fast. Anywhere but here, she kept repeating to herself. But then a hand grabbed her shoulder, turned her around. Before she could question what was going on, lips crashed on hers. It was soft at first, but as soon as she kissed back, Jack roughened it. Both of their lips were calloused and dry and scratched against each other. His hands wrapped around her waist and hers reached up to his face, pulling him closer. He pulled away, and looked at her, his hand raised to her cheek, cradling it in his hand. She softened against it. 

“Love, I’m sorry you’re here and that we’ll die here.” She sunk into his arms. He cradled her head. She shuddered and he pulled her closer. But something was moving around her feet.

“What th-” Crabs were everywhere, scuttling along the ground. Thousands of crabs were racing towards the shoreline. Jack let go of her, and started looking behind them. The Pearl was moving towards them. 

“Get on the ship!” There feet were struggling against the sand. She spotted a rope hanging by the side of the ship, it was enough for them to climb up. Jack grabbed it and began to climb, she followed quickly behind, grabbing his hand to help her up. Once they were on, they could see the crew from the Black Pearl on the beach, drenched from the sea. She grabbed Jack’s hand, and smiled at him. They weren’t going to die here after all. 

[bellamuertefanfic]

Chapter 36: The Body Swap

[pacificwaternymph]

The mer stared up at the woman across from him.

She was standing stock still, her hands balled into fists at her side so tightly they were beginning to shake. She stared at him with unnaturally bright blue eyes, eyes that seemed to glow slightly. They were glossed over with a wet shine, and her breath was coming short and shaky.

The mer didn't understand. It didn't understand anything, not from the moment it'd been caught in the net. It didn't know these people, or what they wanted from it, or why they kept looking at it like that.

The way the leader of the group of humans that had captured him had looked at him, on their giant wooden structure he had only seen the empty husks of on the seafloor. The way this woman was looking at him now, standing not three feet from him. He didn't have a name for the emotion practically overflowing from their gazes, but he knew it. He knew it intimately.

The mer wasn't sure why it hadn't tried to escape yet. It wasn't sure it would get very far if it did, surrounded by so many humans, but every bone in its body had practically screamed at it for the past... however long it had been on this floating wood thing to get out as fast as possible.

But... he hadn't. Despite his initial fears, the humans hadn't hurt him yet. And there was something about their leader. Something that tugged at his chest every time he looked at them, and settled in his gut. Something that told him that they hadn't hurt him, and they weren't going to hurt him. He couldn't tell you why. It was odd. There was a part of him that was... curious.

The humans had brought it to an island full of their weird, colorful structures. They'd kept it in a tub, covering its tail in soft white wrappings to hide the wounds underneath. The leader had left with instructions for the rest of her crew to wait, and then she'd turned up with the woman, who'd looked unhealthily pale even before seeing it.

"Finneas..." she whispered. The mer blinked at her. That's what the other human had called him too. He didn't know why. That wasn't his name.

(What was its name?)

("Goodbye, Blackwood")

She probably thought he was someone else. They both did. He'd heard enough to know that they'd been searching for someone for a while. And that they thought he was that person. He didn't know how to tell them that he most certainly wasn't. He didn't have the faintest idea who they were.

It opened its mouth, but the only thing that came out was a gargled noise, the same as it had been every other time it had tried to speak. The woman flinched. She took a step forward. The mer leaned back, wary. She stopped.

She made a choked noise, and continued to stare for another long moment. Then she cracked a smile, though it looked more like a grimace.

"You really don't remember anything, do you?" she asked, though it didn't sound like a question. Her next breath hitched. The mer didn't answer. It was answer enough for her. She swallowed, and knelt down so she was eye level with him.

It blinked. Its breath caught in its throat. Between one moment and the next, her ears had been replaced by light green fins. Scales dotted her cheeks, underneath her eyes. Thin slits in her neck, gills, revealed themselves. It gaped at her. She was staring intently into its eyes, searching for something. The mer didn't know how to give it to her.

"Okay," she said, and it was thick, layered with that same emotion he couldn't quite put a finger on. "That's okay." She blinked, and water started to run down her cheeks. He watched it, observing the opalescent sheen of her tears. Mermaid tears.

The mer reached out to touch them, disbelieving. He didn't remember very far into the past, but he'd run into a couple siren pods by now. Enough to know that what he was wasn't the same as what they were. Enough to know that merfolk like him, like her, were rare.

"My name is Joanna," the other mermaid said. She reached up and grabbed ahold of its hand. For some reason, it let her. "I'm your friend." Her voice broke on the last word.

The mer found the word he was looking for, whispered to him by some forgotten voice.

Grief.

This woman, this Joanna, was utterly convinced that she knew it. She looked at it with such a profound sense of loss that it couldn't help but feel that it had lost something too. It swallowed, suddenly finding it much harder to breathe.

"J-Jo-" he croaked, and then started coughing into his elbow. Joanna half lunged forward, stabilizing his arms as his chest rattled. The name sent a flood of warmth through his body, a somehow pleasant shock to his system. It felt... right. He knew that name. He didn't know where. He didn't know how. But Jo was familiar to him. The same way the captain had been.

A single laugh burst from Joanna's lips, followed by a sharp gasp for air, and then she threw her arms around it, pulling it in closer. She sobbed into its shoulder, her entire body trembling with the force of her cries. Half on instinct, it raised its arms and returned the embrace. And something, somewhere deep within, whispered safe.

-

@finnified this is your fault.

Happy mermay everyone :')

[finnified]

mermaids are, by and large, a phenomenon that no-pirate really understands. 

they’re not particularly known to be social creatures- in fact, depending on which circles you move in, some will say they don’t even exist, that reports of mermaids are just sirens mis-identified.

adalwulff isn’t sure if she buys it, either way, but she hadn’t guessed before this that it would be something she’d have to give real thought to.

it’s been two months since finneas’s disappearance. adalwulff has been out on the water since day one, searching for a clue of where he might’ve fled or been taken to. the only clue that’s been revealed to any of their motley crew- adalwullf and finneas’s friends, still on the isles- was his star-spangled seajacket, which someone- maybe it was the siren?- found washed up under the docks of one of the kestrel piers.

it had left a sick, metallic taste in everyone’s mouths. 

adalwulff is summoned out of their thoughts by a cry from the starboard side of the ship. “captain! there’s something caught in the line! maybe a dol- woah!”

“jay? speak, man!” adalwulff calls as they practically trip over themself to emerge from belowdecks. the sounds of a frantic struggle ring out from the starboard deck, proper cursing and all. 

the pirate captain’s saber is already drawn as she skids to a halt on the top deck, twisting about in a start to reorient herself as she catches a flash of something ruby-iridescent in the light. she blinks, and then- 

“fi- by jove, men! let him go!” adalwulff rushes over the roiling, flopping figure in the net as fast as ze can, but fae can’t move fast enough to beat the horrible, rotting feeling eating up jaer insides. 

she skids up to the side deck where heath, maryssa and jay are crouched in a loose semicircle around the flailing form caught in the wet mass of netting on the deck. locking xer jaw to keep xemself from crying out, adalwulff takes in dark red and purple scales on thin, pale arms and a huge semi-translucent purple tail-fin twitching under the weight of a heavy fishlike tail and- 

huge, dark brown eyes that seemed blue in their darkest depths, peering out from beneath dark wavy hair plastered to a pale, scaled face by the salt water crusted in the curls. 

adalwulff reaches out vaguely to their left side, and jay takes hyr arm as he hauls himself to standing. “captain?” 

after just a moment, adalwulff shakes off his arm and shakes hyr head, before stumbling over to the moon-white face peering out from the net. zie fumble zir belt for a switchblade and shakily reach out to start cutting the netting, ignoring the way the creature- the mermaid- starts twitching and thrashing when he sees the knife. 

“shh, shhhh, it’s okay… it’s okay-“ adalwulff mutters as she deftly works the net away from what is probably his very sensitive tail. as soon as he’s free enough he immediately begins to lash out, and it’s all adalwulff can do not to cut him. 

“dear seas, finneas-“ adalwulff lunges back as finn growled and snaps at her, releasing a guttural sound from its throat. adalwulff loosens her grip on the knife and allows it to go flying, glancing at it to make sure finn sees its go. 

finn opens its mouth and makes another deep gargling sound, and adalwulff holds up jaer hands in surrender. his name slips out of hyr mouth without her even realizing. “oh, finn- who did this to you?” 

finn vocalizes yet again, and the captain realizes that it’s not an angry sound, maybe- it sounds like he’s trying at her name, maybe- 

“finn, buddy, do you remember me? captain adalwulff?” 

he opens his mouth and his throat catches on the ad- sound at the beginning of hyr name. 

adalwulff sits back on their heels in shock, reeling from the reality of this situation that’s washing over xem like so many waves. the wiry little crafty kite she used to know is a seas-forsaken mermaid. he can’t speak. he’s so thin and battered, even this way. without intent, adalwulff feels their eyes begin to mist. 

“oh, finn.” she reaches out to him again, thoughts a million miles away, trying to craft the best plan on to inform his friends of his fate. “oh, finn, i’m sorry i couldn’t save you from this.”  

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if i speak, i am in trouble, so i am NOT going to speak! (To be abundantly clear this is for the MERMAY AU i have been cooking with the gang , finneas is not actually dead. i prommy)

[theboarsbride]

Oh fuck help 'the terror' fixation is also bringing back my old 'pirates of the caribbean' fixation bcs ships (and in my head i always thought ciarán hinds and Javier Bardem share very similar face shapes and mmmmmmmmmm I love them both dearly, husbands🥵) and I'm feeling a very VERY violent urge to revisit the POTC fanfic I started writing freshman year of college💀💀💀it was an OC* x Capt. Salazar fic because I was (and still am) a vicious simp for him omf my first """monster""" DILF-

*young and adventurous and bold, she calls herself "Delphine Belfay" but that is only a false identity, for she was once the daughter of a wealthy landowner in the French colony Saint-Domingue but ran away and adopted a male identity to board ships when she found out she was going to be married off to someone she didn't like, and thus enters a life of piracy with a young Captain Wesley, who was her lover, confidante, and keeper of her secrets until a certain ghost captain comes along and kills Wesley's crew🤭...also she ends up getting a scar across her nose and is decent enough with sword play.....her character in the fic is poorly written but I swear her lore is a little more decent-

....a really REALLY old and cruddy draft of the fic still exists on ao3 tho! Tbh I have a lot of nostalgic feelings about it and am fond of the idea of it, but it's still very amateur in its style hshshhhshshshs

[lieutenantselnia]

Some thoughts on the choice of Carina Smyth's first name

Ngl even though there are many things I don't like about DMTNT, I think that Carina is like one of the best names that could be chosen for Barbossa's daughter. It sounds like a pretty regular name at first, but I think the backstory is what makes it actually a really great choice.

"Carina" is the name of a star constellation which is also known as "keel of the ship". In the german dub of the movie this is actually made more obvious, as Carina says that she's named after said star constellation, whereas in the original she says the the brightest star in the north (which is part of the constellation) gave her her name. Being named after a star constellation which resembles a ship (or at least a part thereof), her name is connected to both the stars and the sea, two focal points in Barbossa's life as a pirate and as a captain. He's a man of the sea and an exceptional navigator, and I think it's safe to assume that he has a very good knowledge of astronomy, particularly for navigational purposes. As he said himself, he knows which stars to follow home.

I like to think that Barbossa consciously chose his daughter's name because of its meaning. However, we unfortunately don't know under which conditions it was chosen, since we simply don't have enough information about his and Margaret Smyth's relationship. How many months before the birth did he learn that he was going to be a father? Were he and Margaret able to prepare for the changes in their lives that might come with having a child, did they make any plans for the future? Did they think up names together, and he suggested Carina, should they have a daughter? Or did Hector just return to land one day to learn his partner had died while he was at sea, and left him a child, and he had to come up with a name on the spot and the first thing that came to his mind were the star constellations?

I kind of doubt that we will get any canonical answers to those questions, so they are left to the realm of headcanons. I personally like to imagine that Barbossa chose the name carefully, and because of what it meant to him personally. Even though he kind of said in the movie that he never wanted his daughter to be associated with pirates (which happens to include himself), I think as her father he still wanted to make at least one meaningful impact on her life, which happened to be the choice of her name. Maybe also, in that way he would never forget her, since whenever he observed the sky and saw the star constellation Carina, he would also think of his daughter.

[berubara-4-ham]

Sketch dump PT. 1 (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

1. musical!Carina teaches musical!Norrington about astronomy. Bc I think Mirrorball(Carina) need their The Archer bestie (Norrington

2. My POTC self insert Sara with Barbossa 💖

3. Angelica Schuyler confronted Musical!Jack for what he done to musical!Angelica

4. Result to 3rd slide

5. First one is my first attempt but failed, Elizabeth with short hair and age comparison

6. Musical!Carina (her head is screaming intensifies) and Sara sketch is better than first sketch I done

7. Geoffrey Rush as Sweeney Todd and Judge Turpin and Meryl Streep as Mrs Lovett bc Geoffrey Rush and Meryl Streep are a dream duo

8. First drawing of Rebecca

9. First design of Stephen Cole for OST musical concept

10. Olympe de Gouges

[elfzai]

captain sparrow and captain exul

aka

middle-aged drunk vs depressed ghoul

since it's been 20 years since pirates of the caribbean curse of the black pearl came out (happy anniversary!!) i'm gonna post some potc art here. still disappointed that we'll probably never get potc 6. but i still hold hope

[reaperoftheseas]

-> Legends speak of an undead pirate captain, who no one has been known to survive an encounter with. Many things about her are enigmas to many, as dead men tell no tales... only few know her well.

(OOC: Hey! Mod Prism (@prismaticstarshch) here again!

When I saw Dutchman Scythe, I immediately knew what I had to do and instantly came up with lore, so now this exists HDSHS

Rules:

Respect basic DNI

No NSFW, suggestive asks are fine but will be answered at my own discretion and tagged appropriately

I’m fully open to shipping asks, both canon x canon and OC x canon

Please don't beg for art, I don't draw (due to consistently getting burnout from it) and don't have anyone to commission for art

All in all, have fun!

Notes:

All in-character text will be in blue

Like with all of my other instances of Scythe, Dutchman Scythe is panromantic aceflux

There will definitely be various mythology and legend references here, and Dutchman Scythe is knowledgeable about a lot of mythical creatures

Dutchman Scythe has a crew, of course (and has a rivalry with Sunken Ban Hammer lol)

Her weapon's appearance is a bit modified from how it looks in-game (gun form is more musket/older-looking rifle-ish but still has the gears, serrated blades, barnacles, coral, metal and wooden parts, and everything else)

She takes some inspiration from Atlanteans from Arcane Odyssey, having some small amount of sea life mutations (she also still has rattlesnake motifs but her tail is partially skeletal)

Links:

@sunken-and-silenced (for PD Continuity)

@from-the-sparkling-waves (another character from the same universe, Seasong)

@through-the-eye-of-the-storm (two characters from the same universe, Stormbow and Captain Pickaxe)

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[bellamuertefanfic]

Chapter 36 has been posted!

Finally, Capitán Salazar is going to have some much needed respite (before the next troubles start).

But, fffffffff this chapter was.... it was hard.

Hard because I had a mini emotional breakdown and an attack of severe imposter syndrome, as @tockamybeloved can attest to.

(Spoilers below)

I just stressed about bringing together the breaking of Capitán Salazar’s curse with the resolution of returning Athena back to her real (albeit badly looked after) body.

I guess it's just that point a lot of writers face, where they struggle to move past a certain event in their story in order to get to the last part, that point where you procrastinate and worry and stress that it's not good enough.... and I have to, eventually, accept it is a wip, I'm still learning about writing every day, and it's okay to still be... not good enough, sometimes. Because I'm still working at improving my skills, and I'm not giving up on getting better.

Thank you again @tockamybeloved for sitting with me while I went through a lot of verbal angst over this chapter (and yes, I definitely need a new keyboard now after hulking out 😞😔🥺)

[novaxmuses]

My Return

I am going to be INCHING back into the Tumblr Roleplay scene. I have to update my CARRD but right now my Muses are as Follows:

Armando Salazar- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales. He is one of my main muses. I will write in both English AND Spanish as I am Bilingual.

Henry Creel- Stranger Things. I am going to be very selective on who I write with when it comes to this muse. Main Muse.

Officer James P Moody- Titanic 1997. Main Muse

Henrietta Andrews- Titanic 1997 Original Character. Will give a synopsis and backstory if there is interest. Main OC muse.

Denarian Garthan Saal- Marvel MCU. Canon Divergent. Secondary Muse.

Inessa Karkaroff- Harry Potter Original Character. One of my longest running Original Characters. Full Bio available upon request. Picky with Ships.

Right now this is a pretty exhaustive list due to me not being around for almost a year. I am currently healing myself from Trauma due to a certain fandom here so I want to take this slowly and healthily. These muses are currently open for any and all storylines.

[pacificwaternymph]

Meet Joanna’s boyfriend, Inigo of the Kestrels. Yes like from the Princess bride.

They met when he tried to mug her and she broke his nose (accidentally). After that he took one look at her and fell head over heels in love.

Bonus points if you can guess which fictional character I based his outfit design off of.

[finnified]

just barely squeaked out pirates day 2, HAT! the hat depicted here is a gift to finneas from his father. he’s kept it from after his factioning, but he doesn’t wear it.