#the-mister-gibbs

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ℙ𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕟: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℙ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝

Kevin McNally as ᴊᴏsʜᴀᴍᴇᴇ ɢɪʙʙs (dir. Gore Verbinski • 2003)

[scottishoctopus]

Bonus cosplay photos! This was still during the October MCM event and I ran into two other Jacks and a Mister Gibbs which was hilarious and awesome!

And of course, the first thing we did was recreate the Spider-Man pointing meme which I now cherish!

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Breaking Free

[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader

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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.

“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”

The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.

Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”

“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.

Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.

The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”

“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”

Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”

He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.

You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.

Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.

“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”

A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”

Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”

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LJG tags 🖤 @ilovemark1951 @doctorwhofan24

[boingfessions]

HAPPY OINGO BOINGO DAY EVERYNYAN!!!

I hope everyone has a great time today! Surely more than one person asked themselves a question: What the HELL is Oingo Boingo? Well, the name itself is complete absurdity! But what makes Oingo Boingo Oingo Boingo? Find out in this post under cut!

Our beloved crazy ginger man! Daniel Robert Elfman is an American film composer, singer, songwriter, and musician. Delusional, orange af, joker-like, face with a combination of slasher smile and Kubrick stare, perhaps even had prolonged non-fatal rabies in his time in Oingo Boingo that was only recently cured when the band broke, but unfortunately (or not) returned in recent years. Now his entire body is covered in tattoos and his hair is straight now because of dyeing it to hide his gray hair, ergo his old age. The truth is that he is actually a skeleton disguised as Danny Elfman to pass himself off as living human so that the Grim Reaper don't come after him, but SHHHH!!! I did not tell you anything!

Danny Elfman (lead vocals, rhythm guitar)

Steve Bartek (lead guitar, rhythm vocals)

Fluffy tall boy <3. Steve Bartek is an American guitarist, film composer, conductor, and orchestrator. Elfman's right-hand man and the one he trusts with his skeletons in his closet, oh and his film compositions too of course! One of the few members of the band who was not consumed by it and therefore did not become a feral creature in the process. He plays little guitars because he's a big man, y'know! He usually wore ridiculously short ties along with baggy t-shirts. His guitar solos drove Danny so crazy that he was spinning around and caused him to have back pain to this day, so you know how to blame. Nowadays unfortunately his beautiful dark curls have become gray, but luckily he now looks like an adorable grandpa now! (just like the others)

Kerry Hatch (bass guitar, backing vocals)

A marvelous human being! Kerry Hatch is an American musician... and that's it. Walking diva and Zoolander wannabe, this lad was the band's bassist until 1984, when he decided to join the band "Zuma II" (what the HELL is that band? I have no idea!). A pretty lad who likes to be handsome and play bass guitars that don't even look like bass guitars, I don't know what else I could say about him! Maybe he thought the band wasn't good enough for him and decided to leave to pursue something better, but that's just a guess... if you can consider a landscaping business better!

Richard "Ribbs" Gibbs (keyboards, backing vocals)

Mister mistery~ Richard Gibbs is an American film composer and music producer. Like Kerry, he left the band in 1984 to join Zuma II, and to be honest I don't know what what that band had to make not one but TWO members of Oingo Boingo (the best band in the entire galaxy and even the sixth dimension) have left to be in that band. Anywho, all I have to say about him is that he did well in life, being a composer like Danny and that's it.

Johnny "Vatos" Hernández (drums, percussion)

THIS IS JOHNNY VATOS FROM OINGO BOINGO MAN!!!! He is a drummer with crazy hairstyles who likes to dum ba dum through life. Almost as crazy as Danny was, he stayed loyal to the band even after they broke up (yes, he was in another band called Food for Feet, but I don't give a DAMN!) Years after the band broke up he managed to reunite about four former members and form "Oingo Boingo Former Members", made up of him, Steve Bartek, John Avila, Carl Graves and Sam "Sluggo" Phipps, in addition to new members. Idk about you, but I would like to have him as my grandpa!

Sam "Sluggo" Phipps (saxophone, backing vocals)

Leon Schneiderman (saxophone, backing vocals)

Slam Bam "Sluggo" Phipps is an American saxophone player known for his signature bright, expressive smiles, where he shows off all his teeth and can light up an entire room. The tallest guy in the band and the one who likes to show off his instrument the most, rising it high in the air when attention is focused on him. Well, maybe not so much, but you understand what I mean! Maybe he can be too expressive and noisy, but we still love him ❤️

Dale Turner (trumpet, backing vocals)

Do you remember when I said that Sluggo had the brightest smile in the world? Well, I lied! That one goes to our dear Leon Schneiderman, the other saxophonist in the band. He could do anything in the whole world, even his own instruments! Being a childhood friend of Danny's, it can be said that he has been in the band every moment since it started, even longer than Danny himself! Don't you love him and his smiles?

John Avila (bass guitar, backing vocals)

Our beloved grandpa-mom. He is an American trumpet player who entered The Mystic Knights after they let him audition after seeing him practice in secret. He makes sure to keep an eye on the other guys in the band and can (if he hasn't already) spank them to make them behave (except for Sluggo; NOBODY spanks Sluggo). Even if he is the shortest member of the band along with John Avila, that doesn't make him any less authoritative, being around ten years older than the rest of the band. He is silent like a mouse and has never been heard to speak, perhaps because he is reserved or has nothing to say. He left the band and is currently enjoying his life privately, and I really hope he's okay!

HE IS MY BABY, MY CUTIE PIE, MY PUPPY, MY LOVE, MY LIFE, THE BEST BOY IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem, sorry about that... John Avila is an American bassist and music producer. A literal human puppy and the shortest member of the band. He looks like you could pick him up in your arms and cradle him like a baby... Sorry, I'm off topic again! What do you want me to do? He's simply adorable! (At least for me). Anywho, Although he appears in the Gratitude MV, it was not until 6 months after the release of the album So-Lo that he joined the band along with Michael Bacich, being the new bassist and keyboardist respectively. He is usually hyperactive and you can see him at concerts jumping, spinning and playing his bass like a pro. The strange thing is that, even though the years go by and he obviously ages, he still seems to be the same mischievous and playful puppy-like guy... Okay, sorry again!

Michael Bacich (keyboards, backing vocals)

Quiet nerdy boy. He's was the keyboardist of the band since 1985 until 1988. Yes, he didn't stay for a long time, but his presence in the band is still important as he was present in the band's best era (Dead Man's Party). He looks like the typical nerd who would say "actually☝️🤓" and give you information that you didn't even ask for but still decided to give you to expand your zero knowledge. He also looks kinda shy and like someone who Danny would bully if the band were in a cliché teen movie. Like Dale, he decided to move on with his life after leaving the band, which it's okay after all.

I ran out of space for more images! Don't worry, I'll reblog this post right away talking about the rest of the band (which are only two members but still!). Thank you very much for reading this far and HAPPY BOINGO DAY TO ALL OF YOU AGAIN!!!

[ceorl]

hello ceorl. my dear mutual ceorl. i see you have started a pirates of the carribean au. for aftg. smile. one of my favorite movie series of all time. smile. im going to go actually insane thinking about andrew as will pining after neil for years auughggh😭😭 also kevin as jack...this is going to stick in my head ALSO ALSO is neil cis or trans in this because im having visions...curious about your ideas though...

i'll be deadass... all i got is who's who lmao. i'm really bad at articulating my thoughts. uuuh i didn't think about trans neil but now that you've said it i'm liking the idea

andrew and aaron were on a merchant vessel when the black pearl attacked then picked up by stuart (the governor), andrew fell in love with neil at first sight of course. Andrew becomes a blacksmith apprentice to renee while Aaron is an apothecary apprentice who stays in port royal while andrew goes off to save neil.

Andrew wouldn’t pine after neil if he thinks neil is a woman so Stuart is chill and lets neil dress how he likes, nobody knows but stuart that neil’s not a biological man and its the commodores daughter (marissa) who tries to propose. Dunno why he faints over the wall without the corset, maybe he just does that to get out of the conversation lmao.

Riko is of course Barbossa, who tricked Kevin into giving him the coordinates to the treasure then busted his hand and abandoned him on an island. I want ragetti and pintel but i'm not sure who they'll be. Jean and Jeremy perhaps?

Mr. Gibbs is wymack who was a sailor who had a dalliance with dread pirate captain kayleigh Day (teague). became a drunk and then first mate to kevin on their journey to save neil (and get back the black pearl). the upperclassmen are the crew wymack pulls together (i like the idea of Thea being anamaria)

"Andrew, how many times must I ask you to call me Neil?"

"At least once more, Mister Hatford, as always"

i like the idea that Neil has no idea that he's in love with Andrew, he just thinks they're very good best friends :) until he agrees to marry the commodores daughter and it's too late but so long as Andrew is safe and free he can live with that.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The Sounds of Justice (5)

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

Chapter 5

“How’s it going Abby?” You asked stepping into the space that she had claimed as her lab.

Your friend and colleague turned to face you and winced, “You look terrible!”  She proclaimed.

“I feel terrible.  We got fifteen different calls last night about four new victims.”

“Four?!” Abby echoed.

“Four.”  You confirmed.  “Ducky and Palmer are doing the autopsies now but so far nothing.  Aside from the fact that they appear to have died in the same manner, there’s nothing connecting them.  Even then, that’s thin because two of the bodies we found last night were two young men who appeared to have run in two completely different directions for no discernible reason.  One went south and the other one went east.” 

“That’s weird.”

“It gets better.  Or worse.  Depending on your point of view.  The two young men that I just mentioned?”  Abby nodded, “They accosted Rafael and I yesterday when we went for a walk.”

“Rafael?”

“Rafael Barba.  He’s the ADA that works alongside the SVU squad.”

“An Assistant District Attorney.  Bet Gibbs loooved that.”

“It went over like a lead balloon.”  You agreed.

“Did you tell Gibbs about your connection to those men?”

You shot your friend an are-you-serious-look, “Of course I told him.  I really thought he was going to Rule 10 me.”

“But he didn’t.  That’s probably because it wasn’t that much of a connection.”

“Maybe.”  You said non-committedly.

 “Do you want a sip of my Caf-Pow?” Abby asked, holding the oversized cup out to you.

“No thanks Abby.  I need to be alert not bouncing off the walls and seeing pink floating elephants.  I had some breakfast even though I didn’t feel particularly hungry.”

“Suit yourself.”  She turned back to her machines and put her Caf-Pow down.

“Should I worry that Gibbs was able to get that here?”

“I’d be more concerned with this case.”  Your boss voiced as he entered the lab.  “What have you got for me Abs?”

“So far the only thing that these victims have in common aside from having their lives cut short unexpectedly was a chemical compound in their systems.  I’m working on isolating the chemicals but it’s gonna take time.”  Abby was tapping the keys of the machine closest to her as she spoke.

“This chemical compound was present in our Ensign?”

Abby nodded, “Same dose but it had a smaller effect on him and that’s how he was able to drive as far as he did.  What I don’t know is why it affected him less.”

“Did he have any food in his system?”  You suggested.

Abby paused in her typing, “Possibly.  That’d be a question for Ducky though.”

Gibbs turned to you expectantly, “On it boss.”  You commented reluctantly as nausea bubbled in your stomach.  You tried to avoid the ME’s office as much as you could not because you didn’t like Ducky or Palmer’s company but because you found their work a bit confronting.

“(Surname)!”  Gibbs called and biting down on your impatience about getting your visit to the ME’s office done as quickly as possible, you turned back to face your boss.

“Ducky and Palmer have finished the autopsies and the bodies are in storage.”

You felt some of the tension leave your body, “Thanks boss.”  You exhaled in relief.

Moments later, you strode into the ME’s office, “Ah, Miss (Surname).  I was wondering when you would visit us.”

“It took some persuading.”  You admitted.

“Yes, I’m well aware of how forceful Jethro can be.  What can we do for you?”

“Our Ensign.”

“Ah yes, Mister Michael Burns.”

“Did he have any food in his stomach or his intestines?”

Ducky thought for a moment, “As a matter of fact, he did.  He had chunks of yoghurt in his large intestine.  If I had to guess the flavour, I would say that it was banana.”

“Thank you Ducky!  I’ll run that--”                                                

The doors to the ME’s office burst open and you came face to face with Sonny.  “Phone call two blocks from here.  Lieutenant thinks that it was the victim because he was slurring his words and muttered something about losing feeling in his left side.”

“Let’s go!”  You replied matching his intensity.  You paused and turned back to Ducky, “Ducky could you…?”

The ME held up his hand, “I’ll pass the message along to Abigail.”  He promised.

“Thank you!”  You called as you and Sonny dashed out of the office.

Sonny was able to cover more distance than you due to his long legs but you didn’t have time to dwell on that or give into your feelings of envy because you were too focused on reaching the next casualty before it became fatal.

Two minutes later, Sonny skidded to a halt in front of an abandoned building.  The two of you glanced at each other and if you could, you knew that you would have both spoken the same sentence about wondering why it was always abandoned warehouses or apartments.

The both of you unholstered your weapons and announced yourselves.  There was no answer.

“I hope that doesn’t mean that we’re too late.”  You thought.

You and Sonny entered the warehouse at the same time.  It was just as unappealing inside as it was outside.  It was drafty and the paint was peeling from the walls.  The curtains hung limply in tatters and the old machines were covered in layers of dust and cobwebs.  There were a few windows, so you and Sonny carefully manoeuvred around those to keep out of sight.  Thankfully, the warehouse only appeared to have one floor.

Sonny motioned that he was going to stay around this area and check it.  You nodded to show that you had understood his message and silently you crept forwards.  As you moved deeper into the warehouse, you could hear Sonny calling out “clear” every so often.

You turned to look behind a pillar and thought you heard a thud.  Straightening up, you peered in the direction that you had come from.  You stepped in the direction that you last seen Sonny and then you felt someone’s breath on your neck.

A hand wrapped around your head and shoved a handful of lollies in your mouth.  Your eyes widened in fear as your tastebuds registered an artificial taste underneath the fruity flavours of the lollies.  It tasted almost alcoholic.  The hand across your mouth tilted your head upwards and you unwillingly and reflexively swallowed the lollies.  Your vision dimmed alarmingly quickly and the last thing you heard before you went limp in your captor’s grasp was a clear voice with a mocking tone saying, “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive and mostly uninjured.”

Then your vision went completely black and you passed out.

[tortoisesshells]

for the five sentences game: elizabeth & weatherby swann and [looks around me] light

you got it, chief! here's a [checks notes] unnecessarily melancholy missing scene between Isla de Muerta and Jack's near-hanging.

There was comfort, if only in the physical attributes of the King’s House in Port Royal: her feather-soft mattress, food not gone rotted in the cask, windows wide to every wandering breeze – things which Elizabeth had always understood, vaguely and without much in comparison, to be luxuries. And yet – she was not comfortable. She missed the Pearl, down to its fetid lockers and the salt junk Mister Gibbs thought might have been mutton in Queen Anne’s time – here, irrevocably altered, she rattled like a badly-made cog, or an ill-set gem, and all the old ways of being combined with the looming reading of the banns (and Captain Sparrow’s hanging) were only bars, somehow – a prison. She paced the halls when she could not sleep, and in the library found her father. In the clear light of his prized spermaceti candles, he looked sleepless, small, and old; he came to his feet, and with such evident care as might shame her for wanting to escape all this, said: “Oh, Elizabeth, the night terrors for you, too?”

Send me character(s)/a ship and a one word prompt, and I will write a five sentence fic about it.

[potcscripts]

BARBOSSA: Ever gazed upon the green flash, Mister Gibbs?

[littleseabird]

@lightcreators ( mister gibbs ) said " money is not "beside the point," money is the point!" [ x ]

The young woman only snickered to Mister Gibbs, he did have a point. Money was the answer ( and question ) to everything. It seemed that these days everyone was all about money and she wasn't too interested in it. Money could buy a lot of things, but it couldn't buy happiness. She smiled to the older man, and looked down to her fingers that were interlocked together as she sat on the steps of the tavern. "True enough, but money can't buy love or happiness can it? What do you need some money for, Mister Gibbs? Do you need me to loan you a few coins?" Was she trying to give him a pep talk? Maybe just a little, not that he needed it. Mister Gibbs was a good man to her. Always there to help her if she needed it.

[scottishoctopus]

Cosplay photo dump from when I had attended MCM in London during May and I met Kevin McNally/Mister Gibbs which was absolutely amazing!!!! He was so lovely to talk to and it was surreal to meet him in person!

[mvrtogg]

@lightcreators ( mister gibbs ) said. "If it wasn’t for physics and law enforcement I’d be unstoppable.” [ x ]

Murtogg had been aboard the Pearl for exactly one year. He trusted Mister Gibbs words, but sometimes it made him think. He wanted to be a good pirate, as he wasn't able to go back to his former life. Gibbs seemed to be decent support. He admired the older man, almost as much as Barbossa. "I know all about the laws, I could help y'get past that. As for that physics stuff, I don't eve know wot that is." he honestly didn't know anything about physics or even what that meant. He was smart, but he wasn't that smart.

[dontsweatthefresh]

DJ Muggs - Soul Assassins 3: Death Valley (Album)

00:00 01. The Time Has Come 

00:58 02. It’s On (feat. Boldy James) 

03:56 03. Check In (Original Version) (feat. Jay Worthy & Spanto) 

07:30 04. Sicilian Gold (feat. Ghostface Killah & Westside Gunn) 

09:25 05. 67 Keys (feat. Roc Marciano, Rome Streetz & Meyhem Lauren) 

11:52 06. Mr. Cartoon Interlude (feat. Mister Cartoon) 

12:18 07. Jokers Wild (feat. CeeLo Green) 

15:49 08. Shell Casings (feat. T.F)

18:24 09. Street Made (feat. Scarface & Freddie Gibbs)

21:06 10. Where We At (feat. Boldy James)

22:52 11. We Ain’t Playin (feat. Devin The Dude, Jay Worthy, 2 Eleven & T.F)

26:44 12. Burn The Playbook (feat. Evidence & Domo Genesis) 

29:11 13. Majik 30:08 14. Crazy Horse (feat. Roc Marciano & Crimeapple) 

32:07 15. Metropolis (feat. Method Man & Slick Rick)

34:57 16. We Coming For The Safe (feat. Boldy James) 

37:32 17. Skeleton Bones (feat. Rome Streetz) 

40:03 18. Dump On Em (feat. MC Ren, B-Real & Ice Cube)

43:40 19. Outro (feat. Estevan Oriol & Spanto) 

Produced by DJ Muggs

All rights belong to their respective owners. https://soulassassins.com/.

[tiimecrash]

@lightcreators ( mister gibbs ) said ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

The Professor had turned to her trusted friend in this specific time. She was grateful for Mister Gibb's help, she needed it after all. This was part of the multiverse she rarely visited. She met only a few people here, and her eyes locked to one of them. A very put together naval man. Not the bumbling one at the docks, he was destined to meet a dear friend of his and have his own adventures. This man was someone else. Someone the Professor needed to save from his fate. She knew Gibbs was aware of whom he was and things of that nature. Gibbs was aware of who exactly she really was. She wasn't really Lady Eliza Burke either.

"Oh, I'm just contemplating saving a life of a man who's in love with someone he's not meant to be with. A man meant to do some much more but can't. Should I save him?" she mused sadly. Her voice was a bit quite, before her eyes diverted to Gibbs. "Have you heard anything for out friend? The good Doctor? I'm curious to if he's spoken to you lately. I know he will be in Port Royal fairly soon."

[itismissswann]

@conjurerandking || Continued from here

As they trekked through the jungle, Loki followed the fading path of the clones he had sent out. Currently the clones were in a ditch, with other very real bodies in various states of decomposition, lined up as if they were aging slabs of beef across palms and banana leaves, letting the sun slowly cook them. The thought made him shudder and he quickly came back from his clone at the same time Elizabeth spoke.

“I’m following a breadcrumb trail, more or less. But where the clones are, is not where the tribesmen reside.” He said, “stay close.”

Eventually the smell of a burning fire hung in the air, and as they continued Loki could start to hear drumming get louder and the noise of rituals near. Abruptly he came to a stop when his eyes landed on the crew. His eyes met with Mister Gibbs’ and he could see the rest fall in line ready to fall into hysterics. Loki quickly motioned with a finger pressed to his lips, shushing the crew and placing a protective arm around Elizabeth, behind him. They almost blended in with the dense surrounding jungle.

Mister Gibbs was staring intently at him, tense and unmoving. “How did you play dead for that long?” He whispered, keeping his head on a swivel after he spoke, making sure the Pelegostos didn’t hear him.

“I’m just that good.” Loki grinned, “I’ll come back, just dont ma--” Loki’s voice faded quickly at the sight he could see through the trees. And just like that, all of his caution was swept away by the harsh breeze that rustled the palms above them. The trunks of coconut trees groaned with the high winds above that didn’t quite make it past the canopy. The thought crossed his mind, time and time again to just say to hell with blending in. But for him to stay hidden by the TVA, he had to do his best not to. The sight of the six infinity stones made his blood boil and his entire body go tense. Although just before his breaking point, he saw movement in his foreground, and he realized they were suddenly surrounded again. The group much more docile than before. But that didn’t calm Loki at all. In fact, he barely bat an eyelash in any other direction other than rage. His logical mind fighting to surface.

Loki’s patience was running terribly thin by now. he turned his head slightly when she said his name, a moment of concern entered his mind before one of the cannibals reached out and touched his hair. Like lightning he stopped them, grabbing the wrist of the cannibal with a strength that made him shriek in pain as Loki felt the bones shifting against his palm. “Enough!” He roared. The Loki (controlled by Thanos all those years ago) was coming to the surface, much like his trip in Germany. He was not having much more of this. For a moment, he thought that would have erupted the cannibals into attacking them, as this could have been seen as an aggressive gesture. But the group was frozen, staring at him with wide eyes, and some lips trembled at the sight before them.

Loki knew thousands of languages. Their language held some familiarity to him, even though this was an Earthly language, there were elements he could understand and he began to speak to them in a language similar to their own. His tone was dark yet powerful even if he was being very soft spoken. A voice of a true king, a god, who had very little patience left for this situation. As he spoke, the attitudes around them changed to something more willing and docile even more in nature. Even making them retreat back to camp, quickly fetching Jack from his throne to set him free.

Loki watched, but avoided Elizabeth’s gaze, and the crew’s. He was digging this hole further and further for himself, and he feared he was getting past the point of no return.

“We should return to the ship.. at once.”

There was a notable change in his behaviour. She could see the anger bubble up inside him, his eyes darkening. So lost in that moment and the torment his brain was in. His muscles tensed, an inability to think would soon follow. The rational Loki seemed to loose the battle. 

Her brows furrowed, watching how the grip around the cannibal’s wrist grew. She could almost hear his bones crack underneath the pressure. His other hand stayed firmly by his side, yet his words had more impact than they ever could. His voice startled her and the Pelegostos, and she followed their lead when they took a step backwards; alarmed by the potential danger that lingered around him. His demeanor was so high and mighty, like everything and everyone was all so far beneath him. 

He had managed to persuade the tribe to let them go, not through violence, this time communication lead to their freedom. Soon she would run out of fingers to count the amount of times Loki had saved them. This made her wonder, was this the reason why he despised Jack so much. His reckless adventurous a ticket to the grave.

The first half of their journey back to the Pearl Elizabeth had strolled next to Loki. He seemed conscious of her presence, although he was distant from her, so she decided to hold her tongue and not overwhelm him with questions. The other half, she spend on Mr. Gibbs side. He took it upon him to inform her about what happened with theatrical words. 

The weather remained ominous with dark clouds rolling in, pushed by an ever-increasing wind that churned the sky in threatening waves. The absence of thunder informed them it would most likely be nothing more than a possible downpour. 

The sight of black sails blending in with the dark clouds behind, managed to lighten up the exhausted faces of the crew. The tide returning, the wind favorable. Elizabeth rushed after Jack when he was aboard his beloved ship. “Jack!’ she said, grabbing his arm, forcing him to face her. His expression harsh as if he was upset about something. “You,” his gaze shifted to Loki only to return to her again, “certainly took your time to come and rescue us.” Bitterness crept through her as she dwelt on his words. “Ow Jack, don’t be absurd. We came as fast as we could.” A mocking laugh escaped his lips; pushing her backwards with two soft pushes. “Besides, aren’t you the one that got us into this situation in the first place?” Eyes on his back again when he turned, determined footsteps leading him to the safety of his cabin. Elizabeth had chased after him angrily calling his name. “You have not been entirely honest with us, have you! What is it you are running from?!”  Elizabeth reached for the door when she realized what he was about to do. “Don’t” she warned. There was a loud bang as the door slammed close in front of her, ending their conversation. Her hand on the doorknob, pulling it rather desperately. “Mr Sparrow, you can’t be serious!” she said through clenched teeth, making another attempt to open the door, but it seemed pointless. 

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. When she turned around, she noticed him, his back turned towards her, watching the sea. His hair waved in the breeze, those gentle waves that defied rules and gravity with equal contempt. Something or someone had triggered something deep inside him. It couldn’t possibly just be Jack, could it? Yes, he didn’t trust him nor like him, but she was fairly certain something so trivial wouldn’t get the better of him. The jewels. She recalled how those gems had temporarily bewitched her body and soul as well. 

“We could steal them, you know” she whispered, leaning her arms on the railing of the ship when she stood beside him, eyes on the blackened horizon. “I have no intention of interfering in your affairs, but I couldn’t help but notice the impact those gems inflicted upon you.”  She let her gaze fall on Loki’s face, black hair blanketed his cheeks hiding his high cheekbones “So perhaps, this time, I can return a favor? I’ll distract him and you steal what I believe to be rightfully yours.”