Avast! I be Blackbeard! Back from the eighteenth century! They thought they had me killed? Ha! I were shot five times and sliced with a blade twenty and still I did not fall.
So how did I survive, ye ask? I have…no idea. I just mysteriously appeared here and found meself on the unholy platform known as tumblr. I’ve been reading all your lovely introductory posts an’ figure I can make one as well.
The name be BLACKBEARD.
Pronouns be he/him.
Thirty eight years of age when I were ‘killed’ but I D K what age that makes me now.
Profession be plundering.
Sexuality be bi.
Expertise be persuasiveness, intimidation, pirate speech, captaining and flirtation.
Place o’ residence varies. I like Jamaica an’ the Carolina coast. Currently, however, I’ve taken a liking Florida swamps. Yer politics there SUCK but the alligators are fun. And nobody comes lookin’ for me, which is good B C I need time to figure out what in the bloody seven seas happened to me. Would appreciate any assistance in navigating this modern world.
Yer humble pirate,
Blackbeard. 🏴☠️














