gentleman pirate.

the fool doth think he's wise, but the wise man knows he is a fool - william shakespeare. 

[cptbonnet]

                                             𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴

#cptbonnet.     an    independent,    selective,    exclusive    blog    for   stede bonnet    as    seen    in    our flag means death.   written     by     lyddy.    affiliated    with    blackbearde. 

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[lszlo-deactivated20221027]

  I  BECAME  A  VAMPIRE  TO  SUCK  BLOOD    &    TO  FUCK  FOREVER.    ©

[cptbonnet]

i will be blocking every personal blog that follows me. i am incredibly uncomfortable here because of it.

[dreamersmagician]

stede bonnet // our flag means death // tiktok & twitter

just my first attempt at drawing one of the loves of my life. please don’t use my art without permission. please like / reblog if you enjoy it thanks.

[cptbonnet]

blackbearde​ // act of grace itself ; choice of love.

                            and just like that,    the revenge’s captain has returned.    all too late and fresh out of excuses to give that might soften edward’s resolve.    he’d imagined this moment so many times,    each time less plausible and realistic than the last.    he’d made dozens of excuses in stede’s name.    perhaps the guard edward had bribed to wake stede up simply hadn’t held his end of the bargain.    usually,    edward had something to bargain with.    at the time,    he had no valuables in his possession,   nor leverage.     all that he was able to barter in exchange for the man’s aid were simply promises.    of wealth,    of safety.    the promise that a terrible fate would not befall he all he held near and dear to him at the hands of the great blackbeard.     words,    as edward has recently discovered,    did not mean much even to those with integrity.    after all,    he’d chosen to give his heart away to a man known for his integrity and rectitude,    and look where it got him. 

                           or perhaps they were caught on their way to the beach,    the guard forced to return to his post and stede …     a great manner of things could have happened then and edward rued his wild and boundless imagination for the kind of barbaric treatment he imagined.     somehow,    in his heart of hearts,     he knew not to give credence to any of these scenarios.     there was only one reason why the man edward had promised the whole world to did not show up.    and for this,     he did not need confirmation,    but it was nice to get it all the same.     he could have laughed at that.    nice?     he supposed it was a blessing,    that.    now he could see stede bonnet for what he truly was.     a liar and a con.    a man who fell victim to his delusions of a life worth living,    who scuttled back home to his life of luxury and comfort when faced with the prospect of real danger. 

                          edward did not back down,    he did not lower the gun.    if anything,    his grip tightened on the handle and his arm remained outstretched,     stance not wavering even as stede stepped closer.     ❛    that’s close enough, dog,    ❜     he spat,    cocking the gun.    he was in no disposition to listen to any of stede’s rambling.     it hasn’t been long - though every night he drank himself to sleep seemed to tell a different story - and yet of this he was sure.     he’d concluded he did not require any explanations.     ❛     you are an intruder on blackbeard’s ship.     what do you think we do to those?    ❜     he was aware his crew were looking,    even more so that izzy was measuring his every move,    waiting for him to make the right one at last.     for them,     he would.    for their loyalty,    for the honour that they felt to serve him.     

                         an almost imperceptible shake of his head.     a silent,    unspoken disapproval more at himself than the man who stood before him prepared to bare his all,     or so he claimed.      oh,    stede.    if i ever failed to do something,    it was to teach you to beware of monsters.    he wasn’t breathing.    he couldn’t,    even if he tried.    he emptied his mind of all distractions,    his surroundings dissolving around him into a fog.    it was just him,    the reality of a gun pressed into his hand,     stede,     and the consequences of their actions.     and love.    an abundance of love which threatened to spill over.     edward kept his eyes trained on stede’s and tried to make his peace with what he was about to do next.     he did not welcome stede into his arms like he should.    he did not ask to know what made him so unwanted.     he did not betray himself again and begged stede to stay this time,    stay a little longer,     before you leave once more.     instead,    he took aim and squeezed the trigger.

       there is an eternity in the silence,  the space between close enough, dog, and you are an  intruder. he’s not expected a welcome.  not anticipated kindness.  not after what he’s done.  but each word lands as surely as a blade, and he would bleed for them. each breath stings, he watches ed, the warmth nor love does not change from his gaze.  it is the same as it has been since he woke to a man hovering above his sick bed. if anything it is a clearer gaze, one held without guilt nor haze of insecurity.  

      stede bonnet makes no ode to regret, they are not words for the crew that stand around, the second in command who eyes ed as if blackbeard were a god.  and he is perhaps in his own way, but so is ed.  so is the man who didn’t want to kill him. so is the man who cooked a snake on an adventure. so is the man who wears fine things so well. and grew to love his crew and ship too.  so he remains quiet, hazel eyes widen when the gun is raised. 

   instincts he did not have a few short months before roar through his mind, his heart races, eyes widen. his body angled, his stance firmed. he will take this well, he will survive it.  he will.  because in private. there is so much he wants to say. so many ways that sorry must be uttered, that his leaving must be explained. that the guilt had to be eradicated. and that now he left his wife and children in peace, and with love. 

   the gun goes off. each second ticking by. there’s a bloom of pain. hot. dull. throb. a stumble back. a shuddering breath. he remains on his feet for a few moments. then begins to crumble. hand to the growing red stain on his shirt. drawn away as he collapses to his knees.   eyes glazing, but still holding ed’s unwavering.   

        ‘  did i do it well? did i take it as i ought? ‘  his voice dwindles on the last word. a short breath. lungs burning now. vision beginning to fade in and out.  still upon his knees.   ‘ ed?  ed -- i can’t see -- its getting a bit dark.  ‘   hand reaching out, grasping for the one he calls. there is no rebuke in his tones. only pain, and desperate need for the one he loves.  ‘ ed ... i --- ‘

    darkness.

  stede bonnet lays crumpled on the deck of the revenge.      at the feet of the one he left, and the one he loves. 

  how much time passes before with shuddering breath and groan of pain he wakes -- he hasn’t the faintest notion.  he is within his former quarters now.  though... the room lacks for many of the commodities he’d deemed once vital.  but the fire burns in the hearth, and he is glad of the heat.  his body chilled even though a sheen of sweat gleams on pallid skin.  too large a breath makes him flinch with pain.

   a dry cough as he wets his lips,  eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room.  his dual chandeliers had kept it well illuminated and -- the windows hadn’t had the drapes pulled.  but he doesn’t many any attempt to move and see further changes, the pain real and present enough his entire body is prone now to stillness. a ragged draw of breath before.  

                   ‘  ed?  oh edward i am so sorry.  that night - i was waiting for you -- chauncy badminton came.   took me to the forest with a gun and -- said the most ... horrible truthful things.  he died.  and i knew myself for -- for the selfish beast i was and i couldn’t go to you then.  i’d abandoned my wife and children and -- i ran away i was so frightened and so guilty.  ‘  the words are little more than an inelegant croak, he does not even know if ed is there to hear them.  but he murmurs them into the darkness.  ‘ but i learned something -- from my wife, we faked my death and -- my children said farewell to me.. but i learned,  i learned that i love you.  and that’s the word for what i was feeling all along, but i never knew it.  and i so wish i’d known it before.  i’d have liked to have said it -- that evening on the cliff. you deserved to hear it then, when you might have felt the same. ‘

[cptbonnet]

starter call.

like for a starter, varying length, varying setting. if multi muse comment for your preferred muse!

[youngwoochoo]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2014) dir. Taika Waititi & Jemaine Clement OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022—) created by David Jenkins

[wickprompts]

*  ―  OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH PROMPT .  

* prt three. spoilers for episodes 5-6 , tw vulgar language ,discussion of murder / death change pronouns / wording as needed .  

❝ you are not to engage. you are simply here to observe. ❞

❝ quick question: how violent do we expect this to get ? ❞

❝ have you checked this body yet or what ? ❞

❝ write that down in the ‘useful tips’ section. ❞

❝ the number of bad habits i’ve identified is frankly humbling. ❞

❝ you could try a little more oomph. ❞

❝ you’re right, no need to get riled. ❞

❝ pirates, they attack with force. the upper crust, they strike with cutting remarks disguised as politeness. ❞

❝ that’s fucking diabolical. ❞

❝ yeah, but, i mean, fսck i care. whatever. ❞

❝ oh, i see, you think you’re cute. ❞

❝ actually, i think i’m just so-so, but i’ve decided to carry myself like i’m cute. ❞

❝ your lot days of lyin’ around doing fuck-all, it’s through. ❞

❝ i’ve got just the job for you… bitch. follow me. ❞

❝ little psycho. ❞

❝ i like the name ____ , and accounting sounds fancy as fսck. ❞

❝ how does one win this interaction ? ❞

❝ i’m gonna stop you there. it’s not really the, uh, crowd for skull talk. ❞

❝ this is deranged ! i don’t clean things ! ❞

❝ have you ever been sketched ? ❞

❝ are you saying you’ve tasted human flesh ? ❞

❝ aw, lighten up. you’re just sore ‘cause they like me more than you. ❞

❝ i’m gonna kill that twat. ❞

❝ hang on. that’s, that’s passive aggression. ❞

❝  from my experience these things are meant to make you feel like a bit of a jackass. ❞

❝ i don’t know, i panicked. and then, they laughed at me. ❞

❝ you’re in over your head. these are my people. i’ll deal with it. ❞

❝ and what if i don’t? you’re not my captain. ❞

❝ heh-heh, nice. ❞

❝ when you cut loose, you really cut loose. ❞

❝ i think you’re very sophisticated. ❞

❝ well, sometimes the old things are the best things. ❞

❝ you wear fine things well. ❞

❝ if you wanted, i could teach you a more advanced trick of the trade. ❞

❝ stab me. ❞

❝ this is it. i’m gonna shoot you in the face ! ❞

❝ i stabbed you, you nut ! ❞

❝ i think the scariest thing i’ve ever seen would probably be the kraken. ❞

❝ fear is the most powerful emotion, turn your enemy’s worst fear against them, you’ll own them. ❞

❝ be careful what you ask your god for, she might just answer. ❞

❝ ow, you bit me ! what the fսck ?! ❞

❝ as I like to call it, the art of fuckery. ❞

❝ sorry, you triggered my fight or bite response. ❞  

❝ you seem to know everything about everything in the whole fսckin’ world ! ❞

❝ you left me hangin’ up there for 20 minutes. not bloody optimal.  ❞

❝ the fuck is this ?  ❞

❝ you’re in too deep, ___. best thing to do end it quick.  ❞

❝ we’ve got a fuckery on our hands !  ❞

❝ i went out on a limb for you, you little shit.  ❞

❝ because it’s my job to make sure that ___ is content. and he adores you. why, i’ll never know, but… he does.  ❞

❝ yeah, he’s reimagined things a bit, all right ?  ❞

❝ maiming’s different. love a good maim.  ❞

❝ and tonight, i’m supposed to kill … you. ❞

❝ is that still on the cards or … ❞

❝ listen, what if what if we just pretended that whole murder idea never happened ? ❞

❝ i fսckin’ challenge you to a fսckin’ duel.  ❞

❝ that was a warning. ❞

❝ oh you cheeky bitch ! ❞

❝ no ! stab him, for fucks sake ! ❞

❝ shut up ! don’t you ever shut up, you rancid rat ! ❞

❝ not for nothing, but that guy really is a dick, huh ? ❞

❝ i’m used to death, but, um… but not, um… your death. ❞

[youngwoochoo]

NEW LOVE LANGUAGES DROPPED (insp)

[ihadadutyovcare]

only love can hurt like this

[mistysblueboxstuff]

for the folks asking for Stede, here's a quick one :')

[satturn]

click for better quality

[cptbonnet]

So I'm doing a thing…

[tehtariks]

the red floral robe (gay) | OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

[youngwoochoo]

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH: Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach in every episode.

[metamorphesque]

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 – 1980

[text ID: The longing to touch/be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone—as well as affection etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body—and that there are bodies in the world.]

[metamorphesque]

— Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

[ text ID: Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. ]