Hook. The other Captain on the island, the two crew were working on an alliance to fight an enemy that Aldonza knew nothing about. She trusted that in due time all of the information that she needed would be revealed to her. or that Captain Hook might slip up and say something. “It will be difficult to convince our crew to fight along side men, but we can agree to not fight them,” she continued as they traversed the beach. “He’ll get what he gets,” Aldonza said coldly as she kicked a rock down the shore with her boot.
The younger speaks with a harshness and apathy that reminds eleanor of a younger version of herself; one that takes the world without not of the politics that comes with relationships of all kind. "Our crew are logical above all else, when they hear of the benefit toward us they'll understand the momentary truce. Women will always think before they act, men crumble without us." Eleanor chuckled, smiling at the younger again. Aldonza was harsh, a life full of brutal truths that eleanor wished she could keep her from, to look after the girl and keep her safe. All she could really do was teach her of the world as it was, how to manipulate the world around them to get what they wanted from it. "Maybe fate has mutual destruction assured, but that is not for us to choose, just watch."
Soft. The perfect description for Mina Murray, a sweet young lady who by some trick of the fates ended up stuck here. “That would be an accurate description of the situation,” Mina confirmed with a small head nod. “Captain Hook is watching over me, he’s even offered to teach me how to fight,” the prospect of holding a sword and being able to fight was exhilarating, though she was trapped by fear of Dracula, Neverland was handing her new opportunities to grow stronger. She often wondered if Johnathon would even recognize her when her returned.
“No man?” her eyes were wild with wonder. “How is it so?” Mina knew of strong and wild women but to have a whole ship full of them, seemed fiction but here was the Captain of that ship, standing right before her.
The way the young girl replied so earnestly made the captain chuckle. Softness was not a weakness, it was such a dear trait that should be protected: naivety was a weakness that lead to the downfall of poor souls. "Hook? Teaching you to fight? Truly, he must have taken a shine to you; but if you want better lessons come to me, my skills are unparalleled." Eleanor laughed, shaking her head. The captains were not enemies, but sometimes fights could not be helped.
Mina's wonder was something that eleanor saw a lot, not many could imagine a female ship, but it was many lifetimes of work that made it possible. "Hard work and dedication. Oh, and maybe mutinying the former captain and taking control; no one would just trust a woman to take a ship any other way. People speak of the womans curse on a boat, but my girl proves it otherwise."
✩•*˚『 natalie dormer ✩ cis female ✩ she/her 』 ҉ have you seen [ LADY ELEANOR MACBETH ] also known as [ LADY MACBETH ] ? it seems as if they’re the [ CAPTAIN ] on the damned spot. they appear to be [ THIRTY ], but looks can be deceiving because they’re actually [ CIRCA 190 ]. the winds tell us that they’re allied with [ NO ONE ]. there are rumors that they’re [ LEVELHEADED ], but they can be [ CONNIVING ]. when asked what they want out of being on the island they say [ EXPLORATION AND PLUNDERING ]. we hope they don’t cause too much trouble.『boog ✩ 20 ✩ she/they ✩ nzst』˚*•✩
eleanor was not a woman of much note or wealth, there wasn’t anything expected of the young woman besides getting married and having a hoarde of children. she wanted more, but it wasn’t a woman’s place to say such things, she could never say it aloud. she married a man known as lord alexander macbeth, not a good man but a rich one. he was a known explorer, with his own boat called the Damned Spot that sailed around the world, wanting nothing more than that. alexander was comfortable with this life, eleanor wasn’t.
while alexander was sailing around the seven seas, following orders, eleanor had to stay home and map out their pathways he should take. there was a lot she learned about boating and the seas through books and maps, but she wanted more. but a woman on a boat was unlucky, every man knew that, and alexander was always the one to remind her of that. so when the boat was docked, eleanor would make nice with all the men on the boat and gain their favour; they would shit talk her husband and she would smile and laugh, agreeing with every word. he was a harsh man, but eleanor would never be broken by a man, never fall to him.
finally one day she had had enough, collecting all the maps, the books and the work she had done for the Damned Spot and walked straight onto the deck. the men were horrified at her action, but as she stood at the wheel, speaking with passion and knowledge that alexander either had lost or simply never had, she had brought them over to her side. the issue with having women on board was seeing them as objects, and eleanor was not one to act the pliant wife. throwing her husband overboard - yes quite literally throwing - she took control and never looked back. she was a good captain, others were scared of the bad omen that the Damned Spot became, but no one could deny the skill that came with the boat.
sailing to neverland was a total chance, but she met hook and managed to learn about this wondrous world. she sailed to her hearts content, when the crew wanted to take their leave, she would grant it, and slowly the boat was crewed entirely by women; those that wanted to escape the patriarchy and lead a much more interesting life. protecting those women became the most important job to her. when she was on land, if she heard about a bad family, she would offer freedom to the woman. whether that was joining the Damned Spot or just killing her husband was up to the woman, but she wouldn’t let others be trapped and held down in the same way she once was.
it’s been almost 150 years now, she’s just as charming and curious about the world as she was all those years ago, but now she has the skill and rewards to prove her worth. the war on neverland grows larger, but she doesn’t care for the frivolous nature of a male dominated war, she just wants to have her boat and her women.
There she was, the Captain of Damned Spot, Eleanor Macbeth. Hook had informed Mina of the arrival of an all female crew to the shores of a Neverland, it was a prospect that intrigued Mina greatly. What kind of woman would Lady Macbeth be? To be so powerful to command a crew and if they smelled any better than the stench that surrounded men of the Jolly Roger.
“I apologize Madame, I wanted to introduce myself. Captain Hook told me of an all female crew and I thought that that was the most wonderful thing I had ever heard.”
the young woman in front of her was not familiar, but cordiality was in eleanor’s nature, and she simply smiled politely as the other spoke. hearing hook’s title made her relax her shoulders a little, an ally of hook’s was not her enemy, she didn’t have to slit a poor girl’s throat. “hello my dear... you look too soft to be a pirate, yet you know of us; i take it you are a ward of hook?” eleanor chuckled at the other. “yes, i’ve spent a long time creating a safe space on my ship; no man will step foot on the deck.”
She smiled, happy to have this moment alone with Eleanor. Aldonza move forward, now walking side by side with her mother. “I am for getting away from here as soon as possible. There is nothing for us on this island except men and death,” currently they needed neither in their lives. “The others are getting fresh water and some food, as we speak.”
there was a brief moment of silence as they walked, the pair enjoying each others company on the chaos-ridden island. hearing her child’s words, eleanor smiled, nodding as the other spoke. “alas, when there is one, there will always be the other. violence is in their veins, their souls are rife with discord.” eleanor chuckled, shaking her head at the sheer thought of it all. there was a hopelessness in her voice, it was never going to be different than it was right now, they were always going to be violent souls without remorse. “gathering supplies are key, once we are sufficient we can rest; take care of the damned spot. it will take some time, and i think hook wants more solidarity, but it is not without a price my dear.”
“I should think that might bring about quite the abrupt end to our accordance, my Lady…” Hook replied, a smirk stretching upon his lips as his fellow captain turned her attention upon him. He conducted himself well, sweeping down into a proper bow, the markings of society clinging to his very nature, before he straightened up and tipped his head in a cordial nod.
“I merely sought the company of someone who might hold an intellectual conversation and aid in the plotting of the ruination of this land’s self-proclaimed boy king…” he replied, a wry smile creeping onto his lips, waiting a moment before adding: “Unless of course such things bode little interest to you…” Hooking his fingers into the worn leather of his sword belt, he increased his pace so he could walk beside his fellow captain, maintaining enough of a distance to be respectful, and yet not so much to prevent them from holding a private conversation hidden from the ears of others who might seek to claim the knowledge of what was discussed to turn it to their advantage.
hearing the familiar voice behind her, eleanor turned around slowly with a smile pulling at her features. as hook bowed, the female captain raised the side of her coat and curtsied, showing the same respect to him they both deserved of each other. their relationship was cordial, and any rudeness was unwarranted in times of peace. “ah captain, i’m glad it was you and not one of your underlings that interrupted my peace, that would strain things wouldn’t it?”
his words were coated in honey, and they both knew it, what he wanted was paramount to him; frankly she respected that of him. as they continued to walk along the beach, her boots only slightly sinking in the sand, eleanor listened to his words with a smirk pulling at her lips. “i wouldn’t say it’s my life’s goal, but you are not the only one that has issue with the child.” she chuckled, looking out to the sea so no one could read her lips. “i am not about to act without provocation, i will only enter this if it becomes unsustainable.” eleanor stopped walking for a moment, turning around to him again. “if it is help you require, say it in such words and i will lend my services; we both know the boy king won’t go down without a violent brawl.”
Aldonza followed after her mother, needing a break from the bustle of the ship. It was a walk that she was not asked to accompany her Captain on but she felt the need to keep up anyway. Should anyone ever harm Lady Eleanor Macbeth, Donza would be there to see that the perpetrator meet a long and torturous end.
“mother,” she called out, it was name that was reserved only for when the two were alone together. “can i walk with you?”
there’s only one on earth that eleanor would accept that nickname from, and as she turns her head to greet the other, a smile grows on usually tight lips. aldonza was known to be her favourite, but to survive on the high seas there was no special treatment, and eleanor reserved any affection for closed quarters. motioning for her adopted child to come closer, eleanor relaxed her shoulders a little and began to enjoy the younger’s presence. “you never have to ask my dear, i would be happy to have you with me.” eleanor smiled.
“i’m debating on our position on the island, violence seems to be escalating and i’m not needlessly losing anyone to those savages.” she admitted, looking out to the seas as she spoke again.
with a blade strapped to her leg, the captain is comfortable for her and some of the crew to go onto shore, leaving a skeleton crew to keep things in order on the boat. she knows of the captain that borders her own, unofficial lines drawn to keep away undue bloodshed. there’s already enough fighting as is, eleanor is much more interested in money than blood. the arrival of the damned spot crew is simply to exercise and take a break, to avoid sea legs and vertigo that she hears complaints of elsewhere. maybe it’s also a selfish desire to walk along the beach, enjoying the finer things in this upbeat life, but it’s nothing she has to explain to another.
she’s walking along the shore of neverland when she hears sign of another behind her. without looking, the blonde lets out a soft sigh. “i hope there is legitimate reason for interrupting my solace; there’s enough violence around without me needing to feed you to the cannibals.” she smiled, looking out at the glimmering ocean that she called home.
give me a lady macbeth who is furious. a lady macbeth who is batshit crazy long before she kills herself. a lady macbeth who is fifteen or twenty years younger than macbeth, the victim of an arranged marriage, raging mad and half-savage and confined and unrestrained. a lady macbeth who spits her lines at her husband. a lady macbeth who is unstable and neurotic, frustrated and vulnerable in one scene but merciless and cruel in the next. give me a lady macbeth who is young and ferocious and fucking unhinged.
