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[charliehq]

Rebecca quickly bent down, picking up the item on the ground before studying it carefully. She’d stumbled on what she’d assumed to be a rock but the tinkling sound that had followed had made her believe that she’d dropped something— although now it was clear that she most certainly hadn’t. Her eyes flickered through the crowd, trying to see if it belonged to someone nearby. Nobody seemed to noticeably be missing anything, and so she gave up, instead racing after the person who had been in front of her. “Pardon me, but did you drop this?”

[xsecretkeepers-deactivated20250]

Roberts loved Tortuga in the morning. Just after sunrise, the Island looked nothing like it did in the night. The hot Carribean sun transformed the land into a shining paradise. Carefully he stepped over the collapsed bodies of drunk pirates. 

He had always felt out of place - his nights never ended with him passed out, recovering from brawls and vices, it wasn’t in his nature. yet on these mornings, with the sun on his skin, he felt oddly at home. 

It was rare, to find another soul this early in the morning, so rare that Edward could not help but call out to them - “I’m not sure I should trust you, out this early in the morning, this is Tortuga, no self-respecting person is awake before midday.”

[thedoncruz-blog]

Toño stands up from the dead body, throwing a bag of coins over his shoulder and a new gold chain dangling off his fingers.

“Go on, then.” He addresses the spectator. “Speak your mind.”

[colettebalfe]

OPEN

“Are there really bar fights every night? I feel like I get elbowed everywhere I go. It’s a wonder I haven’t caught a bottle to the head.” 

[merikitch]

OPEN 

“What can I get for ya? We have rum … lots of rum.” 

[river-blackthorn-blog]

Two months he’d been in Torguga now, and River Blackthorn managed to remain relatively unbothered. There were, ofcourse, a myriad of ways to make money while he was there. From extorting extortioners, to accepting odd jobs here and there, or joining motley crews of buccaneers, if there was one thing Tortuga had, it was an abundance of bedraggled delinquents, runaways, and would-be pirate lords. Today, the scruffy man dressed in hunting leathers sat at the head of one of the tables in the tavern where a game of Brisca was taking place with a deck of Spanish baraja cards. “It’s your turn,” he muttered to someone who had spaced out during the game. His voice was a deep, ragged rumble, and his bright green eyes flickered up. Several glares were trained on the man, quite salty at how easily they’d lost their gold purses to him in this game. Nevertheless, they seemed to have stuck around to watch.