PIRATE / CAPTAIN

Captain Hook of The Jolly Roger.for starhqs rpg.

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dearestmina​:

Mina stood up and walked over to Hook, her hand moved to hold his. Such affection was for private times such as this, when it was just Hook, Mina, and the darkness of night. “Then it’s a good thing that we have each other to,” though the things that haunted each of them were different, a crocodile and a fairy, they were being hunted down none the less. The fear created an understanding between them and closeness that Mina cherished.  

“I fear that I’ll be stuck here forever and that my life in London will become nothing more than a vaguely remembered childhood fantasy.” Back in England so many things were waiting for her, the school where she taught, Johnathon, Lucy, and the little bakery that was two block down from her home. All were things that she feared were fated to become distant memories.

Her hand in his was a welcome comfort in private moments like this, though Hook would not dare to admit as much. It was the solidarity of the gesture; the knowledge that the both of them had deep-set fears to endure and overcome and were determined to fight to the bloody end to do so, at least he believed as much. “Quite so. The burden is less inclined to collapse us beneath it when it is one shared...” Particularly when shared with one who understands the complexities of its nuances... he added privately, though was not inclined to be so open in the night air. You never knew who was listening in.

“I cannot attest to any notions of success... my own path has kept me here...” he began but trailed off, ever still unwilling to share life of before. “But I can assure you that we will do everything within our power to ensure a chance at victory. Perhaps if we can defeat your enemy then we can also defeat my own...” he commented sagely.

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landlockedlittlemermaid​:

At first sight, Ariel didn’t know what to think of the man. She knew a pirate when she saw one, had spent plenty of time observing them beneath the planks of harbors and ships. Her father had told her countless horror stories, and her people’s folklore was filled with them. Terrible tales about frightening figures who looked and sounded just like the one in front of her. And yet, for all her better judgment, fear was not the first thing the little mermaid felt. “Hopefully they’re bringing you good news,” she remarked as she stood in place, deciding it beat backtracking in fear or foolishly stepping forward. “The person you were expecting, I mean.”

A wry smile crept onto Hook’s lips as he regarded the other with a level of curiosity, not recognising her as one of the regulars who lingered around the shores near his ship. He could always query with Smee, Teynte or Oogie however, both of who were more prone to walking the shores than he was to confirm. “One can only hope, though your kindness is appreciated, my dear...” he replied, a charming tone to his words as he spoke. “Forgive me, I have not introduced myself. Captain James Hook of The Jolly Roger...” he said, dipping into a bow as he spoke before standing to his full height once more. “And you are?” he added, good form dictating he keep up the cordial exchange of introductions, while his sinister mind was also considering where she fit in with the current events in Neverland.

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bloodyblackwcll​:

the captain laughed, and oogie just grinned a little wider. there wasn’t much that phased the man anymore, he didn’t care what people think and frankly, everyone bled the same. sure, at the beginning of his service on the jolly roger, he would lash out if anyone looked at his wrong, but now that’s only reserved for those considered an enemy. 

“y’know, i don’t much know why we haven’t just razed the whole fuckin’ island; everyone that resists service, gets goddamn killed. easy as that.” oogie barred his teeth, the violent grin illuminating how bloodthirsty the man really was. nothing else interested him, all he cared about was violence; to an almost worrying degree. looking at the captain as he spoke, oogie had to stifle a laugh as he spoke. “those little fucks probably couldn’t handle it, drop a cannon ball on their foot and cry out for death- an’ i’ll give it to ‘em… least i can do ya know?” oogie grinned, shaking his head. “tie the fucks to a rock and watch ‘em scramble to survive as they sink to the bottom of the fuckin’ ocean.”

“Think, my dear master gunner, what use would we have for a dead island?” Hook challenged, a wicked smirk about his lips as he spoke, for he had considered the what comes next in depth, knowing that eventually one of his men might suggest it. “Razing the island would only bring us the wrath of the natives and fairies with no reward for our efforts bar the finality of Pan’s death... however should we take the initiative to exterminate the island’s pest... why we have ourselves a haven that only three captains know of how to sail to... and would that not be the perfect place to own control over should the Navy take once more to hunting those of dying ‘neath the black?” he posed, falling silent to take the chance for another smoke of his cigars. They were burning near to embers, but he would allow himself no more. There was control in the moderation of vices after all.

“Should the opportunity arise, I would not deny you the pleasure. But it would hardly be good form if we did not offer them the opportunity to join at the very least...” he replied with a steady exhalation of smoke. “If they refuse or step away or fail then of course they will meet with teynte and the cat, or your generous aid...”

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LIFE ABOARD THE JOLLY ROGER (1)

First some links to websites for reference: 

ROLES ABOARD A PIRATE SHIP

TYPES OF SHIPS (the Jolly Roger is a BRIG)

TERMINOLOGY FOR PARTS OF THE SHIP: ONE  |  TWO

VOCABULARY USED BY PIRATES / SAILORS

A GOOD GENERAL RESOURCE

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SHIP LOCATION & GETTING TO MAINLAND:

The Jolly Roger will always be docked away from the mainland of Neverland. The waters closer to the island are too shallow for the ship to be able to remain there without ending up becoming beached or risk damage. The only time she would be beached would be when it is done deliberately be for careening. Otherwise she remains off the coast, hidden if possible from the mainland by the geography (e.g. anchoring her behind Skull Rock so she is not visible from the mainland).

To get to the mainland, the crew must first lower the rowboats to the water, then scale the sides of the ship using the rope nets lowered by those on board (who remain as a skeleton crew during the excursion). These nets would then be rolled up and taken back aboard the main ship until needed again. The ships would then be rolled to the mainland. (if you’ve seen Black Sails (i’d 100% recommend fiercely) episodes 1 a& 2 have a good idea on scaling for how high the ship is from the water and the method of getting to land. Episode 1′s is here at the 20.07 mark)

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365 days of Killian Jones ☸ Day 209

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hcrdamnedspot​:

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.”

“Quite so. I would ensure that any man of mine who would dare so would have his meeting with the cat should he dare...” Hook reassured, his every word a stark assurance that he would enforce such a policy upon the men with the most vehement measures if it were necessary. He could respect a captain’s desire to be given their solitude in peace, he often felt the same, particularly when the melancholy called to him.

A warm laugh fell from his lips at her words and he tipped his head to the side, regarding her carefully as he walked. Her words were a refusal at worst, a conditional agreement to raise arms with the concession of lowering himself to claim a need for aid at best. He could not say it pleased him, for such requests - barely more than pitiful pleas - were not in his nature. “I shall consider your most kind offer seriously, my Lady...” he replied, nodding to her before resuming his work, wearing his societal standing as the impeccable mask it had always been for what lay beneath the surface. “For now my intent is simply to ensure you have no intentions of becoming an ally to the boy king...” he replied smoothly, focusing on ensuring their pact would be honoured when it came to the matters of Pan.

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coris-a-pirate​:

“Well, being as it takes just about 12 hours to make a good barrel, it’d be about a week if I was starting from scratch, but a few of ‘em have salvageable parts, so probably half that, sir.” she replied thinking back to just how many of the barrels weren’t entirely demolished in the battle, she could use those to speed along the process. The supplies, on the other hand, were a different story. “I’d say probably four barrelsful are beyond salvage, Captain. One was water, ‘n the other three were storing food, on the bright side though, no rum was damaged.” She knew rum was one of the few things she could bring Hook that would cheer him up after a particularly rough day, so she hoped the knowledge that none was damaged would soften the blow of the loss of so many rations.

“Well thank the gods for small mercies...” Hook commented dryly, though he was pleased that the rum rations were not affected by the damage, lest they have to make another trip to the wider world to replenish stocks and lose precious days of their war with Pan. “See to it you fix as many as you can, and if need be summon the carpenters to your aid to shorten the process. The water takes priority, for we can fast far longer than we can be parched of thirst...” he instructed, knowing that he could always send a few of the crew out to fish for something to tide them over for the next few days if stores were short. “Call upon myself or Teynte if there is anything else, otherwise you are relieved from all other duties aboard the ship until this task is completed...” he finished, looking around. He was glad the damage had been finite and was already beginning to consider recompense for the actions.

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dearestmina​:

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The sword was heavy in Mina’s dedicate hands, her arms wrists would have to grow stronger if she intended to be able to effectively protect herself. She looked down at the sword, admiring how the metal sparkled in the light, and gently ran two fingers along its fuller. It wasn’t often in Mina’s life that she encountered topics that were completely foreign to her, though Neverland seemed intent on breaking every rule that she knew about life. Sword fighting would require daily practice until she would be ready to defend herself. “How do we start? Do I just start swinging it around?”

Watching his student with a critical eye, Hook paced around Mina while she accustomed herself to the weight of the blade in her hand. He said nothing for a while, simply observing to note her grip, her stance and the many other intricate details that went into the art of swordplay. “Certainly not for that most assuredly would be the carelessness that would lead to your ultimate demise...” he replied, stopping before her and drawing his own blade from his scabbard. “First we ensure you know how to hold both yourself and the blade. It is no baton, to swing wildly nor a club to beat with. The sword must be an extension of your own arm, each strike flowing to the next...” he replied, letting his sword dance in the air before him to demonstrate.

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3. a boss battle song for fighting my muse

SET SAIL AND CONQUER - ALESTORM

“ A reign of blood and slaughter, We show our foes no quarter Taking their lives and watching them die We leave our fears behind Only treasure on our minds For tonight we raise a hail In death or victory...“

Anything Alestorm or Ye Banished Privateers tends to bring out something of Hook, but this one tends to give the sentiment of the man when involved in a fight. If you’re battling him, he’s certainly here for showing no quarter to those who choose to cross blades with him as his enemy.

8. a song that makes my muse feel nostalgic

THE GOLDEN VANITY

Generally just any sea shanty makes Hook feel nostalgic, for they recall a time when he was a younger sailor and pirate, less troubled by such burdens of revenge and violence without a cause beyond desiring freedom. 

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“Seemed fitting for one so radiant, do you not think…” he replied, lips turning upwards into a smile as he looked upon her, the look turning into something more of a smirk as she commented on the nature of his attractiveness. “You need not thank me, for it is a pleasure to bring you such gifts…” he replied easily, arm resting about her waist as she leant against him. Though he knew it was not wise to allow her so close, to consort with one so openly aligned with Pan, he was only human and he enjoyed the companionship. Between the trees or hidden in the nooks they found across the island, there were no side, no war, just two souls seeking companionship in one another and that was enough.

“How fare you since the last time we crossed paths?” he asked, raising his hook to gently brush a stray hair from her temple, leaning in to press a kiss there soon after. It may have been once a testament of his breeding that called for such polite questioning, but as of late, he meant them more; finding himself actually interested in Tinkerbell’s wellbeing. It was not something he chose to examine too closely, for that might bring on a bout of melancholy, which might be quite ruinous to the mood of their clandestine meeting.

“I must, if I don’t-well…one might accuse me of bad form.” The fairy replied as she flashed the other a teasing smile.  However, regardless of her jests, there was a kindness behind her glistening blue gaze.  Leaning against the other, she sighed, breathing him in.  The smell of the sea mixed with scents of rosewater and sandalwood filled her senses, relaxing her far more than she had been before their meeting.  Tinkerbell adored the closeness, how warmth radiated from the Captain, enveloping her being, lulling her loud buzzing thoughts to a low hum.

It wasn’t until she felt the cool hook against her flesh that she heard the other’s question. While she knew there was no malice behind it and that the intent was most likely genuine, she couldn’t help but frown.  Her eyes fluttered shut at the kiss, trying to think of a suitable reply.  The fairy knew if she replied in earnest she would be committing treason, but she did not wish to lie to the Captain, she wouldn’t.

Slowly opening her eyes once more, she searched his gaze thoughtfully, “I’m afraid I’ve been quite lonely…neglected even.” She breathed, her gaze moving between them so that she wouldn’t need to look into his eyes, “It feels as if I’m no longer needed or even wanted in camp.  As of late, I’ve been counting the moments until I can see you again.” Tinkerbell whispered, bowing her head, ashamed to be admitting such a betrail.  

To have his own words, his own life philosophy, turned back on to him with such flair brought a smile to his lips for but a moment before he tipped his head to the side in a conceding nod. “Quite so. In that case, my Lady, your gratitude is accepted...” he replied, a soft rumble of laughter escaping him for but a moment until he fell silent. He let himself appreciate the weight of the other leaning against him, the companionship of the moment before his brow furrowed at the response to his query.

“That pains me to hear, that you are feeling as such... I am glad the moments in my company bring you a respite from the suffering...” he replied, tone honest, for he could not deny that he preferred to see the other feeling happy and content. Unbidden thoughts came to his mind, for though he was concerned about his emotions, he could not help the keen intellect spotting a chance to coerce her to be more inclined to his point of view. It helped he wanted her to abandon his enemy and side with him, though he knew it was a great ask.

“You deserve better than to feel isolated and neglected, for you are wondrous...” he breathed, silken words falling from lips to entice, to persuade, in his charming manner. “You ought to be cherished by those you deign to spend your time with... revered even, for your company is a joy to indulge in...” he added, falling silent again after, letting his point sink in.

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pvellamaris​:

﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻   INSTINCT KICKS IN ALMOST IMMEDIATELY , hand flying to the various small satchels of dust at her side . fingers on her other side immediately going to rest on the small blade she carries . just in case he tries anything . golden optics roaming over him furiously ; taking in every bit she can . mind racing to calculate and determine what force she would need to take a man of his stature down .

❛ one of pan’s faeries ? don’t be as stupid as he thinks you are . ❜ sarcasm swirls over her tongue as she props herself up on the nearest tree , limbs loosely crossing over her chest . the picture of relaxed even as she positions her feet so she can run if need be . ❛ i could always fix that if you’re even inclined . i happen to know where he sleeps , and i’m quite good at talking to animals if i need to . ❜

she’s quick to assure him , gaze flittering off him as she moves again ; faeries never did sit still for long least they get caught . this time , she does pull out her dagger , using the tip of the blade to clean the underside of her fingernails .

❛ and no , to answer the other question ; i’m not one of mab’s insipid little followers either . ❜ she adds in , eyebrow arching as the blade switches to her other hand . ❛ there are third parties , you know . ❜

The tone of voice that the fairy met him with was not one that the captain liked and it soured his mood towards her. His hook twitched at his side, baying for blood, but he refrained - for the moment - instead meeting her words with but a polite smile and nod of the head. “Hostilities towards myself usually indicate an alliance with Pan. Process of elimination.” Each word as he spoke was measured, tone giving away nothing more than politeness. It was a dangerous place to be.

“Perhaps you have this information and yet there is no accord between us, no measure of trust. For now, I cannot take any word you at value until you have proven your intentions are altruistic... or self-motivated in the least... You understand of course...” he replied, ducking his head in a nod. He had not survived centuries on good faith, it was better to be wary of your friends than trusting of your enemies.

“Well that is interesting... is it wise to disclose such facts to me... You do not know where I stand with her majesty...” he replied, a wicked glint in his eyes. He would catalogue the information he knew, later applying it to his strategies for how best to use it in his schemes. Her location could be a good trade for Mab, should he need favour from the queen.

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swordsnblood​:

“Are you offering yourself up?” Aldonza asked, a smirk brandished her face as her hand too moved down to tap the hilt of her sword. Her fingers grazed the leather hilt while her feet paced back and forth, mimicking Hook’s movements. fallen leaves crinkled as their boots pressed them into the earth. 

She had met Hook a few times before, when she accompanied her mother to their meetings. Donza would be lying if claimed to not think him handsome and she had no doubt that many women had fallen for those eyes before. For better or for worse, she had more interest in the sword in his hand than the sword in his pants. “I have to warn you, I won’t go easy on you just because our crews are supposed to be getting along,” she drew her cutlass from her side and readied herself for the fight which would set loose her anger. 

“I could not call myself a gentleman if I made such propositions without intending to do so, now could I?” Hook returned, tipping his head in a nod of confirmation. At her words a bark of laughter escaped him, her gumption refreshing in its challenge without intention to cause disrespect. “I would think you a coward if you did so, I have no intention in restraining my own hand either... I’m sure your captain will understand my accommodation of your need to fight and forgive any blood...”

He drew his blade then, running the curve of his hook along the flat of it before he stood ready to fight. There was still something proper in his stance, the traces of his life before creeping in the cracks and giving elements of his societal standing before he sought life anew. There was something wild in his eyes though, a desire for the fight that he could not quell in this moment as he twisted his wrist, shifting the blade through the air, holding fast and waiting for the opportune moment to strike, more interested in seeing the other strike first, for the first passage of blade on blade would be the one that set the narrative and revealed something of their skill to each other.

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closed starter // @landlockedlittlemermaid​

The sudden noise drew the captain’s attentions from his musings and Hook returned his attention to the present moment, thoughts of his current plan shelved from the time being. He often came to the land to think when he could not hear his thoughts above the hubbub of noise from the crew aboard the ship, though had been expecting Smee or Teynte or even perhaps Oogie to stumble upon him soon enough.

“What news have you of -” he began to ask, then noticing the other arched an eyebrow at the sight of one unfamiliar. “Forgive me, I believed you to be someone else...” he replied cordially, affording every courtesy and yet wary in case this was an ally of Pan set upon him.

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dearestmina​:

Mina stepped forward and sat upon the rock, she could feel the chill of its surface through her thin nightgown. The garment had only one layer as opposed to numerous layered dresses that she wore on a daily basis. Her eyes wandered over the vast ocean that lay before them. “I suppose that I should take you up on your offer to teach me to fight. It might help with the worry.” Perhaps it was time for Mina to pick up a sword and do her part to provide some of her own protection. 

“Does it ever go away? The fear?” she asked, turning her head too look behind her as Hook paced back and forth in the sand, his boots creating large footprints in the sand.

“It would be wise...” Hook agreed sagely, ducking his head in a nod. It was at least a practical way of managing some form of protection. “I may not always be immediately at your behest. At least with some knowledge of the blade you can hold fast until myself or the crew can come to aid you...” he added. There was a melancholy to the smile that crept onto his lips at her question, thinking of his own fear for that moment. The dread of the tick of the crocodile that might one day no longer echo it’s sound and thus catch him unawares.

“No... it does not.” he answered eventually, unwilling to lie. “It lingers in the soul, a sense of dread one can never escape, only learn to manage and channel accordingly.” He did not say such things to frighten her, but only to guide her to a path of utilising fear rather than eliminating for the former was much easier to manage than the latter.