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Hey guys, I am archiving this blog. You can find the new revamped one here at starlightintheirwake
My pirates are still the focus, so I've moved all my Black Sails muses to the new blog, and added some new muses from other fandoms. I'll be keeping this blog up, so I can respond to any threads that were on here over on the new blog
Hey guys, I am archiving this blog. You can find the new revamped one here at starlightintheirwake
My pirates are still the focus, so I've moved all my Black Sails muses to the new blog, and added some new muses from other fandoms. I'll be keeping this blog up, so I can respond to any threads that were on here over on the new blog
Hey guys, I am archiving this blog. You can find the new revamped one here at starlightintheirwake
My pirates are still the focus, so I've moved all my Black Sails muses to the new blog, and added some new muses from other fandoms. I'll be keeping this blog up, so I can respond to any threads that were on here over on the new blog
baldur's gate 3 starters (part 2)
part 2 / ? .
❝ i’m also worried about me, but i somehow seem to be worried about you more. ❞ ❝ you put the stars to shame. let’s sit here a little while - i want to drink you in. ❞ ❝ i’d tell you not to get in trouble, but i suspect it will find you whether you like it or not. ❞ ❝ well, this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on. ❞ ❝ i just….need some air…clear my head. ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since i shed a tear. i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had a feeling you’d show up. it’s sort of our thing. like it’s fate or something. ❞ ❝ i do appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's try to restrain ourselves a little. ❞ ❝ if that was an attempt at flirting, i should let you know i prefer the strong, silent type. ❞ ❝ no matter how far you come, you’re still on the road to ruin. ❞ ❝ i thought you a hunter. wrong. you’re prey - small. snivelling. pathetic. ❞ ❝ and what am i owed? what about the injustices i’ve suffered - am i not entitled to anything? ❞ ❝ i can’t help but feel the strangest twinge of disgust as i look upon you. ❞ ❝ i trust that you will continue to remember who is really on your side. ❞ ❝ better a short life built on truth than immortality woven of lies. ❞ ❝ i won’t make excuses. i can’t make amends. but i want to help, if you’ll let me. ❞ ❝ gods, it’s horrifying…and a touch fascinating. ❞ ❝ there are many names for you --- and all of them inspire dread. ❞ ❝ destiny is at your door; won’t you at least twitch the curtain? ❞ ❝ the gravest crimes committed in this world are committed for love. a hunger crueller than bloodlust. ❞ ❝ you’ve got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. ❞ ❝ revenge sounds so sweet until you’ve taken it. then all you have is…no one left to blame. ❞ ❝ some mistakes can’t be resolved with an apology. some mistakes, you have to carry with you, forever. ❞ ❝ you’re plotting something, aren’t you? come on then - out with it. ❞ ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ ❝ think of all we’ve been through just to get to this moment. that wasn’t luck. that was us. ❞ ❝ feel like i should laugh but i’m just too godsdamned tired. ❞ ❝ there is something i lost…no, had taken from me. i want it all back. ❞ ❝ careful - you’re in very real danger of hurting my feelings. ❞ ❝ one thing i’ve learned - real saviours never label themselves as such. ❞ ❝ less thinking of bad thoughts, and more breaking of bad bones. ❞ ❝ i rather like interfering. it’s kind of my thing. ❞ ❝ evil is evil, even if it once was innocent. ❞ ❝ you know, i've been catching myself smiling more lately. i think that's your fault.. ❞ ❝ oh, i’m no innocent. but evil? you tell me. ❞ ❝ i still want to believe you’re better than that. but even i am having my doubts. ❞ ❝ i can’t afford to lose my nerve. safer to just not think, and keep forging ahead. ❞ ❝ when all this is over, will you stay with me? for good? ❞ ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ ❝ is there a reason you're always such an utter drip? do you have some sort of condition? honestly, it's like you hate good news. ❞ ❝ all of nature’s beauty pales in comparison to you. ❞ ❝ i can’t save you from yourself. it hurts terribly, but i can’t. ❞ ❝ if i seem suddenly flush with hope and soft feeling, you have only yourself to blame. ❞ ❝ is there good and evil within us all? ❞
&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from the script of everything everywhere all at once (2022), directed by daniel kwan and daniel scheinert. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜
❛ stop changing the subject. ❜
❛ every day i fight, i fight for all of us. ❜
❛ what are you doing? what is wrong? ❜
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜
❛ you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain.❜
❛ we can make our own way. please, come with me. ❜
❛ don't even talk to me about this because i won't remember.❜
❛ i am not your husband. at least not the one you know. i am another version of him from another life path, another universe. ❜
❛ i’m here because we need your help.❜
❛ sorry, very busy today. no time to help you– ❜
❛ all those years of searching have brought me here. to this universe. to you. ❜
❛ i’m here to tell you every rejection, every disappointment has led you here. to this moment. ❜
❛ i'm not ready to fight yet. ❜
❛ maybe we don't have a choice. ❜
❛ now, you can either come with me and live up to your ultimate potential, or lie here and live with the consequences. ❜
❛ i... want to lie here. ❜
❛ how often do people literally die laughing? ❜
❛ my husband won't even kill a spider. how are you the same person? ❜
❛ we are talking about infinity. if you can imagine it, somewhere out there, it exists. ❜
❛ how did i die? ❜
❛ i've seen you die a thousand ways. in a thousand worlds. in every single one, you were murdered. ❜
❛ what!? who wants me dead? ❜
❛ you’ve been feeling it too, haven’t you? something is off. your clothes never wear as well the next day, your hair never falls in quite the same way, even your coffee tastes... wrong. ❜
❛ maybe we would have been better off if we had never gotten married. ❜
❛ i never said that. ❜
❛ you didn’t have to. it’s the way you look at me. ❜
❛ can’t you see it? how wonderful it would be if you came with me? ❜
❛ i saw my life without you. i wish you could have seen it. it was beautiful. ❜
❛ shhh, you're not thinking straight. ❜
❛ what is worse than death? ❜
❛ i saw your face on a billboard and — this is silly — i wondered if you remembered me... ❜
❛ is it that i can’t be here, or that i’m not allowed to be here? ❜
❛ there is no good, there is no evil. there is only “goovil”. ❜
❛ if you can imagine it, you have fucked it. ❜
❛ do not be so closed minded that you blind yourself from the truth! ❜
❛ don’t make me fight you. i am really really good. ❜
❛ you're capable of anything because you're so bad at everything. ❜
❛ you can't remember anything because your bodies were under the control of other universes. ❜
❛ you were like puppets. and you could do things you normally can't do. you were like, what's that movie... raccaccoonie? ❜
❛ how can you defeat her in every universe, if you can't even kill her in one? ❜
❛ the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. ❜
❛ i cannot lose another loved one to the darkness. ❜
❛ i know you have feelings. feelings that make you so sad. that make you just want to give up. that is not your fault. ❜
❛ i'll see you again soon, somewhere out there in all that noise. ❜
❛ just think happy thoughts. ❜
❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜
❛ i'm the one you've been looking for. ❜
❛ i’m the one who will defeat you. ❜
❛ you’re finally free, like me. ❜
❛ you don't have to choose anymore. between loving me or hating me. you can do both at the same time. ❜
❛ before, you were asking about "our daughter". it's crazy, but it really got me thinking. what if you had come with me all of those years ago? ❜
❛ all of this time, i wasn't looking for someone who could defeat me. i was looking for someone who could see what i see, feel what i feel... ❜
❛ oh, good, you're here too. ❜
❛ i'm sorry about ruining everything, i– ❜
❛ we're all stupid. small stupid little humans. it's like our whole deal. ❜
❛ everything is going to be okay. ❜
❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜
❛ when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right. ❜
❛ please! can we just stop fighting! ❜
❛ you tell me that it's a cruel world and we're all just running around in circles. i know that. i've been on this earth just as many days as you. ❜
❛ the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. ❜
❛ i know you go through life with your fists held tight. you see yourself as a fighter. well, i see myself as one too. this is how i fight. ❜
❛ in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. ❜
❛ you know what i say? cold, hysterical, unlovable bitches like us make the world go round. ❜
❛ you aren’t unlovable. there is always something to love. ❜
❛ even in a stupid, stupid universe where we have hot dogs for fingers, we’d all be very good with our feet! ❜
❛ in a universe where we both agree that no one could love you, if we look hard enough, something will prove us wrong. ❜
❛ we are all useless alone. so its good you're not alone. ❜
❛ maybe you win in this universe. but in another, i beat you. or we tie. or we eat crepes. ❜
❛ i don't want to hurt anymore. and for some reason when i'm with you, it hurts both of us. ❜
❛ out of all of the places i could be, why would i want to be here with you? ❜
❛ i still want to be here with you. i will always want to be here with you. ❜
❛ i will cherish these few specks of time. ❜
Captain James Flint — Black Sails
part of @benziiiin's birthday week gift
"Are you still at it?" It's a rhetorical question, asked when James arrives back into the captain's quarters to find Izzy still at the desk. He understands the satisfaction of a day's work better than most. In fact he's just come back from deck even though it isn't his shift; an appearance made just to remind the night crew his wrath is always looming.
Still, how many times do the same logs need gone over? The door locked behind him, James crosses the length of the room, rounding the desk to come up behind where Izzy's seated. He leans over him to press a kiss into his hair, a hand upon his shoulder to give an affectionate squeeze.
Fondly, "Call it a night." Spend time with me.
@izzyhnds
ᒥ🐙ᒧ— The door opens, and he turns to see Charles enter. Oh boy, he thinks to himself in an unenthusiastic tone, believing he knows just how this will go. Edward did wish for company, but now that it arrived he realized his chest grew heavier with guilt. He was looking right in the face of a member of the crew that was under his abusive lead, directly affected by his anger and hurt. He doesn't feel any better facing someone.
He expects something cold to leave the younger man's mouth. And while it's not the comfort he wished for moments ago, it's not something heartless said, at least. Dry, that was for sure. But not heartless or vindictive. It eases some of the weight on his chest, but not all of it.
"I've never been normal," Edward mumbles in response. "Won't ever be." Though it had just gone poorly, Ed moves slowly to sit himself up if he was going to be speaking. His movement is tense, he's trying not to aggravate his injury again. "I need some fuckin' rum," The man rasps, pained by the movement.
And then, he decides he should be direct for once, rather than beating around the bush in his usual avoidant fashion. "Am I gonna be an absolute mad man trying to get myself and the rest of the crew killed, is that what you mean? Nah, mate, I think I got it all out of my system..."
Yeah, no shit he's never been normal. Charles almost says so, but by some miracle he keeps his mouth shut. He has a history of taking Teach's mercurial nature in stride, but recent events have been a gauntlet of testing his patience.
It's the way Teach comes back with something resembling honesty that snuffs out the sudden spark of anger and with it the relief of not giving into it. Charles hadn't meant that. He remembers he didn't come in here to kick Teach while he's down. Tension he didn't realize he was holding seeps out of his shoulders.
"Good. After all that drama, you better pull through," the words are harsher than anyone with any idea how to be gentle might pick, but there's no bite to them. It's as close to 'I'm glad you're still here' as Charles can get without fear of crossing some line between them he isn't certain really exists outside his own head. Again; complicated. The door to get closer to Teach has always been open he thinks, but Charles just can't seem to make himself go through it.
@fxckin-blackbeard
Start of Redemption
ᒥ🐙ᒧ— Finally, his fever from the infection broke a few days prior, but the wound itself was not healed, trapping the eccentric man on bedrest for awhile longer.
He sucks in a breath, feeling the burning pain of a bullet passing through his abdomen. Shot. Edward, shocked by the feeling overwhelming him stumbles back. He hits the railing of the ship and falls over into the water below that swirled with a sinking naval ship. A line form the ship's rigging wraps around his ankle and his wrist dragging him down with the warship that sunk.
Had it not been for Stede, Edward would certainly wouldn't be all patched up, alive, and laying in this bed. But that wasn't what was on his mind, no. His mind swirled with all he done leading up to the battle with the British Navy. The agony he not only felt himself, but inflicted upon his crew-once-friends.
Bedridden meant you were left to your own devices, and Edward spent all of his time tormenting himself with reliving what he believed were his final thoughts.
He see flashes of the night he strangled his father, turning him into the very thing he sought to destroy. His time on Hornigold's ship where he was whipped to the point of bleeding should he so much as look at his captain wrong. And then he sees flashes of his own treatment of his crew, where they walked on eggshells around him as he spiraled further and further into madness. He became the monster those men were, he was no better.
His features twist into a cringe, and a tattooed hand rises to rub away the headache he felt coming on from his temple. A monster, the Kraken, the Devil...Those words repeated over and over in his skull, making him feel sick with overwhelming guilt. Guilt wasn't something unprecedented for Edward, what was unprecedented was his inability to escape from it. Opium, alcohol, and violence were his means of escape, but stuck on bedrest he was left without any of those options to numb himself.
"Fucksake..." He groans, pushing himself slowly to sit up while trying to not aggravate his gunshot wound. Tangled, knotted hair falls down his back covering the skull and snake tattoo, but leaving his 'TRUST NO ONE' tattoo still exposed. Ed had too much energy, and the more he was stuck feeling his guilt the more restless he grew. He hoped a change in position would ease something, but as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him, Ed realized there truly was no escape.
The feeling, the guilt, was overwhelming. His chest felt tight making air hard to draw in, a feeling of anxious energy overtakes his limbs leading to him moving his legs around endlessly, it was not a comfortable feeling. He craved some kind of vice, something to just make it go away.
It wouldn't come. He wished to rip the room apart, but a simple twist to move off the bed saw a sharp pain shooting up his side, leaving him gasping for air and tensing up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He curses, reluctantly laying himself back down to see if the ache of his injury would subside. And, it did, but to a dull, throbbing pain. Now he wished he had the opium for more than just the guilt.
Brown eyes stare at the ceiling of the cabin, looking almost through the wood as if his mind was off somewhere else. And it was, he was back to spiraling down his path of regret. All his choices leading up to this point had been wrong, stupid, and irrational. Dammit, he was a problem-solver, but when it came to his own messes he mind seemed to draw blanks. What would make it stop if he couldn't get to a vice? Would it ever stop? Or, was this the misery he sought to escape to begin with?
Edward pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, finding himself thinking in circles now. He wished, for a small moment, he wished he wasn't alone in the cabin. Someone, anyone as company would be nice...But who would come to see the monster? Stede, who had been up his ass since he was lucid, but he didn't wish to see Stede...Not yet. That wound was still too fresh...Izzy? Unlikely, he shot off the guy's leg. The thought makes Edward's chest tighten again, and he feels as though he'd be ill at any moment.
No one. He was alone in this battle, utterly alone...And he had done this to himself. There was no denying how all the consequences of his actions seemed to pile up on him. Maybe that was why he felt a weight on his chest.
And there was no escape.
Everyone's sick of Blackbeard's shit, and that doesn't exclude Charles. But, for him, it's complicated. He's never liked complicated. In his experience 'complicated' is the quickest way to viciously fuck a ship's dynamic.
They sailed into 'viciously fucked' territory months ago, Charles gets that. Any remaining scraps of trust Teach had with the crew were gone the moment they'd been commanded to engage a naval warship, but somehow they'd managed to avoid getting blown to hell.
Maybe it's a second chance. He's angry with Teach, has been since it all began to veer out of control, but Charles has been angry at the whole world every day of his life so he's not sure it really changes all that much. He's glad the stupid fuckhead's alive. Might be the only amongst them that is other than Bonnet. Probably Izzy too, but he's hard to read.
What Charles can't do is let it sit. He has to know where he stands, let Teach know where he stands, just get it fucking out there so they can get on with the next steps already, whatever those fucking are.
So when he emerges in the cabin Teach was been recovering in, Charles doesn't dance around it. He knows a discussion won't be in any way productive if Teach is still riding whatever the fuck has been wrong with him these past weeks. Might not be productive either way, but if reality's brought Teach down any, it won't be a complete waste of time to try. He leans against the furthest wall and gets right into it, gruffly, "Are you normal yet?"
@fxckin-blackbeard
You can walk away from all this if you wanted. The moment we arrive at Nassau, you’re free to go anywhere you want. And yet you’ve offered to help me regain control of this crew. Why would you do that?
ᒥ☠ᒧ— His brows raise some, surprised to hear such things coming from Charles. Then, he's quick to brush it off, "Pff, you think I care? Nah, mate. I couldn't care one bit, shit happens, nothin' phases me. I'm fuckin' Blackbeard, awright?" Edward sheaths his dagger and crosses his arms over his chest as well, forcing himself to stand up straight and tall.
"...Its that obvious?" He leans close to Charles, keeping his voice low so that others on the deck wouldn't hear him. To Edward, he learned long ago winning was the key to survival, of course with a loss he'd be feeling rather deflated. "I mean, it's no sweat, really." Ed straights up again, projecting his voice some for anyone else to hear.
"If there's one thing I'm worried about, its whatever losers are brought back to the boat. We don't need any green deckies flopping about the main deck, gettin' in the way and whatnot." Not that such a thing would happen with Izzy left in charge of recruiting, but he had a persona to sell. Yes, he could be openly eccentric and 'moody', but he didn't need his crew seeing his low moral.
He then runs his fingers through his beard, twisting and fidgeting with the beads braided into salt and pepper hair. "I know you win some and lose some, I'd say I'm just bummed we didn't get any loot. What a waste of time that was," and effort...and men...He can feel his stomach churn thinking about the men lost again. It happened in this line of work, but that didn't mean he enjoyed the experience.
"Mm." He's not buying it, if only for knowing the man for, what? A few shy of twenty years. Something like that. But, appearances. Charles looks out at the deck just to scowl off anyone that might be lurking, but everyone's going about their tasks without paying them mind.
He brings his attention back to Teach. "Always more to be had. Everyone knows what they've signed up for." Charles isn't talking about loot, though he knows the captain is sharp enough to follow. His own attitude on the subject of losing men nags at him in the face of the opposite. Should it upset him? So many come and go. He'd been accustomed to the people around him literally dropping dead well before he'd ever set foot on the Queen Anne as a boy of barely thirteen.
"Out here we have a chance." Any one of them might die in the various battles but with a cutlass in their hands and brothers at their backs they have the opportunity to deny death to fight another day. The life Charles escaped from didn't have that option. Given the choice, he'd pick where he is now every time. He's certain he's not the only one amongst them with a similar story. "There's worse things." Worse places.
@fxckin-blackbeardbeard
@oceanbreathessaltyx || Charles Vane || Starter Call post || X ||
ᒥ☠ᒧ— It wasn't often the man showed anything but confidence, perhaps maybe something mixed with boredom, but never any nervousness. Yet, there he stands on the main deck, hacking away at the railing with a knife from nervous energy. Shnk! Shnk! Shnk-Shnk! To anyone who didn't know Edward well, he must have looked as though he had some vindictive feelings towards the ship itself as he hacked away at her beautiful wood.
They had made port in The Republic of Pirates after the latest raid went south. He's not used to losing, the idea itself made him sick to his stomach. Some fine men were lost in the battle, and so he sent Israel into port to find new recruits. Izzy could certainly be trusted with the task, but still Edward was overwhelmed with anxiousness. It was a mix of feelings, the disappointment of the loss, the guilt of losing men, and the nervousness of bringing aboard new crew.
Where he should be is in his quarters settling down with some rum or a good smoke, but he couldn't possibly leave the deck. Instead, he stares off into port as he continues to stab and hack the railing of the Queen Anne. What a beautiful, gothic ship he was mistreating, but had anyone ever entered his quarters, they would know he wasn't the most careful with things. Torn curtains, burnt ash stains on just about most surfaces, and more hacked away wood along the walls.
As someone approaches he stops stabbing the railing, looking to them with a crinkled, scrutinous look. "What, man?" The tension in his shoulders doesn't ease when he sees it happens to be Charles.
They’d lost the day. The fight had gone poorly enough with enough men lost they’d ultimately had to cut the Queen Anne loose from the vessel she’d been tied to and flee. Not without blasting enough holes into the hull of the opposition to sink her, lest someone live to spread the tale and run the risk of no one ever surrendering to Blackbeard’s flag again.
For all the years Charles has crewed this ship, defeat hasn’t come often. Teach is a cut above his peers. Clever in a way other pirate captains aren’t. Some of the other hands have whispered about Blackbeard using terms like ‘moody’, but when Charles keeps the details in mind, he thinks he understands why the captain gets in his head about failure.
Still, Charles had gone back and forth with himself about approaching Teach. He’d finally picked himself up from the steps on which he’d been sat smoking and quietly observing him. Someone should say something. Best get it done when Izzy’s gone, get in there before the first mate has a chance to make it worse.
He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, arms crossed over his chest. Charles is uncomfortable. He’s not good with words.
“We can’t win them all.” It’s not even a platitude. That’s how numbers work. “Statistically.”
@fxckin-blackbeard
Charles Vane has served on the Queen Anne for most of his life. Recruited off the street as a scrappy cabin boy, it’d been something like three years before he was allowed anywhere near a raid. But eventually even Blackbeard himself couldn’t keep Charles away from the fighting. That same year he was just sixteen, the youngest amongst them when he led the boarding party that took his first prize.
Captain Teach had always treated Charles with more attention than he seemed to give any of the other hands, but the naked pride he’d expressed at the success still ripped through him. It was all it’d taken to commit to chasing that high. He threw himself into shooting up the ranks, and a few short years later the men elected him their quartermaster.
It’s a shit gig. The men follow him in battle, but he has no mind for the other side of the position. Politics. It’d been easier when he was still stationed on the same vessel as Izzy Hands. Charles never pushed back whenever Izzy took over managing grievances, content to focus on what comes as second nature; killing and reaving.
So it's almost a relief to have Izzy over from the Revenge to check on things, even in the face of the bitching Charles has long since learned to tune out. He towers over Izzy as he stalks at his side on deck, jumps in the moment there's room to speak, "We need to make port." The crew needs to let off steam. They need to refit. It would probably be wise to make some visual changes to the ships so they aren't recognized by any authority on sight, what with how active they've been. "Fucking wrangle him already."
@pyratezlife
Ely couldn't sleep. Every time they tried, it was impossible not to think of him or what was happening to Ed or the horrible things they'd done in the last few weeks. As if the suspicious splotches of brown on their otherwise dark green shirt weren't enough of a reminder. The constant raids didn't exactly lend themselves to breaks where the crew could wash up on land either. Ely had given up on their hair, their curls having been split and dulled in colour by the sea salted mist. That added with the amount of grime on them and the heavy darkening bags beneath their eyes, Ely was starting to look like a grey scale photograph.
Still, the comment wasn't a welcome one (even if it was coming from a voice that they'd immediately recognise.) They shot a glare over their shoulder, something an Ely of even just 3 months ago would never have done. Despite the glare, they can't help the way seeing Charles makes the corner of their mouth tug into a small smile. A very small smile, mind you.
"Could say the same about you, sir." It's a joke, said rather assertively for a kid who usually stumbled over most things they tried to say. But Charles hadn't changed and that was good. They needed one part of their makeshift family unit to stay the same- something for them to cling to to stop themselves from being pulled out to sea.
"Have you.. Have you come to see Blackbeard?" They stumble a little on their words now, the sounds catching in the back of their throat but that last bit is out before they can even think about it. Blackbeard... because that's what he is now. He's not the casual 'Ed' that Ely had grown comfortable speaking out loud and he's not the 'Dad' that they'd kept silent and folded up neatly in the safest parts of their brain. Either way, Ely couldn't see any other reason why Charles would be doing the ships restock himself.
He frowns. These changes in Ely, they trouble him. Even in the face of those changes, all Charles can see as he looks at Ely is how young they are. How young Charles had been, all those years ago when he'd been in a similar situation.
"Fuck no," he answers about having come to see Blackbeard. Because Ely isn't in a similar situation to the one Charles had been at their age. Charles was a cabin boy three years before allowed anywhere near a raid; and once that streak was broken, it was only because even Teach himself couldn't keep Charles from the fighting any longer.
Teach. He'd meant well, Charles thinks, when he'd been taken onto the crew as a boy of barely thirteen. Even amongst the killing, it'd been far better than the slavery Charles escaped from. But now, this atmosphere Ely is living in on the Revenge...
"I won't have you on that ship any longer," he decides, as if it's his decision at all. As if it's Ely's. Charles doesn't know what is wrong with Blackbeard, but he knows he's become dangerous to the crew, and Charles cannot protect Ely when they're stationed on separate vessels.
"You'll join me on the Queen Anne, you'll do it tonight, and I'll inform Blackbeard of it myself."
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i need to update my muse page cause i wanna add izzy and frenchie from ofmd, and also i need to add my other ass creed: black flag characters besides kenway (and change his fc) but just the thought is exhausting
Charlie Hunnam’s man-bun appreciation in SHANTARAM (2022- )
