Blackbeard

Indie Edward Teach Black Sails. Crossover friendly. Mun 21+

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What the-?

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“Despite the circumstances, it is a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs Barlow” Edward replied with a bow of his head before returning to his search. Finally locating his breeches Edward clutched them in his hand, trying to work out how he was supposed to dress himself when Mrs Barlow refused to leave the doorway.

Keeping the blanket around his waist he cautiously dressed himself, whilst trying to keep what remained of his dignity. In doing so he caught sight of Flint, still unconscious and paused, one leg in his breeches. Watching until he saw the other man’s chest rise and fall in a steady pattern. “If he wasn’t obviously breathing, one would think he was dead.” 

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trucidavit:

“It may not be dangerous at all to you.” Once she found Vane, she could find a way to get him back to Nassau from wherever he was. This was just the means to that end. “I need a blood relative or something he has an emotional connection to, then I can trace him, if he isn’t being magically cloaked.”

Miranda had the grace to look at least mildly apologetic. “If not, then I may be able to exploit his connection to you. But it won’t be painless.” It was an understatement but she made it anyway. And if he was dead then it would be painful and pointless. “But as you said, I’m sure you’ve done worse.” She quipped conversationally.

Edward remained silent for a few moments, watching her closely. On the surface her words seemed innocent enough, but it was the tone in which she said them that unnerved him. Unfortunately it would seem that he had no choice but to trust in the witch. All other efforts at locating Charles had failed.

“It would seem I have no choice but to trust in you.” He said finally breaking the silence between them. “Would you be so kind as to explain how this is going to work?” 

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

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Welcome Aboard

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hornsup:

Past blood and fast approaching swelling, the face that raised defiantly up looked improbably young for the resistance he was able to conjure– even lending to the fact that it was clearly sourced from an uncommon well of rage and loyalty. His hands were in the process of being bound, so he gave a sniff and wiped his mouth against his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the famed Captain’s face.

Bull would have been telling him to answer. He was– had been– a pragmatic, cunning man, and he cultivated the pragmatism already in Krem in the couple years that he’d joined on with this crew.

Grand deaths are big, getting out of this shit alive is bigger, he might say. Or something cleverer. More learned. 

“Cremisius Aclassi,” he answered, his wrists twisting in their bonds. There was hardly a piece of him that hadn’t been beaten and yet he still trembled like a bow drawn taut, ready to be loosed. 

He spat on the deck. Pragmatism couldn’t win out against grief.

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Edward remained silent for a few moments, observing the steadily bleeding man in front of him. There was nothing particularly spectacular or unusual about him indeed he had seen hundreds like him before on previous ships, but there was something...interesting about this one. Humming almost inaudibly he turned on his heel and made towards the Captain’s cabin, his men taking that as a sign to carry on with their search of the ship.

“Bring the lad to the Captain’s quarters.” He ordered Caesar and to a lesser extent Richards, the latter would not risk his Captain’s ire by continuing with the beating without a clear go-ahead but Caesar had and always would be likely to do such a thing. And luckily for the lad Teach intended on speaking with him at a later time. 

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trucidavit:

The opportunity to think before she spoke again forced her to several unfortunate conclusions. And she was glad of the moment to decide she wasn’t going to voice her original suggestion that he kill Eleanor instead. That didn’t change the fact that she had thought it.

She had thought herself unrecognizable on their way to Charlestown and had told James as much. Miranda wondered if she had finally reached the point that he wouldn’t now recognize her as he had at the time. Or Thomas.

Rather than give an answer that was unnecessary, she just nodded; taking time enough to only take up the Meditations book and a cloak.

Her choice in belongings were unexpected, he had thought she might elect to bring a few dresses with her, not a book and cloak. No matter. The Lady Barlow had already proven herself to be an unusual woman, this was clearly just another of her quirks. 

“As I did not plan on a travelling companion, I am afraid I have only my horse. You are welcome to her if you wish, I can walk.” He commented, straightening his coat out as he opened the door and stepped outside. The height of the sun made it quite clear that they would not arrive at his ship until the middle of the night, both a blessing and a curse. While it would keep them hidden from the English soldiers, it would likewise provide the soldiers with enough cover to stage an ambush should they wish to do so.

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Welcome Aboard

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t never ceased to amaze him how loyal the crew of an English ship could be to their Captain. Had it been any other situation and had the man served aboard anything other than an English merchant ship, perhaps he would have considered sparing his life, or at least offer him a position in his fleet. Alas, he had lost two ships to the ‘Iron Bull’, quite the moniker, and thus had to make an example of him. Out of respect for a fellow Captain, even one as troublesome as him, Teach looked the man in the eye until Richards’ gun blew a whole in his head. 

A roar of protests came from the surviving crew. All of which were silenced after a few beatings bar one. A young man, rather unassuming to the eye, refused to be silenced as he was beaten. If he remembered correctly, this was the same man that Caesar had quite literally slammed into the rails following a sloppy attempt to impale Teach on his blade. The lad was brave, he would give him that.

“Enough” Teach ordered. Robbins and Salter immediately ceased their abuse, moving aside as their Captain approached. Looking down at the bloodied face Edward raised an eyebrow. “Your name?”

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Question, why did you pick the url pir8tedaddy? Cause that sounds like a porn blog.

// Good evening anon! Honestly, I created Teach in a spur of the moment thing. I’m quite...strange at times haha. Honestly this isn’t even the weirdest url I’ve come up with. If I think about it, it did come from the idea of my friends and I calling Teach dadbeard because he’s kind of like Vane’s dad figure. Hope that answers your question! (You would not believe the amount of porn blogs who follow me xD)

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Who The Fuck Do You Think You Are?

@blacksailsandredhair​ continued from here

Of course, the one time he returns to Nassau with the intention of speaking with Charles, the man was nowhere to be seen. Sighing he ran a hand through his beard, keeping one eye on the pile of knives beside Bonny. A man did not survive boarding The Ranger without being cautious around her ‘guard dog’ as many a man had come to refer to her as. He paused for a moment, briefly considering leaving the man a note and then remembered exactly whom he was here to see. There was no fucking way Charles was going to read it.

“If I leave one of my men on the docks, would you have him come to me when Charles has returned?” He asked cautiously. “Or would you rather I wait on the docks myself?” There was no point in requesting to remain aboard the Ranger, nor would he desire to, but he did need to speak with the other Captain as soon as possible. 

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trucidavit:

She had never liked the term ‘troubled’ being applied to children. It was a term often used to write them off. But Charles would have fit the label had she been interested in applying it. She had left contact details if he wanted to reach out, but it had never been used, and she had let that be the decision on his part, given it wasn’t a case of anything like parental alienation.

“What did you do?” Miranda asked coolly, very close to stopping walking entirely but only slowing slightly. He wouldn’t have moved away at all if he didn’t have some kind of ownership in whatever had happened.

Edward flinched. Despite being a far from explosive reaction, he could hear the promise of pain beneath her words. 

“It was...a disagreement that went south. I’m not sure if you remember Eleanor Guthrie, the blonde girl, daughter of that hot-shot businessman. Charles” He sighed “Charles got into a relationship with her, one that appeared quite serious but there was something about her. When I looked at her I saw someone dangerous, someone who was going to hurt him. Of course I confronted Charles, told him how I distrusted her.” Shaking his head Edward focused on walking, allowing Miranda to lead as he continued. “Perhaps I could have been more diplomatic with the way I went about it, but everything went south.” 

“Charles raised his voice, I raised mine in return and it became a toxic situation. He left the house after telling me to, and I quote, fuck off out of his life. The only reason we are in contact now is because he is engaged to Rackham, and the lad decided it was high time we spoke to one another again.” Edward chuckled mirthlessly. “You always were the more rational one.” 

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Starter call for @aalchemist! 

Many a man had heard the name Edward ‘Blackbeard’ Teach and most, save a few foolish souls, knew to keep a great distance between themselves and the Captain. Such a reputation was useful when traversing the streets of Tortuga, and most entertaining if he was honest with himself, especially when one young land quite literally threw himself in the water to remove himself from Edward’s path. Not that he had any interest in the lad, a boy who could not even stand on the same boardwalk as himself was of absolutely no interest. 

He had business to attend to.

In recent months he had lost three of his fleet to the English Navy. The English somehow becoming wise to their movements and taking the offensive for the first time in almost a decade. The ease in which they were able to intercept his ships had become a significant concern. One of the first things Edward had done following the establishment of his fleet, was to ensure that the only ones who knew the movements of every ship was himself and Richards. Each Captain knowing the destination for their ship alone, so as to minimise the damage to the fleet should one ship be lost. 

Netta had been there to greet him with a smile and warm embrace, whispering promises for the evening as well as information regarding a contact awaiting him in the One Eyed Raven. And so Edward had less than enthusiastically torn himself away from his woman, and made off in the direction of the bar in question. 

Weaving his way through the throng of drunken men and whores, one hand resting upon a pistol at all times, Edward ducked into one of the alleys. There standing proud with her doors open wide, casting an warm glow upon the dark environment, was his destination. Strolling inside he was greeted by rambunctious laughter and drunken sea shanties. He paused for a few seconds to take in the sight, before making his way over to the bar, nodding his thanks to the barmaid as a tankard was set down in front of him immediately. 

“Thanks lass.” 

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@jackrxckham continued from here

Edward chuckled softly, shaking his head. “The ideals I once stood for no longer exist Rackham. The Nassau I fought for no longer exists.” His eyes fell upon the bottle in the other man’s hand, that certainly explained the sudden confidence. “The Account used to give a man hope. When a man joined the Account he was telling the aristocracy that his life belonged to him and him alone. That they could no longer dictate to him how he should live.” He closed the distance between the two of them. 

“Nassau and the Account have become exactly what we sought to escape. The only difference is that is the Guthrie’s sitting at the top rather than a fat King. Even then it is becoming increasingly difficult to tell the difference. I am not ignorant to the struggles of Nassau and her people. My only desire is to spare Charles the suffering and pain that will soon arrive on her shores. If he wishes to die for something that no longer exists...I am through trying to convince him otherwise.” 

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The Chains That Bind

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trucidavit:

As the chain released a little from her throat, she drew in a much needed breath and barely restraining a cough. “I’m not your enemy.” Miranda ground out, less afraid than she had any right to be. Either she got strangled, or murdered in a possibly more violent way in the process of escaping, or survived it all. Of those options, getting strangled sat in the middle. So it could be worse.

“You’re wasting time.” She continued, deciding that if he was going to kill her then it was better sooner than later, and so not bothering to be overly polite about it.

Edward had made it an almost unspoken rule in his life never to trust a man, and by extension woman, on his word alone; having learnt early on that lies were easy to hide beneath words. However, when one found himself chained in an English prison awaiting execution, words were all a man had. 

Reluctantly he removed his chains from around the woman’s neck. “Do not make me regret this decision madam.” He grunted, taking a step back to allow her to regain her composure. Inwardly praying that his decision to show mercy didn’t come back to bite him.

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“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.” (Hello you beautiful person <3)

The irritated expression wasn’t kept from Flint’s face, following the other’s movements with the glare. There was an element of danger in the way he began to shift his weight, balancing the pros and cons of just killing Edward now and moving on. “If you had any sense at all you’d listen to me.” He warned, slowly, knowing it wasn’t going to get them anywhere, but he wasn’t about to be unable to mock the man later for his mistake. 

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“You would not be the first man to tell me such a thing Flint.” Edward replied coolly, observing his fellow Captain. "Unfortunately most of those men served aboard English ships, and I have the most awful habit of ignoring anything they say.” Crossing the short distance between himself and the barrel he had previously been using as a seat prior to Flint’s arrival, Edward sat himself down. “If this is about Nassau, then I am afraid your words will fall upon deaf ears Flint. There is nothing you can say to me that will convince me to defend her.” 

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Meaningful Sentence Starters

“There’s something I really need to tell you.” “I honestly thought that things would be very different.” “Do you wish you could have done it differently?” “What exactly did you think was happening here?” “How do you decide when it’s enough?” “I would die for this cause.” “There are only a few things in this world that are truly important to me.” “Ideals have to count for something.” “Why should I be a nice person?” “This was meant to be easier.” “I have an idea that I need to share.” “Look, you might not like me but we’re stuck in this.” “You remind me of someone I once knew.” “How long does it take people to change, I wonder?” “There are no good choices here.” “There are days I think we’re just in over our heads here.” “How do you keep going when things get hard?” “Are you genuinely interested in me as a person, or is this a game too?” “I care what I look like because I care what people think of me.” “Why did you decide to do it?” “You know what I really regret?” “I’m still struggling to believe any of this is real.” “Are you certain this is what you really want.” “Tell me a dream? Or a secret?” “Do you think you would still be the same person if things had turned out differently?” “What I really meant to say was very different.” “I don’t know if you’ll like what I have to say to you, but I have to tell you anyway.” “You were never supposed to know.” “Why can’t you just follow instructions?” “Why can’t you just ignore instructions?” “What chains you to this life? What keeps you here?”

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Starter Call for @whorunwithwolves

Even a blind mind could easily conclude that Tortuga was one of the less civilised of the Account’s ports, but there was undeniably something...pleasant about the island, if one was able to ignore the pungent smell in the streets. Leaning back in his chair Edward had but a few seconds to successfully move his tankard out of the way as two men went crashing across the table. One eyebrow rose to his hairline when he recognised Phillips, of course the man would get himself into a fight when under strict orders to avoid confrontation.

Deciding to leave the two to their fighting, he moved away from the table and stood at the bar. Almost immediately his eyes fell upon a young lad, one he had noted earlier in the night whose eyes had been following him most of the evening. After draining the remainder of his tankard and motioning for the barmaid to refill it, he turned to the boy. 

“Something bothering you lad?” 

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The Love Of A Family

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blacksailsandredhair:

Anne just watched Teach through her good eye as he searched the medicine cabinet and tended to her wounds, frustrated by her weakness and what he was asking of her. She couldn’t agree to any of his promises, any more than she could tell him Bonny’s name. James would only hurt her worse if she tried to call for help, and staying away from him was pointless when he’d almost convinced her that he was the only person who would ever want to be around her anyway. Her own damned father had kicked her out after all, so she had no family left apart from whatever Teach was to her, and friends were not easy to come by when you were as naturally rebellious and aggressive as Anne. 

Brows knitted together at the mention of the hospital, and she responded by jerking away from him and shaking her head. She didn’t give a shit how bad it looked, she was not going anywhere near that damned place, not unless she was taken there by force. Hospitals asked too many questions, and she didn’t have answers to most of them. 

“Don’t tell Charles about this. He don’t need to know” 

 Finally, she had to speak, something was running through her mind that she couldn’t convey with a simple gesture of her head or a change of expression. Charles. If he found out he’d either work out who did this to her or use his friend Jack’s connections to listen out for any gossip about who did this, or likely punch his way through Anne’s entire list of acquaintances until he hit the right man. While she was sure that Charles could undoubtedly beat Bonny to a pulp, she didn’t want him fighting her battles or getting in trouble with the police on her account. 

Anne’s reaction to the mention of a hospital was far from surprising, both of his ‘adopted children’ absolutely hated their existence and tried to avoid visiting one at all costs. Charles going so far as to lock himself in his room with a pointed stick, jabbing anyone who dared to open it, after he had broken his leg. Her desire to keep Charles in the dark was no surprise either. The very last thing they needed was for him to attack every man who so much as looked at Anne wrong in the hopes of locating her attacker. 

“I have no intention of telling Charles, but we will have to find some make-up to hide this from him if he comes sniffing.” Words wouldn’t be needed if he so much as caught a glimpse of her face. The poor lass looked as though she had gone twelve rounds with a professional boxer, for all he knew that was exactly what had happened. “I know you are not keen on the hospital Anne, but if this swelling gets worse we will have to get you to some form of medical professional. For all we know your eye socket could be shattered or something.” 

Setting the now partially bloodied cloth on the table, he picked up the tube of anti-septic cream and very carefully rubbed it into the cuts, taking care not to harm her further. There was no use in attempting to get any more information out of her about her attacker, when her mind was made up on something there was no chance of trying to convince her otherwise.