Hey guys, long time no see. (Again, crap)
I’ve tried coming back here multiple times and it never worked out for some reason. I always felt blocked in one way or another but RP has been a big part of my life for 2 years and I really miss it so much.
I would like to give it one more try but with a different approach. This has been a hard decision for me because I have so many fond memories of this account and there’s so many threads here that mean the world to me. The whole story with Julian? I love it more than anything. The first ever thread I did? The trash squad? Every thread with Jack I have? Ariel being lovely? Vampire drama? The many threads I started with my dearest Chevalier. That’s why I’m not deleting this account.
But I need a fresh start.
So I compiled my boys (with some additions) on a new, multi-muse blog and I sincerely hope that this helps. Sorry for disappearing again, I miss you all. So much. And I hope this can help restore my motivation in one of my favorite hobbies. So if you’re stll up for writing with my idiots... give me a follow over there <3
Amaya Thomas stood in the spacious and ornate ballroom of Governor Swann’s mansion and fanned herself. Jamaica never had any shortage of hot weather, and she was thankful that she had chosen to wear a gown that was both light-colored and airy. Even with the windows fully opened it was dreadfully stuffy.
To the right of her was a display of several paintings, many of them either portraits or scenery. Apparently, Governor Swann was fond of art, and he was aware that there were some talented artists in Port Royal. He was hosting an art show and contest, in which Amaya was entered, though it wasn’t exactly with her knowledge or consent.
Some of the women of Port Royal could be quite persistent but not as persistent as their fathers when looking for a suitable husband. And once his proposal to Elizabeth had failed so dramatically, it didn’t take long for the whole little town to know. And he would have been quite embarrassed by that, had it not been for the sheer annoyance that came with too many people making advances now.
It wasn’t a new thing, he was, after all – in the words of Elizabeth – a fine man. James Norrington may not have been as sure of it himself but what felt like half of Port Royal’s population seemed to be. Perhaps he was overreacting, perhaps there were only a few of them but he felt like he was drowning when he still was not quite over what had happened between him and Elizabeth Swann.
So an event like this one, well, it seemed like pure torture and for a moment he considered not going at all to begin with. And idea he quickly threw out of the window as it would have been considered very rude. The governor, much likely still feeling bad about his daughter’s reaction, had even encouraged him to go. So his professionalism won over and he went, danced with a few dashing young ladies (could practically feel their disappointment as he fled as soon as a chance provided itself), avoided meeting Elizabeth’s gaze and indulged in perhaps a little more wine than he should have.
But for the most part, James found himself looking at the various paintings. He was after all quite fond of art, had attempted to draw things he came across on his ventures as well but in his opinion had failed at it. And while he did enjoy drawing, he instead he indulged in art in a different manner. As a man deeply interested in the world and traveling it, seeing as much of it as he could, one painting did catch his eye. A beautiful landscape, mountains so high they might lead right to god’s doorstep and the skill of the artist was incredible.
But when he noticed a young lady (who he already had the pleasure to dance with three times) approaching in the corner of his eye, James decided that it was time to go. Of course he couldn’t leave the event, instead he soon found himself sitting at the fountain outside, twirling a glass of wine in his hand absently – because of course he had brought it, being in as much of a hurry to escape as he was.
It was nice outside, a little bit cooler than by day and just so much quieter. His peace was short-lived, however, when he saw another woman approaching. James already braced himself for a question but said question never came. Instead she assured him that he had not been the reason for her to wander outside. He sighed in relief. “Oh thank god.” he quickly realized what he had said, his eyes widening. “My apologies that was improper. Please, feel free to stay. It’s not my fountain after all; therefore I can’t claim it for myself.” James chuckled a little and gestured for her to sit down as well.
He truly didn’t mind her presence, it was clear that she had not lied earlier and he didn’t have a hard time believing her words. She seemed to be pleasant company and he wondered what had brought her here, to the event as well as out here. While James recognized most people there, he wasn’t sure if he had seen her before but he wasn’t aware of any new arrivals either.
For a little while he didn’t say anything, just enjoyed his surroundings and the calming sound of the water behind him, not much different than he had before her arrival but he couldn’t help wondering about the girl in the blue dress with the sunset hair. “I don’t know if I have seen you before…” he began, sounding more like he was talking to himself rather than directly approaching her. James then turned his head to look at her. “Forgive me the question but may I ask what you happen to be escaping from?”
{ Somewhat plotted starter for @morpheoussilvercreature }
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Honestly he should have expected it by now, especially after the countless warnings he skillfully had ignored because rent just wasn't a priority of his anymore. The man who had rented the room to him by no means was a bad man, in fact he'd been very patient but James had gone too far at last and now he was left with nothing but a few coins left in his pocket yet again.
He banged his fists against the wooden door once more but it was of no use. It seemed as if the man had resorted to ignoring him so James sighed and gave up. Sleeping on Tortuga's streets was not a very smart move, you may wake up robbed of everything you owned or not at all and he was anything but liked among the people of Tortuga.
He left then but not without telling this man to go to hell and thought about what he would do now. It wasn't a hard decision to make at all and looking for a place to stay the night certainly was not what he was going to do, it was the only thing that could possibly brighten his mood: Spending the little coins he had left on cheap drinks till he didn't have to think anymore.
A tavern was chosen at random and if he was completely honest, he was not in the mood to stay there. It was loud and full of people he'd rather not spend any time with, if he stayed he'd probably get into a fight by the end of the night. So he just got a bottle of what was cheapest, took a relieved sip and made his way to the exit. He'd grown to enjoy the burning feeling down his throat even if the taste was terrible.
On his way out though, he kept his head low to avoid trouble and ran into someone, the botte slipped out of his hand at the impact and hit the floor where it shattered into pieces. "Pay attention to where you're going!", he snapped at the woman infront of him and cringed at the waste of his drink and money even if it most likely was his own fault anyway. "Look at what you've done!"
James gestured to the mess of shattered glass and liquid on the floor. Perhaps he was overreacting but god was he in a bad mood to begin with and he absolutely needed a drink now. Why was he always so unlucky?
It didn’t take very long for James to make the connection, no matter the rum in his system and even if the story did seem too fantastic to be real, he knew better than that these days. It was her story and he allowed her to talk, allowed her to finally reveal something about herself in her own way. He did appreciate it and perhaps even if she did not admit it to herself, she needed to tell it.
The beginning almost seemed nice, reminded him of what could have been, had his dear Elizabeth not fallen for William instead but the story soon took a dark turn anyway.
He took another swig. “I don’t fear you.” Foolish perhaps but he really didn’t, not after the past hours they had spent together. He rather enjoyed her company and she was only half as bad as the rumors at port made her out to be. “I’m not one to talk about honor, not anymore. But I was and men like these deserve to rot in hell.”
James looked at the fire in front of him, mesmerized by the flames and the pure power it held within itself. “A lot of men are idiotic fools.” James laughed. “As a man myself I can confirm that. I knew a woman not much different once; intelligent, beautiful, strong… having her aboard was the opposite of a bad omen. You’d want her on your ship. I suppose you two would get along well.”
And before he could stop himself, he was already thinking about her again. He couldn’t escape the past, he never would and if he wasn’t careful it would be the death of him. “I wonder how she is, if she got married yet? How the wedding was…” James shook his head and gripped the bottle tighter “Never mind, I am getting ahead of myself. Perhaps it’s time to sleep? After all that is what I came here for… as well as some interesting company, of course.” he grinned playfully. “Witch.”
// OH MY GOD I FOUND MY PASSWORD. So I know I've been gone™ and I hope I didn't piss anybody off bc I love you all but does anybody still wanna write with me again? I missed my boys <3
//Ladies and Gentlemen it's been a hot minute. I know. I honestly don't even know how so much time passed so quickly and I was really nervous to log back on here again after such a long time because I feel really bad about disappearing again . Uni plans for being a Vet didn't work out, I now have a proper job with a nice fixed schedule so I'm hoping to sort things out now.
Please, everyone I write with, I love you guys and I hope it didn't come off like I didn't care about you and our threads because I do, a lot.
I'm going to start digging through my drafts now and hopefully everything soon will be back to how it was. I miss writing with you all so, so much <3
Henry squeaked in a shrill tone of panic Directed back toward their Scientific genius little friend who had once again been tinkering with the Time Jerker’s old time portal. The one Ray said he wasn’t suppose to touch. The one that Ray said he wasn’t suppose to touch and now poor Henry Hart was plummeting into the ocean in another time!
MAN OVERBOARD!
The blonde teen from the future had no idea where or when he had ended up, but at the moment, splashing into the drink from such a height ( Henry must have looked to be an angel falling from the sky, how strange ) might’ve knocked the young hero for a wallop. His screaming ceased and the ship not too far off could see the body floating among the waves when it surfaced again.
“ Sir! The thing! The thing that fell from the sky! It’s a boy! There is a boy in the water!” Familiar words for a much different situation, as one of the Admiral’s officer’s cried for leadership in the situation.
James let out a sharp breath as they continued to bicker with each other. Henry's friend or whatever he may have been annoyed him much more than he would like to admit and he attempted to keep a straight face but one could easily tell he was not really calm at all.
But he kept his professional facade up, for Henry. He had promised himself he'd try to get the boy home and this was their best chance of doing so now. The strange boy couldn't stay here, he may have helped them a lot but he wasn't fit for this life, would only mean more trouble on the long run.
"Oh so you finally decide to listen to what I have to say? Or are you too busy laughing?" he muttered, more aimed at Ray than Henry though.
"I'm glad to hear you actually do care about your friend coming home, tiny man." James told him, and went over to his table to double check their current position on the map. He then proceeded to give them their current coordinates, curiosity returning to his voice again while he waited for what would happen next.
Perhaps it was time for a goodbye now. "You are a strange boy Henry but I enjoyed your presence. It was like a breath of fresh air and I will always be thankful for your help."
In the short period of time he’d spent here, James actually had gotten to know Tortuga quite well. He may have avoided talking to the scoundrels there other than picking a fight occasionally but he watched. He knew the people who were there and he knew the regulars at the tavern he favoured. Partly for self-preservation, it made him aware who to avoid.
And she was not one of those people, he had not seen her there before. A Spanish woman, dark hair and fierce looking. He’d been watching her for a while and for some reason couldn’t bring himself to forget about it. She was a pirate herself, no doubt and perhaps she would hate him just like about most of Tortuga’s population.
James took a sip from his rum, mind wandering a bit but kept an eye on her as he leaned on the bar for support. He was tired and intoxicated, nothing unusual for him nowadays.
The former Commodore knew exactly who this woman was, how could he not? He’d spent his life chasing pirates such as her, learning about them in the process. Maybe that’s why he felt drawn to her in the first place, why he wanted to talk to her at all, because he had decided that she was interesting and because she was different from the usual good-for-nothing rascals you found around here.
The air in the Tavern was heavy and warm as he ordered another two drinks and finally made his way towards her. To the woman who was none other than Esmeralda. Esmeralda Maria Consuela Anna de Sevilla. Pirate Lord. Captain of the Venganza. Former noble woman but a pirate nonetheless. And a welcome distraction from what he called his life now.
He tried to even out what was left of his uniform as he stood, though there was not really a point anymore. James smiled as he approached her. “Good evening Miss, may I offer you something to drink?”, he held out the cheap wine he had brought for her. “And what would a lady such as yourself do in a shabby place like this?” He figured even a pirate like she was would have higher standards. Did she know who was standing there in front of her? He couldn’t tell.
Their eyes met again and he didn't know what had gotten into himself but he was glad to hear he hadn't offended her. Because it was nice to be with someone for once, someone who didn't hate him, someone who didn't treat him like a horrible person.
Whether or not was a different question but he did not care at this very moment. He didn't need to care anymore, his past life was long gone now and maybe he had needed her to realize that. "I'm glad."
If they could be happy for only tonight, what was the point in trying to prevent it? "I-" he didn't get to finish when her lips met his again. He didn't object, kissed her back as well as he could as drunk as he himself was. But enjoyed it, perhaps this was what freedom was like.
Only when he needed air he broke the kiss and chuckled a little. "How terribly rude of you to interrupt me." he teased. "I was going to say I like you too but maybe I changed my mind." He gave her a lazy smile in the dim light and looked at her through half closed eyes.
To his own surprise he almost regretted that he had been drinking. He felt much more tired than he would like to be in a situation like this one. But then again, who knew if he would have met her if he hadn't.
The sun was slowly disappearing into the horizon and soon James would be mostly alone on deck once the crew would retire at last. He never would have expected to find himself aboard the peal, at least not without her being in the hands of the crown. No, he was a member of her crew now, and as much as he hated to admit it, it technically made him a pirate.
He knew he should sleep soon, Sparrow would attempt to make his life especially hard again tomorrow but yet he knew he would find himself unable to sleep and he didn’t even have any stale rum to help. James tried to enjoy a few moments of peace here and there as soon as he could and he was not particularly popular amongst the crew either so he liked to avoid them if possible.
The sea was rather calm that evening, he noted, and he was leaning against the railing, staring into the cold darkness under them, deeply lost in thoughts. So lost in thoughts that he failed to realize he wasn’t alone anymore.
As first mate of the Black Pearl, Joshamee Gibbs was used to taking the helm at times when everyone else would retire for the day. He was used to see live on deck slowly fade as most of the crew disappeared belowdecks to get some rest and catch some well-deserved sleep. Sparrow had disappeared into his cabin eventually and supposedly indulging in much more of his beloved drink than was good for him before falling asleep, but Gibbs couldn’t do the same.
It was his duty to steer the ship through the night and he was determined to do that. Not that he would have been able to sleep anyway. Not with the horrors chasing that ever so present on his mind. The kraken, the crew of the Flying Dutchman - including her Captain - and especially that Voodoo priestess Jack seemed so desperate to set sail for caused the superstitious sailor many a sleepless night.
Watching the former Commodore from where he stood at the helm, he could only imagine what was keeping the man from his much needed sleep. Passing the helm on to Cotton for a couple of moments, Joshamee made his way down the stairs and over to James, unaware of the fact that he was lost in thoughts.
“Sun’s ‘bout to set.” Gibbs stated, simply. “Most of the crew have settled down for the night. What’s it that keeps you awake, hmh?”
James hadn't noticed Gibbs joining him and it took him a few seconds to react. He turned to look at the older man slowly, slightly surprised he would come and talk to him.
Gibbs was a good man, he knew that deep down but yet he was unsure how much to tell him. Because while they had sailed together before years ago, Gibbs was a pirate now. Not particularly trustworthy in his opinion and he couldn't allow himself to show any weakness when there were pirates all around him.
He shrugged. "I doubt sleep will come easy tonight." he admitted but deliberately stayed vague and looked away to stare at the sea again. "Forgive me the assumption but I believe I'm not exactly popular amongst the crew. I would rather retire after them."
And James liked Gibbs, more than most others aboard the Pearl. Maybe it was the memories, maybe it was because the other man hadn't met him with hostility when he joined the crew. But even if he liked Gibbs despite him being a pirate, that did not mean that Gibbs liked him. "Why do you care?" he muttered.
// I’m sorry for yet another excuse but as if 2020 wasn’t bad enough my grandma who I love a lot and have lived with for the past year got a less than fortunate diagnosis recently. I haven’t been able to do a whole lot and I love you all a lot but I’m not sure how much I will be able to write in near future. I will try, of course, since it usually helps to get my mind off it but yeah... I’m sorry.
James very much despised this foul place but it was the only place that came to mind when he had resigned his position. It seemed to be a great place to hide from the law, a great place to drown all of his sorrows in cheap liquor. A thing he had actually been doing since his arrival.
He got himself in trouble more often than not, sometimes it was the fact that people knew who he was, sometimes it was simply his big mouth and so it happened that he had more than once unintentionally sometimes very intentionally had started a bar fight.
This was one of these days but there were simply too many men for him to beat them all so they kicked him out in the end but not before giving him a bloody nose in the process. And maybe, maybe James had been provoking them too but he wouldn’t admit that. They had started first, calling him all kinds of names and making fun of the previous scourge of piracy - a title that now made him cringe - now drinking among them, while he just wanted to enjoy the burning sensation of rum down his throat in peace. What was he supposed to do? Of course he talked back and drew his sword when the anger took over.
But now he was sitting on the ground outside of the Tavern he had not too long ago stirred some trouble in and was busy holding his nose and trying to keep blood from getting on his clothes as he silently cursed these goddamn scoundrels and the town as a whole along with everyone in it. He was too focused on himself and his bloody nose to notice the woman approaching.
“I hate this god forsaken place.” he muttered to himself.
She seemed nice, almost too nice and he was beginning to grow even more suspicious by the second. Despite the possibility of the rum impairing his system, he trusted his feeling. The people around here usually did not tend to treat him like this, not even the women attempting to sell their services. But then again, did he really care?
James Norrington had stopped caring long ago and if he were to be completely honest, he was curious what exactly her intention was as well. A decision was made rather quickly, he would come with her. "How... kind of you." he said and raised an eyebrow as she pulled him up.
He followed her through the crowds, stumbling and swaying a little, attempting to avoid contact with any of the scoundrels. Needless to say Sapphire did it much more gracefully than he ever could.
Once the door was closed behind them he looked around, it wasn't a bad place for sure, more than sufficient for her surely and once the serving girl had disappeared to get the water, James turned towards Sapphire. "There is something about you..." he began and tilted his head, squinting a little. "I may look the part but I am no fool, Sapphire. Tell me, what is it that you want from me?" he asked bluntly with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
“This—this doesn’t make sense,” Claire stated rather firmly, though the underlying sense of dread was there. This didn’t make any logical sense in the least. The battle ships. The men in uniform. Replaced with—-what? A replica of what once was?
“Excuse me,” she called out to a man going her opposite way. “Do you know where naval command is?” At least command would be able to explain what in the world was going on—right?
James looked at her, waiting for an answer and when she finally gave it to him he was surprised. Out of all the things he expected, the strange woman asking for his name was not one of them. But he now realized that if he wanted her to truly trust him, his name was the only thing he could offer. "James." he told her. "My name is James."
"Your turn." he then added, already beginning to walk again. They could not afford losing any time and he, quite honestly, would not mind sitting down soon. "Judging from your expression, 'wench' is not what you would prefer either."
By the time he had finished talking, he already guided her up some old wooden stairs next to an equally old building till they stood in frond of a door. James unlocked it with shaky hands after missing the the keyhole a few times and held the door open for her. It was a room he had rented - despite his usual tendency to waste his money on other things - after somehow managing to befriend the owner.
"My apologies, I usually don't have any visitors." he admitted and looked down, wating for her to step in. It wasn't very big, had a bed in the back right corner and a little table with two chairs. There was a window he usually kept closed as well and some candles as well as one oil lamp. On the table lay a journal he attempted to keep with a quill and some ink.
And while he had attempted to keep it tidy at first, he had stopped caring by then, a few empty bottles to be found all over the place - on the table and even the floor.
