#;;captain

[tinkxrisms-moved]

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[fulfillingwishes]

                         piraticalwit  was granted a wish.

                “ A full grown man bickering with a bunch of little boys,                    I’d say there’s something  WRONG  with your head. “

[fulfillingwishes]

piraticalwit gets tagged in an actual thing

             She was stuck, and she hated it. She didn't like ships to begin               with and this one she disliked more than most, for she knew               what came with it. It was a package deal. Where the ship went               — the Captain followed. An extension of his arm that never truly               left his side. Not to mention the fact that the way she'd been quite               literally dragged here was clearly not to her satisfaction. Her jaw               locked, teeth clenched together as she stayed seated in the middle               of the room on the wooden floors. Her hands bound together behind               the pillar and her legs roped together expertly. 

                            Those who'd captured her were long gone already, taking                               along something that she recognized as a bottle of rum.                              The stench was overwhelming below the deck. Her throat                              burned with insults she was ready to throw out at the sight                              of anyone who dared approach her.  

                    " Are you just going to leave me here?! " 

           Frustrated huffs were aired as she tried to struggle her way out            of the tight ropes. Her lips now pursed together as a clear sign            of displease. More colorful curses escaped lips, stringed together            one after the other.

[fulfillingwishes]

       " WHY are you ignoring me, pirate?!                  I'm not  THAT SMALL. "

[fulfillingwishes]

         " You're just not cutting it out as a pirate anymore—                    K n o w anyone else who could do the job? "

[heldthemtogether]

gally

give me a character and i’ll give you a sample of how i’d rp them

Gally knew, from the moment the pain had shot throughhim, radiating outwards from the epicenter that his shoulderhad become, that he did not have the right to feel betrayed.He had watched the light disappear from Chuck’s eyes—Chuck who had been more a child than any of them, stillnew to the Glade, still afraid, but someone who had growncomfortable in the knowledge that they would protect him,that they were his brothers now.

He had betrayed that trust, never had he wanted to harmanother Glader (except Thomas, but indignantly, he stillrefused to accept that traitorous snake as one of them).They had been his family these past three years—his whole life he had never known anything else, and really,even with the idea, the near promise, of lives beyond theharrowing walls of the Glade, he knew that before anyonewho shared his blood, the Gladers were his family. 

He’d never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not Chuck.

So when darkness began to mar his vision, for what hethought was the last time, it felt justified. If he’d done sucha thing before all this, before him, he would have been banished for it anyway (and who were they kidding, banishwas synonymous with execute) and so he didn’t fight it,not really. He watched, as though through dirty glass, asthe Gladers—what was left of them—were dragged out, tofreedom. That should have been the end.

                                 But it wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t, how could he have                                 been so naive as to think that they would simply let                                 him go? Even, it seemed, in death (or what should                                 have been death) they owned him.

When he awakens after what he thought had been his death,his arms and legs are bound to a cold metal table, and thepain is still radiating outwards from that same epicenter, where Minho (Minho, who he had known for three years, worked alongside for three years, not always agreed withbut undoubtedly loved like a brother) had pierced him witha spear.

And yet, somehow, he still doesn’t think he deserves theright to feel such rage against being treated this way—hehad done the unthinkable, whether he had intended to or not, he had broken their cardinal rule, the one that allowed them tohave trust, to feel safe, he had not only harmed, he had killed another Glader, one of his brothers, their youngest, most defenseless of them all.

                                     But rage, and fear, loss, sadness, bitterness and                                     pain overtook him and he let out a single, blood                                     curdling scream—maybe to someone who did not                                     understand what it was to suffer, the noise may have                                     sounded inhuman, but to someone who knew, someone                                     who understood, they would know that this? This pain,                                      this grief, this rage was the most human thing in the                                      world.

          Of course, if only anyone had cared to hear. 

                               (hint: they didn’t)