#blastbeard

[jackalgirl]

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My brain just shut down.

[sumokun]

Now this was a blast of a discovery. Blastbeard from Rocket Arena, a big chubby pirate with an explosive personality. So of course i had to draw him.

[luna-kanin]

THE FIRST PAGES OF BLACKBEARD’S JOURNAL

June 20th, 1716

As I write this entry now my ship is sinking, I the captain of this ship; Captain Jack “Blastbeard”  will attempt to swim to safety after my ship “Lunar Divine” goes over. I have dedicated myself long to her and to see her go before me to the Abyssal Grave. I have made so that the end of my journal is at the beginning as that should be read before the other pages to show that my legend will go on. My crew is dead, and I will probably be hung when I hit shore. To my wife I leave everything I have hidden in the where we live, there’s a patch in the earth, and you know where it is, Thaddeus and Abigail, I love you dearly, though I have never shown it I have always loved you. I want you three to take a share, Laura, I want you to give the children a larger share but please take enough to continue supporting them until they reach the age until they can fend for themselves and move out.

 June 26, 1716

I was ashore for a while, taking my time until the military of this state would take me prisoner, and the wait wasn’t long. I was taken into shackles and tossed into the prison with nothing but this journal to give a few days later after my most likely death, due to my groveling. I hated having to do it but this was the only way to continue writing inside it, it was demeaning, they made me drop to my knees and beat me until I begged it’s terrible having to hear a man as strong as me beg.

I love you all and I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I am sorry for never showing my appreciation, showing up home drunk and constantly complaining. I don’t expect forgiveness but I do hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. If you decide to re-marry I wouldn’t blame you, the children could have a father to look up to and say proudly “I love my dad” without looking scared. Beyond that I was glad to be your husband, I don’t know how you put up with me but I’m glad you did.

I cannot leave a will but I’m certain that will be no worry to you, please use the treasure as you need and make sure the children grow healthy. As for you, my dear, dear Laura please does yourself a favor and do not worry about me, I am to be hung in 2 weeks as it turns out this military has been the one I’ve been sinking ships, looting them, and taking their men and turning them into traitor.

 June 29th, 1716

      The food they have served me was terrible, dried roasted fish and the scales were not even stripped from it, eviscerated but not scaled. Tasting constant charred thick flakes as it mingled with bitter meat lasted me a while as well as near rotten aptonoth. I drank warm milk but that would wash down the fish quite easy and give it just a bit of creamy flavor. For the aptonoth I’d recommend marinating it with whiskey sauce as they seemed to be highly accustomed to serving here. You will have to make a recipe yourself as I am constantly refused the recipe given the hogwash excuse “You’ll be sending it to your home to make a profit.” Breakfast is rather boring, a usual served egg from gargwa left out to be cooked by the sun itself. Usually the yolk breaks and spills over, not the best way to eat but it goes quite well with the stale bread and gives it taste, though that is usually done away with by one merciful drink; nulberry juice.

June 4th, 1716

      It is nearing the time I approach the gallows, they have told me to make this journal entry as long as possible so that I can make use of my time, the rotten bastards taunted me day and night, constantly going on about how “The Great Blastbeard, forced to swim and then captured like a filthy bilge rat!”  The ink and quill they gave me are shabby yet I am making by, hopefully this stuff is eligible when you read it. I decided to ask for an “audience” by what they call it, and once at the king I begged and pleaded, even to try hornswoggling them into letting me free by giving them service and serve under their military but they were sure that I’d “Dance the Hempen Jig” from a belayed noose.

My mark was laid upon that land as the days I had spent there; I had blasted at the earth to something they couldn’t repair, I tossed the earth that came from my blasts to the briny depths, so that even if they tried to fix it, it’d desecrate their home more, I’m proud of that. The world may be cruel out on sea for me and now, but for you I hope its fair winds blow upon you and children to give you happiness. Please give them hope and love that I could not.

 June 9th, 1716

I love you all.