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[officercomal-blog]

Just a Taste

He shouldn't have drink that wine. Red, ancient, slightly sweet, dangerous...damn gypsy wine. He knew it was special, Manolo knew that wine was not only delicious but contained special herbs, cinnamon and a pitch of “magic”. It tricked people, it seemed suave in the mouth but in truth it was strong, it went straight up to the head after the fourth sip.

He opened the door slowly, he wasn’t tripping over his feet like drunk men usually did, he was fully aware of his motor functions, which was bad. Manolo decided to sit in a dark corner, if he stayed in his room he knew we would end up drinking more, if he went up the deck the captain might notice and give him a thousand lashes. So he stayed, sat there and waited to sober up...the damn aphrodisiac formula was slowly kicking in as well.

“Mierda...” *he whispers to himself*

Everything was going well...if Lesaro didn’t pass by. Comal looked up, he wasn’t himself anymore, a primal instinct was taking over his heart and mind , a thought came...Lesaro was his friend right? They hangout quite often...What if he surprises him? In a way, he couldn’t escape, in a way he couldn't recognize him at first? He might think it was someone else even? Daring...he felt like lurking in the shadows like a jaguar, and the lieutenant was prey. He waited for a few minutes, not even breathing...When Guillermo was close enough ,he stood up quickly, sneaking behind him. his hand over Lesaro’s eyes, his arm around his torso, immobilizing him. Manolo turns Gui’s head to the side, forcefully but not hurting him...and bit his neck. The sweet spot most people had.

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[belonadreis-blog]

Consequences

She lost her courage.

It’s been 2 months now and Bellona hasn't got the courage to actually say it. Salazar did a good job by keeping it a secret until now, to talk some sense into her stubborn head. She looks at them from a distance, they were talking but she couldn’t make out what it was about.

Her guts turn, she starts biting her thumbnail in anxiety, this whole process has unbalanced her mental health. She went to the local midwife for some guidance, it was definitive, she wasn’t only pregnant but the old lady had a guess it’s going to be twins. Bellona nearly fainted at those news. She denied it for weeks, she wet her sorrows with booze, she screamed, kicked and cried.

She won’t have it, she CAN’T have it. Bea was not wife material, less a mother! What will she do when the belly grows? How she’ll sustain herself?! She won’t be able to fight, brawl or travel. The girl doesn’t even have a house and her income comes and goes! Bellona places her hand on her forehead, sharp breathing.

“I can’t tell him...”

She glances up again, Salazar might be telling him right now for all she knows. God Damn it- She thought. They might force her into settling down, make the kids join the navy...Bea’s life was so dangerous, what will happen to the kids? She won’t be able to protect them, she might even be too absent and in her absence, they will turn into what she hates the most...politics, bureaucrats or worse. If she keeps them she’ll live a miserable life and give up on her lifestyle ,if she doesn’t Lesaro and Salazar will never forgive her, even kill her.

Those thoughts haunted her, Bea starts to panic...something was boiling in her guts, she felt nauseous, it went up. She quickly runs closer to the water and pukes whatever was on her stomach. She leans back, trying to recompose herself.

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[belonadreis-blog]

Blood In The Water

(NSFW/Gore ALERT!)

(PotC!Verse)

What was once a simple pirate ship is now the aftermath of a blood bath. A small group of the crew decided to riot against their Captain and the ones who were still loyal to him, killed, all of them. After the massacre was done, the mutineers started arguing about the partition of spoils, who’d be more suitable for a captain role and even how the new flag design should be done.

Bellona was among them, she didn’t ask much, Bea rather observe as the intrigue took its course. She’d been the most vicious among them and that made the rest of the group rather nervous...and suspicious.

So as the pirate scum they were...the morons decided to “get rid of her”, but only after they rape her of course.

BIG MISTAKE

If they thought Bellona was vicious before, their minds were not prepared for this. She sliced them, pluck out the eyes, bit some ears and other body parts , gave heavy punches and kicks without mercy, breaking bones,  knocked some teeth, dismembered, tortured. When engaged with scenarios as this Bea “changes”, as if in a trance, where she takes the role of a bloodthirsty, unstoppable beast.

“ Who-...Who are you...?”

Said the last man, chained to the mast by her, she left the best part for last.

She leans closer to his face, whispering to him, her hot breath on his ear *chuckle* “When you get to hell, Mister Banks, say Bellona Reis sent ya.”

With those final words, she sliced his belly open, shoving her hands within his entrails, pulling, exposing his inner organs for the world to see.

His eyes turned back, his mouth opened but nothing came out, the pain was so intense he passed out. Bea took a step back, marveled by one of her masterpieces. Usually, when her “work” is done, she takes a pause to “go back her former self” when in this state she can’t hear or comprehend the world normally, her senses intensify and the adrenaline does not allow her to feel pain properly or reason.

She looks past her shoulder only to see the unexpected, a ship had approached her and she didn’t even notice it. How could she?!

Bea was covered in blood,  labored breaths, wounded...her adrenaline was rising up again but she wasn’t planning on attacking the newcomers, for she knew who they were...The Silent Mary and its crew.

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[belonadreis-blog]

~Bésame... Bésame mucho, Como si fuera esta noche la última vez~

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[officercomal-blog]

Adónde vas?

As Manolo organized his things around his quarters that night, he found something he thought was long lost, his precious guitarra. A souvenir from his time with the gypsy caravan, the best family and friends he ever had. The memories were so dear to him, yet it made his heart heavy with sorrow. He used to play it every day.

Since most were dispensed for the night and the ship had found port , the officer took the liberty of taking off his jacket and vest, he then stepped out from this quarter, climbing up the stairs and sitting on a barrel in the middle of the deck. He rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, then gave a weak smile and started tuning the guitar, it had drawings all over and was made of a fine vermillion Paduak wood. Soon after he was fingering the strings once more...it filled his heart with joy. Music...one of the few things he could easily carry around whenever he goes, no one could take it from him.

His eyes wander up, he sees Lieutenant Lesaro passing by, occupied by his own thoughts. That man was very curious to him, the posture, the way the dealt with the crew...that eyepatch. Deep inside he knew Lesaro was no fighter or rude as most think, he knew about his martyr complex, about the shy personality and some things he’s been through.But he wanted more.

Lesaro was about to walk past him, looking straight and apparently paying no mind no Comal. That’s when he strikes. All of the sudden he hits the strings, letting out a loud yet harmonic tune, signing. He wanted to draw attention, he wanted to know it was meant to Lesaro.

“Luna que se quiebra sobre la tiniebla de mi soledad, Adónde vas?”

*Moon that appears over the darkness of my loneliness, where are you going?

His eyes looking past his shoulder, never leaving Guillermo. He wanted to see his reaction so bad. Lesaro could see that as a joke, he could see that as a way of challenging his authority, as a flirt? It didn’t matter. As long as he reacted to his charm, it was worth it. He did another verse, smiling.

“Dime se esta noche tú te vas de ronda como ella se fue?Con quién estás?”

*Tell me if tonight you go patroling/round like when she left? Who are you with?

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