#cursed treasure

[or-fi-s]

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[domjordanillustration]

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[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

The air was thick with salt and tourists.

Chief Inspector James Norrington stepped off the dock and onto the creaking gangplank of the María Celestina, the so-called “crown jewel” of the harbor’s historical attractions. She was freshly waxed and obnoxiously polished, bobbing smugly in the water as if she wasn’t the scene of a high-profile theft.

He adjusted his sunglasses, not because the sun was in his eyes—but because he could feel a headache forming already.

A museum staffer—young, nervous, probably not used to talking to real police—greeted him near the main deck. “Sir, it—it was just gone this morning. No alarm, no signs of forced entry, nothing.”

James held up a hand. “Save the details. Just… show me the logbook.”

They led him past the velvet ropes and down into the exhibit hall, where a glass display case now sat suspiciously empty. The spotlight still shone dramatically on the void. A plaque below it read:

“Gold Doubloon – Circa 1697. Believed to be part of the Mad Red Corsair’s final plunder.”

Of course it was.

James took the logbook and flipped through the pages with a practiced eye. Names, numbers, mostly tourists. Then, at the bottom of the guest list from the night before:

“Captain Jack S.”

No address. No number. Just that—alongside a doodled compass rose that looked suspiciously smug for an ink drawing.

James glared at the empty display case, the stolen coin already weighing on his mind like a stone. He turned sharply toward Gillette and Groves, his tone biting and impatient. “Find Captain Jack S. I don’t care how—trace his steps, check the docks, question every bloody tourist if you have to. I want him now.” He paused, eyes narrowing.

Both officers stiffened and nodded in unison. “Yes, sir.”

@flighty-sparrow

[letsgethaunted]

In another chaotic (yet educational) installment of LGH, we get our fill of all sorts of haunted loot as we claw our way through the legends to search for lost WWII era gold! Join us as Nat leads Aly on a historical adventure to investigate a rabbit hole so deep it allegedly involves a dictator, a rogue treasure hunter, and even the CIA! This isn’t just another tale of shiny things waiting to be found- it’s a story of war, betrayal, hauntings, and a possible government conspiracy. Buckle the f up Haunties, because today we’re talking about Yamashita’s Cursed Treasure.

[classyfruit]

[INKTOBER '22 - DAY 17 - Salty] "Valuable treasures are rarely unguarded… or uncursed. When you found the 'Cave of the Drowned', there was not a soul there. But that changed as soon as you pulled out your treasure map."

Plot twist - YOU are the treasure. 👑💎✨

[fivipididooda]

Drawings for Inktober 2022 with the wonderful witches of the Weird Eye Collective (instagram @weirdeyecollective). Part 2/2

Fowl, Ponytail, Heist, Tempting, Camping, Farm.

Instagram now @fionavp_animates

[firstlove-thesea]

Cursed Treasure

Throughout the first few years of being a pirate sailing the Seven Seas aboard his very own vessel, it had taken quite some effort and even more rather adventurous escapes to acquire a certain reputation. Namely that of a sparrow, able to find a way out of nigh every situation he'd been confronted with. He'd struggled at times, that was for certain, especially in those times that posed a more significant threat than others, but he had always survived and that name had persisted.

And soon enough, Captain Jack Sparrow had become known - if not infamous - for escaping whatever danger thrown his way and, on occasions, even death. There were countless of rumors, some of which Jack had started himself, some closer to what had actually happened than others, and yet the one that seemed to stick with most was the tale of a former merchant captain vanishing from under the eyes of six or seven agents of the East India Trading Company. That and a rather... amusing tale involving sea turtles.

Though Jack didn't mind any of them. Could have been far worse than that and where was the harm in having a bird as his namesake anyway? A name he had, quite honestly, come to like over the years.

Once or twice he had caught himself wondering what it might feel like to actually have wings, but before long, he had pushed those thoughts off his mind again. For while a pair of wings might have come in handy at times, it was downright impossible.

Or so he had thought until he'd woken from an rum induced sleep only to find the whole of his left arm replaced by a feathers...

A bloody wing was where his arm should have been, reaching from his shoulder all the way down to where his fingers used to be. Feeling its soft tissue beneath his fingertips did nothing but add to his confusion and utter horror and even pinching himself did not prove as effective as he'd hoped...

If anything doing that only helped to make one fact all the more clear: he wasn't asleep! That blasted wing was as real as the terrible headache plaguing him.

"Oh bugger..." Sparrow cursed under his breath as he stood, staring at his reflection in the mirror he kept in his cabin.

It was the sound of footsteps approaching that pulled the pirate back to reality and even though he had not heard the door to his cabin open in the first place, he figured he must simply have missed it as he was too absorbed... too paralyzed and utterly horrified by what he saw in that mirror.

"Master Gibbs," Jack frowned. "Have you or have you not received orders not to let anyone disturb me?!"

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

[soulhalberder]

The real yorse was the friends we made along the way