#ingeniumignis

[pastdriven-blog]

@ingeniumignis  ♡’ed.

           ❛     When the king brands us pirates,      he doesn't mean to make us adversaries.     ❜

[praemicavi]

         ❝ the fuck happened to you? ❞ years in exile hadn’t made for a particularly skilled socialite.  it was normally his disposition to lurk quietly at the edges of any gathering, gleaning pieces of conversation and staring plainly at any gaze which turned his way ( he didn’t need to glare - not when his disfigurement struck nervousness in most individuals ).  but the red-haired woman, clearly bruised, clearly pummeled far beyond a typical brawl, had drawn enough attention for him to speak.

@ingeniumignis​ ♥’d

[truepowr]

     “ you’re probably wondering why am i not in the sea opposed to this... tub of yours. ” her legs are bent at midway, partially her tail hanging over the surface. candle light reflected upon cerulean and lavender scales. other than her head and arms, it’s the only bit of her body visible above the surface. she smiles at anne upon seeing the red haired woman. “ if i told you it’s because in here smells like you, would you believe me? ”

— ✧ @ingeniumignis​​┊anne. sc.

[sicutcanis]

Fingers TAP TAP TAP on the desk before him. He is BROODING, and has been for days ( perhaps, were he to admit it to himself, even longer than that! ). A scoff falls from his lips and he rolls his eyes -- an answer to several hypothetical conversations running through his mind simultaneously.         The door to his quarters opens and a scowl is set as Jack readies himself to BARK at the intruder --- how DARE they enter without his permission, without knocking even! He is still Captain after all. Though perhaps it is true that he could POSSIBLY be found LACKING as of late, he will not stand for this outright display of disrespect! There is only so much one can do whilst becalmed, after all.        But all at once the fight goes out of him when he sees it is HER, and he slumps further in his seat as his gaze darts everywhere BUT. He finds himself rather keen to avoid looking at her, as he also finds the knots tying themselves in his stomach are WORSE NOW than they had ever been when Anne had been with Max.         ❝ Is there something you needed? ❞   The words are uttered begrudgingly, halfhearted. Damn that ever so pressing need of his to never keep his mouth shut! 

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[piraticblood]

starter call | @ingeniumignis

❝ Steel? ❞ Dark eyes glance aside at the item he’s commenting on, a CRITICAL gaze... before he shrugs, raising a tankard to his lips. ❝ Looks poor quality. ❞ 

      Some time has been given to spend time on land before they embark once more, and Will has been sitting (part slouching) in a tavern, listening to a sword-based conversation going on close by. A merchant, trying to push a victim customer into buying his crude wares (easiest to do in this environment, where drink will cloud detailed judgement). He couldn’t resist the comment -- as well as his usual morals, a BLACKSMITH’s pride still affecting him, even now. 

          ❝ That’ll break as soon as you swing it; even someone untrained could make better themselves, given the right materials. No one in their right mind would pay for it. ❞

[huntpirates]

     ☾.     @ingeniumignis  liked  for  a  starter

The years have blessed Salazar with experience.  The more pirates he’s hunted, the more skilled he’s become at identifying them.  Vermin.  He sees no reason to keep them alive, much less to allow them the privilege of a trial.  This woman has caught his eye  --  and he intends to verify who she truly is.

❛ Are you a sailor? ❜  A rather  confrontational  question it is, but he cannot help but  wonder,  being so close to Tortuga..  a wretched source of piracy.  ❛ May I ask where your crew is? ❜

[immobiliter]

@ingeniumignis.

      Gunpowder burned her throat, her lungs, her eyes. She was no stranger to it on the battlefield, on solid land as she prepared to charge onto the front lines and take on her opponent -- and, as she’d discovered, at sea the premise was largely the same. The captain had authority over the crew, ordering them not to surrender to the sight of the black on the horizon ( pirates. also rather a novelty to her ) and prepare to fight, and almost instinctively Mark had fallen into step with his comrades, fetching shot and doing all he could in spite of his lack of nautical expertise.

      But the ship was eventually taken, the hull breached enough for there to be no choice but to raise the white, hoping for a surrender that included quarter. Grappling hooks were thrown and attached, raucous figures both swung and jumped across the decreasing gap between the two vessels and, for the first time, Mary felt a pang of fear in her chest that she’d never once felt on the battlefield. For some reason, this was different. When on the battlefield, she hadn’t feared her death -- a certainty if the enemy got too close -- but never had she been a prisoner before. These men could do whatever they liked with her ( admittedly, the veil of her disguise afforded her some protection. she wasn’t a woman here who could be thrown to the men for their pleasure ), and she therefore knew that she needed to think on her feet.

      Then again, these pirates were different, too. They didn’t follow rules as she had for the majority of her life. They operated outside of the law completely.

      As the majority of the men were herded together by the pirates, weapons removed and left as sitting ducks whilst the ship’s hold was looted, Mary managed to catch one of the men’s eye -- a redhead, whose gaze almost seemed to bore straight through her as he approached. Unconsciously, from so many years as a soldier, she straightened up her posture at once.

      ‟ Mark Read, sir. ” Her name hadn’t been asked for, but she thought to offer it anyway. Surely there was a chance that she might charm these... pirates into letting her on board, if only until they reached shore and she could bolt. ‟ Dare I ask what pirate ship this is? It’s my first voyage. Didn’t think a pirate attack would happen on the first go. ”