#maresepulcrum

[hatescorsetsa]

                 i’ve  heard  that  sound  before,  lost  in  thought,  she  hadn’t    the     slightest     recollection     of    speaking     these    words     aloud.     THUD.      THUMP.      CRACK  !    davy     jones      was     near,      approaching      rather    promptly     on     their     capture.      for    the    first     time,     she’d     been    brought     aboard     the     dutchman,     held     captive,    nonetheless.      she    could     immediately     sympathize     with    will,    the    atmosphere     of    such    a    damned    ship    was    brutal,    enough     to     fill    your     lungs     with    the     rotting,     barnacle     engulfed     deck.     nor     the     fearsome,     ferocious     sting     of     a      heartless      wrench      in      each     crew’s     eyes.      her    own     two    eyes     witnessed     an     act    of    violence     insufferably     similar     to     that     will     had     described     living    through.     the    whip     at    the    worn,     experienced     hands    of    his     cursed      father.     gaze     quickly    averted    to    the    creature     holding     her     in    the    captain’s    cabin.     FRIGHTENED     was     she    not.     vengeful   ?      she    was    eager     to     remind     the     devil     of     his     place,      though     she     could     not     approach    him     in     such    a     manner,     choking    down     the    words     she     wished     to     scorn,    TERRIFY    him     were    painful     than    usual.     for    she    wasn’t     quite    certain    how     long    she     could     disguise     her     temper.

                            it     was      a      sight     to     behold;     as    if     she     were    truly     observing,     inch    by    inch     for     the     first     time,     the     very     features,    detailed,     squid,    rather    octopus     like     figure.     slime    dripped     from     his     scaley     skin     to     the    already     pitiful     floors.     IT    WERE    AS    IF    SHE     WERE     LOOKING    PURE     EVIL    IN    THE     EYES.      still,     there    was    not     one    frightened     bone,    nerve     nor    muscle     in     her    body.     forcefully    ripping     from     the    creature’s     hold,     elizabeth     found     herself    taking    a    couple    steps    toward     the    legend    himself.     dark     orbs    narrow,     brows    concaving     in    anger     &    fury.        “      you’ve    risked    the    lives    of    my    men.     you’re     reasoning     best    justify     your    rash     actions,     davy    jones.     “     

* ｡   ☠️      continued from here.           →       @maresepulcrum.

[rumgone-blog]

it  isn’t  what  jack  sparrow  had  expected .     from  the  day  that  the  wicked  wench  had  been  burnt ,     then  sunken ,     taking  him  with  her ,     he’d  not  intended  for  one  moment  to  honour  the   UNFORTUNATE  AGREEMENT   that  would  bind  his  crusty ,     blackened  soul  to  the  crusty ,     weathered  vessel  of  his  squidliness  himself .     he’d  never  truly  thought  that  after  thirteen  years    (   not  even  thirteen  years  as  captain     !   )     he’d  be  unlucky  enough  to  not  find  his  way  around  such  a  fate .     and  so ,     body  rigid  as  a  mast  but  with  as  much  dignity  he  can  still  produce ,     jack  quickly  rises  from  the  grubby  deck  he’d  been  tossed  upon  so  carelessly .     sticky  palms  are  brushed  off  as  he   WRINKLES   his  nose ,     distress  poorly  hidden  behind  gritted  teeth  in  front  of  the  creature-----   man-----   captain .     captain  creature .    

‘        since  i  have  been  captain  only  roughly  two  years  i’d  like  to  make   ANOTHER  DEAL . . .     i’d  like  to  make  another  deal ,     aye     ?!        ‘

        ⇁      @maresepulcrum​

[studiedstars-blog]

a  look  of  FEAR  could  be  seen  in  her  eyes,  lips  begin  to  part  as  she  STARES  at  the   creature  (  she  didn’t  even  know  what  to  call  it  ).  soft  noises  come  out  of  her  mouth,  but  they  were  only  syllables,  not  actual  words.  ‘  you’re  ---  what?  what  is  it  you  want?  are  you  looking  for  something?  ‘ 

@maresepulcrum​ |  liked for a starter.

[captain-clarice-newheart]

Pirates & Sailors || closed

@maresepulcrum​

A light breeze swept across the docks, dancing with fiery locks while a tall woman and bulky man walked along weathered wood that made up the entire area. Emerald hues took in the sight of a rather large, well-kept ship that had come into port a few hours ago or so. Such a ship could hardly go unnoticed by the pirate captain and so she had waited until she felt it would be a good time to do more ‘research’. She noted it did not fly any flags to indicate it was a vessel under a Queen or King: ‘Perfect,’ the word was but a whisper to her first-mate before she turned to him and told him this would be their next hit when they would be back on the sea.

    “Diga a tripulación.” At that O’Connell left his captain to do as told. Clarice decided to walk along the dock on the other side to get a better idea about how many cannons this Beauty held and possibly gauge the size of Her crew. There of course were several men on deck, tending to their duties, obvious to the redhead assessing the ship. She had half the mind to take the gangplank and ask for a quick tour. Although, just as she was about to step on the wooden bridge she heard boots walking down the dock. Turning around she watched a rather tall man coming her way and by the look of it he was certainly not a crew member.

The woman straightened her posture and offered a ghost of a smile but did not say anything just yet. She waited until he was closer before looking up at the ship and back to him.

       “This yer ship?” She asked, her Scottish accent clinging to her words as she placed her hands upon the hilts of her swords that rested against her hips; her stance was relaxed and non-threatening because the last thing she needed was to set off any alarms.

[obdurare-archive-blog]

maresepulcrum replied to your post: ❝Why don’t you introduce us to your crew?❞ Teague...

Do you know where I can download it? I really want to read these omg

[ I don’t, sadly.  I own physical copies of the books. ]

[likeapiirate-blog]

* & ‘ @maresepulcrum​ ! ’

     yikes. the other’s face, it just ... wow, did the guy give him bad vibes. henry would definitely phrase it differently, but he can’t find words the second his eyes land on the other. realizing his lips have parted and his jaw has slightly dropped, he closes his mouth altogether and clears his throat softly. 

“ah ... is there something i may help you with?” that’s all he can really manage at the moment.

[ghostlyhunterarchived]

@maresepulcrum

Salazar saw the water churning and knew something was going on. Odd things happening was something that was common around these parts, though. So he paid it less attention than a living person would. There was one feeling that he could not shake, however.