#moonlitmagicmelody

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To catch a thief

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The first thing the disgraced former Commodore realized, aside from the pounding hangover throbbing in his head from all the cheap water downed rum he had consumed, was the fact he was some place very warm..and very dry.

Dry? in the Caribbean?

Bloodshot green eyes snapped open and blurry gaze brought what he could only perceive as a dream.  For he did not recognize where he was nor had he seen a place anything like this.  He groaned.. “ Perhaps rum wasn’t the only thing in my glass.. “  he grunted out, not believing his eyes.

But what had happened?  He could not recall that. He had been far too intoxicated to recall, yet it had been some kind of light that lured him forth.  And that was his last coherent thought.

At least he was awake now.

[exhausted-electron]

"The moon clasps her hand in my hand."

#a-boy-lost-in-cosmos

"What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently? 'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright."

- JOHN KEATS

[bornofsnowandice]

Pivoting quickly, Elsa spun on her heels upon hearing the soft echo of footsteps behind her. There had been steps she was sure of it. She had thought she was alone but clearly her thinking had been flawed.

“Hello?” She called out timidly wondering who she had stumbled upon or had they stumbled upon her? She could feel her magic stir inside of her at the budding feelings growing inside of her. “I can hear you...” She said trying to draw herself up to stand a little bit taller.

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[streetwisetemptress]

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It was a rare opportunity for Esmeralda being able to travel to different countries in her caravan. Her daily life consisted of dancing for coins and outrunning Frollo’s idiotic guards. This certainly was a nice change of pace and she could attempt to have a more pleasant day. Leaving her father alone to protect the Court of Miracles and everyone in it, she had set out in her caravan, traveling to who knows where.

Hours and days have passed since she had traveled further from Paris. Getting some shut eye, the caravan had entered into a desert somewhere between Agrabah and the Land of the Black Sand. But her slumber came to an abrupt stop, when she was jolted off of her bed. “What the hell?”

Raising a brow, the dancer stepped out of her caravan, but shielded her eyes with her arm, from the burning sun, blazing down at her. She headed over to check on one of the wooden wheels that appeared to be lodged deep into the sand. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she stepped to the side and placed her hands just under the caravan and made a fruitless attempt at lifting it up. This couldn’t be done alone and she needed to find someone.

Turning around, the dancer glanced around her surroundings. Just as she figured... It was completely deserted.... Just her luck... She walked over to her mule and untied her mule from the caravan, giving her a few pats on her head, and allowed her to explore the area while she was away. “Stay in the area. I won’t be long.” Not far from her, she could vaguely notice a passage through the rocks. Perhaps there was somewhere there who could help her. At least, she prayed there was. With that, Esmeralda turned on her heel and headed out further into the desert.

[storiesxtold]

@moonlitmagicmelody ❤'d for a starter from Snow

“Melody! Come in, come in.” Snow ushered the girl into the room. “If you’re looking for Neal, I’m afraid he’s spending the afternoon with his sister and niece.”

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“ Oh, good good.  It would seem you’re finally awake.  We weren’t sure you’d pull through.   I am Commodore Norrington, you are aboard his majesty’s Interceptor, who are you, sir? “ He spoke with a strong, upper class, British accent.

James questioned the young man who’d been plucked from the fathoms and kept safe and warm until he’d finally come to.

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(Continued from here)

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Esmeralda gazed up at Mozenrath, extremely thankful for helping her in her time of need. It appeared, magic came to very good use, when needed to flee from the soldiers. “It used to be wonderful and beautiful.” She replied with a sigh, referring to the justice that was ripped out of Paris. Standing to her feet, she mimicked him and crossed her arms over her chest. “Judge Frollo and his soldiers are on a manhunt for me.He believes my people and I are the most heinous of all malefactors. He’s dedicated the last twenty years of his life to eradicate us.”

[storiesxtold]

@moonlitmagicmelody ❤'d for a starter from David

David stood from his desk and placed his hands on hips as he looked at the person who had walked in. “And how can the sheriff’s station help you?”