#ofblacksails

[travaiil-a]

Pearl isn't rosy cheeks pinned back with golden curls in neatly pressed frocks of colours dyed deep into satin and lace. No, Pearl is a maw dripping black over teeth turned to fangs waiting to bite the hand that feeds her. Pearl is gnashing and reeling and pitching waves throwing squalls over decks of tar hardened wood warmed with sun and anger beneath black damask and raging, obsidian eyes. && she isn't smiling, standing like some Calypsonian goddess before Edith now.

She stood before her, a passenger on these decks as any man who watched them, golden curls pinned neatly beneath her hat as the salty sea air tugged at the soft violet cloth that made up the dress she wore. They were so different on the outside, but they recognized exactly what the other was without question.

Blue eyes breaking from the other’s obsidian gaze, she glanced back at the lifeboats, pieces of her brought aboard without the ship’s consent, it wasn’t a question as to why she was hostile. So she relented, one goddess paying respect to another to keep what little peace was left aboard these decks.

[piratelcrd-blog]

@ofblacksails

                          The Pearl --------- Jack felt a rush of exhilaration the moment he stepped foot back onto her deck. This was the ship he’d sold his soul for, the ship he’d chased half-way around the world. Abruptly, it felt like coming home. No other vessel -- and he’d crewed, captained or sailed on his fair share -- had ever felt as right as his beloved Pearl. Gentle, adoring hands caressed the smooth wood of her starboard railing, smiling as she creaked deep in the belly of her hull. A familiar, very much missed, presence sidled up behind him and the Captain’s grin widened, flashing gold in the Caribbean sun. 

“Missed me, darling?” Jack drawled, turning with a flourish, his eyes scanning Pearl’s form, instinctively searching for any sign of damage, just as he’d done her true form. “Must say, you gave me quite a chase ------ one would almost think you were fond of Barbossa.” It was spoken in jest -- mostly; they’d always shared a rather remarkable bond, he and Pearl, one of mutual respect, understanding and a great deal of affection. He could even argue that Pearl was the one thing he’d ever truly loved --- watching the flames consume her as she sunk into the waves, watching Hector sail her away from him (not once, but twice) had broken him in a way little else ever had. 

[thefastestship]

☠ ☠ ☠ — ofblacksails

“And you and I are no strangers to betrayal, are we?” Adamaris asked, raising her eyebrow at the other woman, in almost a challenge. She’d developed a sense of mistrust for those around her, and the Black Pearl was no exception to the rule. If anything, Adamaris trusted the pirate ship less than any other.

[travaiil-a]

//What if, when Jack was on the Endeavour, he could see Eedee? This beautiful young woman who would just linger in the corners and watch the goings on. Beckett can see her but he ignores her because when he doesn’t she argues with his methods. She is the ship, she is the Endeavour herself and yet Beckett does his very best to convince himself that she's just a ship, that she has no soul of her own.

But Jack can see her, and when he's left alone in the state room, for a brief moment he speaks to her. And she is just stunned, absolutely stunned because it has been so long since someone has spoken to her.

And what if he thought of her as the Endeavour was sinking, this beautifully tragic woman, killed for actions not her own. And it makes him treasure Pearl just a little bit more.