#ofthehighseas

[survivoirs]

Our muses' are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses' to share a stupid, drunken kiss. (eventually)

Boshaw had to admit that this crew could knock it back. Party it up. He was back some, seated on the railing of the ship nearest the staircase at the stern doing a little people watching. Bottle in hand, Sharky took another swig of rum as he watched Frenchie and Wee John start to do a little bit of jig with a couple others clapping along to provide a beat. The boat was swaying of course, but Sharky didn’t exactly feel like he was about to fall or anything. And yet, the next time he tipped his head back to take a swig, he felt a hand grip at the front of his shirt and tug him forward off the railing and to the other side of the banister. Sharky swayed a bit, hand steadying himself on Izzy’s upper arm for a moment as he found his footing. They were a bit obscured by the railing of the stairs and the dim light of the moon but Sharky could easily make out Izzy’s face as the man yelled at him in that quiet tone he had. Something about what kind of moron drinks of the railing of a ship at night? Or something along those lines. Sharky was paying more attention to the just start of a slurring coming from the first mate’s lips. Good to know even Izzy could enjoy some drink and fun at times. Well fun not so much if the guy was still on his ass about -- not dying.

“Are you drunk, señor?” Ironic considering the lazy way Sharky was smiling at the older man, meaning he himself had had plenty to drink as well. “Look at you. Looking out for me again,” he joked, sighing softly before he swayed backward in his step and bonked the back of his head on the underside of the banister. Sharky cursed under his breath, rubbing at the back of his head as he heard Izzy mutter something like moron. Sharky leaned a bit to look around him, trying to catch sight of the dancing again. He had a few inches over Izzy but the man wasn’t so short that he didn’t obstruct his view a bit. The banister was doing most of the obstructing though. Evidently he was becoming too unfocused because Hands stepped into his space to regain his attention. Sharky grew equally distracted by noticing the way the moonlight cut angles on the other man’s face. 

This time the sway of the boat made Izzy stumble just a bit into Sharky. Boshaw caught him with hands steadying him just above the man’s hips, his bottle still gripped in his right hand. He looked down a bit worried for a few seconds of pondering as he removed his hands. Sharky wasn’t too drunk that he didn’t know how much he might royally regret saying this but just drunk enough he was going to take the risk. He had to know something one way or the other. “If it weren’t for the fact someone might see us --- because I’m pretty sure you’d beat the shit out of me if they did -” he rambled slightly, letting his voice drop to almost a whisper so Izzy could pretend he couldn’t hear him if he wanted to. Sharky visibly tensed a bit, heart racing before he finished with “--I really wanted to ask if I could kiss you...”

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[swallowsandamazons]

@ofthehighseas asked: “Why aren’t you on deck with the crew?” from Izzy

Ely wasn't one for constant noise. They knew very well that that wasn't often a feature of successful pirate... but so far, things had gone surprisingly well. They would wake up early in the morning, before everyone else. That was ridiculously early on a ship but they didn't mind it. The quiet let them get a number of chores done before the hustle and bustle of the ship really came to a crescendo. By the afternoon, they'd essentially finished all of the tasks that needed to be done while everyone else was rushing around, frantically trying to stay on top of things. Occasionally, they'd be needed to tie some ropes or keep watch in the crows nest but mostly their job consisted of making sure that Captain Blackbeard and Mr Hands had everything they needed.

By this point in the afternoon, they were able to avoid the burning heat of the sun and sit in the belly of the boat. They were sat on a barrel, organising their notes and to do lists when they were jump-scared by Izzy speaking. Instinctively, they jumped to the conclusion that they'd done something wrong and were in trouble... even though they'd done all of their tasks for the day.

"I-I didn't want to um get under anyones feet... and I'm mostly done for the day s-so I just thought I'd go over some of the things I've learnt..." They informed, stumbling over their words and anxiously tugging on their sleeves. They forced themselves to swallow back their nerves.

"Do you need anything, sir?

[litehouse]

send me a symbol @ofthehighseas​ asked: 🎵for me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song as a starter // izzy

weak - ajr

“I’m weak.”  Stede agrees.  Weak-hearted, soft-handed, lily-livered.  He knows that he is soft,  often cowardly,  ill-equipped to be a pirate captain...  

At least most people’s idea of what a pirate captain should be.  “And what’s wrong with that?”  But Stede is his own man,  and there is always more than one way to do something.  Who was to tell him that his way was any less valid than Izzy’s?

[fxckin-blackbeard]

“Sleeping is overvalued anyways.” // from Izzy

ᒥ☠ᒧ—         Warm, happy laughter bellows from Edward at his firstmate's words. "That's the spirit, Iz!" He seemed to be ignoring any tone, instead enjoying his own bubbly, drunken mood. Not even booze could curb Ed's seemingly endless energy once a bout came over him.

"S'not like there's a comfy place to rest a head, anyway...Just wood, wood, and more fuckin' wood." And next would come the babbling, Edward just going on long tangents over absolutely nothing. "Would it kill one of ya's to nab a pillow the next time we raid a ship? Fuck, my neck is gonna be stiff..."

Thankfully, Izzy Hands, sleep was overvalued, and Edward would instead rather subject you to his drunken ramblings.

"A cool lookin' one, too, Iz...Something stupid and ugly and frilly. Like an atrocious aristocratic nightmare kinda pillow." He then, finally, peers over at his firstmate, searching for his reaction to his ludicrous request.

[gentlepyrate]

@ofthehighseas​​   //   IZZY

" Not now, Jizzy. "

[bearstowed]

@ofthehighseas​  /  sc.    >  blackjack bonnie.

—             [  lucie is sidled up atop a wooden box, leaned in the sun, munching into a fresh apple.  her crew tends to stock, some arguing with other pirates over costs.  lucie keeps an eye on them, even from her distance.  she’d not sit by if a fight broke out, but for now, she knew they could handle it well enough.  as she lazes, her gaze flits around the republic, eventually settling on her.  ]

[  she sits up a little, leaning one elbow on her thigh.  ]   ❝ well well, if it isn’t blackjack bonnie.  i hear calico jack got thrown seaward  -  is it mean of me to say he had it coming?  does that mean anne’s captain now? ❞   [  what was lazing around the republic good for is not a little gossip?  ]   ❝ you looking for fresh stock?  we just got in, still full up on oranges and alcohol.  got a couple o’ real fancy bottles of wine. ❞

[survivoirs]

Flirty/Suggestive Starters. 

“Yeah. I am a bit. Aren’t I?” Lucius returned, bold as ever. He wasn’t stupid. He knew the type of man Izzy was and it was sad really. Should he be supportive of him and watch things unfold like he would with Stede -- naw. Lucius had never pretended to be selfless. If anything he knew he could be selfish but it came from needing to be once upon a time, nothing personal. Well, maybe things were a bit personal with Izzy after the barnacles incident. 

Besides, things were much more entertaining this way. Let Dizzy Izzy get all up in arms over the way he acted. The way he was free of whatever hold ups the older man had. “Why? Is it working on you? ---” Spriggs gasped, feigning like he’d seen something on Izzy’s expression or in his eyes. “Oh it IS? Isn’t it? Oh how very interesting.” Worst case, Izzy might stab him, which was unlikely. The man was more bark than bite in his observations. Best case Hands would get embarrassed and actually give something away.

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[survivoirs]

Izzy would be less of a bitch if he got smooched or laid.