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@trucidavit continued from here

The lack of an emotional reaction was intriguing to say the least. He had half expected her to scream and curse at him. About halfway towards the front door he paused, debating whether on not to act upon his idea before turning back to her. 

“Mrs Barlow” He began, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. His men were going to detest the words about to come out of his mouth. “I shall only make this offer once. I cannot allow you to fight, your lack of experience would be a liability to the safety of my men. That being said, whilst the majority of my fleet shall attack directly; the crew of two of the ships shall sail around the island and the men will attack Nassau from behind.” He was almost certainly slightly insane. 

“If you wish to be present for the aftermath, to see Hornigold swing, I will allow you passage on one of the ships. The men will leave you in the village until the battle is done, and once we have forced the English to submit I shall send someone to retrieve you. Unfortunately I must ask you to make you decision rather quickly.”

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What the-?

@trucidavit continued from here

Edward groaned softly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed whilst ensuring the blanket covered his modesty. Bowing his head he ran his fingers through his hair. Flint still failed to wake from his slumber and for a brief moment Teach feared the man dead, until he let out a snore that could wake the dead. With one eyebrow raised Edward looked over at Mrs Barlow. 

“I am afraid that may take a fair few hours yet madam. We rather...overindulged in drink last night. Which brings me to the next matter, I must apologise. This was not my intention when I invited him to share a drink with me.”

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The Love Of A Family

@blacksailsandredhair continued from here

“Anne” Edward sighed softly, leaning against the door frame as he observed her. “I am not going to lecture you, nor am I going to demand that you tell me about whatever it is that’s bothering you. That being said” Pushing himself away from the door frame with a soft groan, Edward approached her. “I would hope that by now, you know that my door is always open to you. If something has happened, tell me and I will do whatever I can to help you.”

When Charles had first come to his home eight years ago, a skinny and battered child angry at the world and everyone in it, Edward had been at a complete loss. How did one care for, or show affection to, someone as harsh and closed off as he had been? There had been a great many failures, actions and words that only served to make Charles angrier. Finally, after a ridiculous amount of hours spent on parenting websites, he had come to the conclusion that silent support was the only way to get through to someone as damaged as his adopted son. It would appear that he was going to have to do the same for Anne. 

“There’s food in the fridge if you would like it.” He continued when no response was forthcoming. “And in case you are not awake in time, there is a matter I must tend to in the morning. I’ll be gone by ten, but you have my number if you need anything.”

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@blacksailsandredhair continued from here

In truth it was not the wisest decision to have had that conversation in their home, but he had thought that they were all out for the day. For a few moments Edward considered trying to disable Anne but the woman was quite ferocious, as the numerous police reports could attest; any attempt to fight her would likely result in the loss of a limb at best, his life at worst. 

“Very well” Opening his hand he allowed his phone to clatter to the floor. “Would you kindly remove the knife from my neck so we may talk?” 

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@thatredrighthand continued from here

It was not often that the infamous Blackbeard found himself lost for words. Then again, he had never been good at expressing emotions other than rage. “You fucking well know that’s now what I think of you. Do my actions not speak louder than words? Have I ever made you feel that you are nothing more than a bed warmer?” He demanded, stalking towards the other man. “Do I treat you like the men treat their whores?” 

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Edward sighed and shook his head. This argument was far too common between the two of them. “Israel” He began softly. “Why must you presume that every man has an ulterior motive? I cannot protect you from the masses if you keep insisting that every other man aboard our ship desires me dead. Likewise I am not blind to the thoughts of those who truly do seek my death. One does not survive for long in my position without being able to notice a traitor.” Walking around his desk, Edward approached the other man slowly. “Please, never doubt your position in our crew or you importance.” To me. 

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Don’t Blame The Messenger.

@whothefuckisbilly continued from here

Of all the things Teach had been expecting to hear from the younger man, that was not one of them. From the moment Charles had left his side, once again choosing another over himself, Edward had expected to receive word of his death by the end of the year. He had not thought it to come so soon. Edward turned away from him, absently running his fingers through his beard.

“And what of Flint?” He questioned after a few minutes of silence. “Does he still live? Or did he send Charles to his death as I expect he did?”

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I Do It All For You

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“In our line of work there are few men loyal to someone other than themselves. Have you heard the rumours?” He paused for a second but did not pause long enough to give the man a chance to reply “People are beginning to talk Israel. They say that you are insane, that you murder men because you like it. And I am content to stand-by and allow you to do so, all because I enjoy fucking you.”

“You cannot tell me that every single man you have murdered aboard this ship was mutinous. I know you have killed a few because they pissed you off, and I was willing to overlook the first few. Lord knows I’ve killed my fair share because they looked at me wrong, but...” Edward sighed and rubbed his eyes “I have to show that I am in control. Please, for the love of God, try to restrain yourself for the next month or so. Don’t kill any of our crew, or other men under the account. Feel free to do what you want to the other low-lives.”