#starsailingcaptain

[adversitybloomed]

        ❝  the table is a shared space, so you are welcome to sit.  ❞

[crainiisms]

@starsailingcaptain gets another thing

Being on sea was difficult at times, the crew's morale had dipped significantly. Cleo had noticed and she was sure that Smee had also taken note. Hazel eyes looked up to the helm where their Captain was stood. Bill Jukes was placing his knife into the barrel as target practise, over and over again with a small rhythm. Cleo wrapped the ropes around her arm, the winds were warm and the smell of salty air filled her nose, her natural waves even more curled by the salt.

"There once was a ship that put to sea ..The name of the ship was the Billy O' Tea" Cleo started to sing in time with the small thud, "The winds blew up, her bow dipped down..Oh blow, my bully boys, blow" she had a sweet voice in tune, tapping her foot to keep in time as a base of a drum. The crew looked up and a few of them even began to smile. "Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done..We'll take our leave and go" The crew even started to sing along with her.

Smee stood beside the Captain, moving his foot up and down in time to the rhythm it seemed the whole crew was now joining in, it was an upbeat song as were most sea shanty's. "She's very good at that, boosting the morale" Smee noted, "Aye, such a free spirit" he continued, it was true that she was, the spirit of the life of the sea and freedom lived in her veins. Cleo had moments of fierceness and terror yet there were other times such as these where she simply wanted to have fun rather than be in the air of misery.

[nononsenselady]

@starsailingcaptain

Red was always her colour, Cassandra thought, still feeling the flame of pride when she caught a glimpse of her red-and-white coat on her frame. It hadn't been easy, but now she was where she wanted. Serving Corona, albeit at sea. In the three weeks she had been on board, she'd gotten used to the salt in the air.

The horizon had been empty for days, until the sailor manning the crow's next cried, "Ship sighted!"

Murmurs arose among the crew. They were not expecting to see another ship at this time, at this route. Cassandra breathed in - not too deep, the bindings couldn't get loose. The captain and first mate, even the quartermaster seemed at ease, but alert.

[waitlifted]

@starsailingcaptain​ gets some light banter

“You know, you may give Eugene a run for his money in the ‘worst facial hair’ competition.”

[sultansdaughter]

(Continued)

@starsailingcaptain​

The princess took a step back from the man in fear. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

[darkmagickingdom]

Madam Mim with Captain Hook; ship or don’t ship?

Honestly I don’t ship this one. 

1. Why don’t you ship it?

I just don’t see them meshing well in terms of personality. I feel like it’d just be Mim being her usual crazy, bouncy self, and Hook being absolutely terrified any time she demonstrates her power.

2. What would have made you like it?

If Hook was a lot less of a fraidy cat. Maybe his Once Upon A Time incarnation could handle her, but I don’t really watch that show.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

It’s definitely an unorthodox pairing, and as someone with a number of unorthodox pairings, I can respect that.

[rcsetorn]

@starsailingcaptain​

╼ ༺ :|           Her boots dangled off the mast without care, where she herself chose ignorance from the bustling commotion below on deck.  Utilizing the darkness was convenient, but who would have thought this flying ship would be a more enjoyable way traveling between worlds.  Surrounded by stars, some it felt almost within an arms reach, provided a strange sense of ease despite her misplaced heart.

     Wherever they land, Beatrix would abandon ship, leave the Organization to wonder how she jumped worlds without a portal, and locate a nice undisturbed resting spot.  That was the plan.  Even as someone was climbing up to her perch, where clearly they had finally spotted her.

     Sigh.

     “I’ll not walk the plank if that is the intent to greet.”  She made no effort to move, but watched and waited from beneath the white hood.

[quitethepirategal]

@starsailingcaptain​ liked for a starter ~

     “ Thank ya!           Yes- thank you!             Thank y’ all, and good night!! ”

The glittering actress gave her ginger hair a toss and her painted lips kissed at those out the door.  She shut it with a click, pirates of all stride still wishing her good night and bravo from the other side.  Everyone was dizzy with the elation of the evening: except for Molly, ever grumpy, shooing Jessica’s rowdy fans away from her dressing lounge.  The rest of the acting troop spilled the wine and made merry, before they too eventually left the lounge for the night.

Another night of the theatre,        and another outstanding performance.

The sweat on her brow was well eared indeed, and it shimmered in the candle light as she dabbed it away with her sleeve.  Having retired from the swashbuckling life of the sea, she now poured her heart into business, science, and the arts.  She’d been obsessed with Shakespeare for the past month, going so far as to join a troop and invite them to generously use her funds.  And, sadly, as fun as it was, tonight was the final night for her role as the cunning Lord Hastings.

Red Jessica began to remove her ghost makeup with a sad, yet satisfied smile.  But before she could begin to properly enjoy the silence, Molly tapped her on the shoulder.

     ....someone at the door,                             with flowers... at this hour?    

                                                                                 Who?