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Dear Miss Swann,

I meant what I said that day on the ramparts–I wish you and Mr. Turner nothing but happiness. I value both your friendship and that of your father, and hope that it will endure even as I take up my new posting at Gibraltar. It has occurred to me, however, that I could not leave Port Royal without telling you what I should have said before you fell into the sea.

I adore you, Elizabeth. It started not long after your debut, when I realized that you were no longer the inquisitive, precocious girl that was always asking to come aboard the Interceptor whenever it left port, but the beautiful, equally inquisitive, charming, intelligent woman that I could talk with for hours on end. I monopolized your time at every dance, every garden party, and yet I could never say what I truly meant. It seems silly, how I found it far easier to face pirates (even undead ones) or frogs at the point of a sword, but when it came to telling you that I loved you, I was a coward.

Instead of being frank, I propelled myself into my work, fighting and paying with blood for promotion and prize money so that I might somehow be worthy of asking your hand. I thought you knew, and foolishly didn’t see the point in telling you what was obvious: that I was yours, heart and soul.

When you were captured, I regretted not saying the words, for fear of never having the chance to tell you. I put on a brave face for your father’s sake, but in truth, I was terrified. When we finally found you, you can imagine my elation that you were alright, and my joy when you accepted my horrid proposal.

I insisted that my reason for requesting a transfer was to advance my career, but that is a blatant falsehood. I may be a Commodore, but I am also a man still too in love for his own good. It’s a great pity I only realized how much when it was too late.

All the best,James

#swanreigns #verse: Britannia rule the waves;

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#dyin-is-the-day #swanreigns #murdermayhemandjack #squad shenanigans

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Jack doesn't do full out heists often. There's a lot of planning involved, a lot of watching surveillance footage, a lot of noting down the rotation of certain guards. There's a lot of waiting and a lot of timing involved, a lot of finding the right exits and a lot of making back up plans and a lot of being able to improvise when things go wrong. Because they always do, inevitably, go wrong. Somehow. It's not that Jack won't pull heists any more, it's just that it's a lot easier to drive to the next town over, to sit in the local Starbucks and hack into security systems and government restricted areas while drinking overpriced coffee and flirting with baristas. But he'd been keeping taps on things, on everything and everyone he finds interesting, and so it doesn't take long for him to notice the multitude of new ships that Elizabeth Swann and her gang has bought. Maybe he wants a new ship for himself. Maybe he plans to sell it on the blackmarket to the highest bidder. Maybe he wants to test himself -- or maybe he wants to test her. Either way, Jack makes plans. And he shows up, one night, with a mission to steal Ms. Swann's personal sailboat. It hadn't been hard to get the right disguise, and so he simply walks in the front door, looking as calm and as casual as every other member of her organization.

#[ sorry for the wait! ]#[ but i hope this works! ]#[ if you don't have enough to go off of or anything ]#[ let me know and i can always add more ]#swanreigns #we have our heading (threads)#i was nothing more than an almost innocent bystander (jack sparrow)#peas in a pod darling (elizabeth swann)#(jack sparrow || elizabeth swann)

“I’m right out here for you, just let me in.”

He had thought he had been robbed of all of his pride and dignity long before he was thrown out of the tavern into the muddy pen outside, where curious pigs sniffed the rum-soaked former commodore’s motionless form. That was until she found him and said that.

Despite the obvious difficulty, James quickly got to his feet and out of her reach, wobbling a bit as he tried to regain what little decorum he could muster, even now. “Miss Swann.” he regarded her in a clipped tone, raising his chin and willing himself to keep his queasy stomach in check.

He had not seen her since Sparrow’s near hanging. He had been so confident, and rightly so with his promotion, just having successfully led a raid on the pirates that had attacked Port Royal days before. And she had accepted his proposal. He had been happy, soaring even.

Then she had clipped his wings with the revelation of what he had suspected, but never wanted to believe–she loved Turner, not him. It had broken him, truly broken him–not simply the fact that she wanted another man, but that she saw fit to announce it in front of the entire garrison stationed at the fort rather than telling him privately. It was a betrayal of trust above all else, and that, he realized, was what hurt him the most.

He turned his back on her, dusting off his battered hat before placing it back on his head. “I’m perfectly alright and do not require your assistance. Good day.”

#swanreigns #verse: one chapter behind;

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:; ho ly shit.

Lmao, right? It ain't exactly fairytale material, but. She 100% had more value to him than just for blood/the medallion/the banging. You can kind of interpret it how you want, but I see it as. Like. She was pretty. Smart. Saucy. Love at first sight, it's certainly not, but it kind of adds a different layer to their interactions. Bonus Points: In the first draft of Curse of the Black Pearl, she and he are entirely more chatty with one another when they reach Isla de Muerta, which implies heavily that he spent time actually getting to know her, and to put her at ease. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He was still cursed Hector in that script, but the parts of him that are human shone like a beacon in it and I love it for that.

#[because there's good stuff hidden in it]#[for characterization reasons]#[i admit i pull from it here and there]#[it adds a really interesting layer to hector in general]#[like i should pick apart the first draft in meta]#swanreigns #warned you not to wield around the sickle and the hood | meta #i got you blue | ooc

headcanon meme: every day hector does a facemask with cucucumbers over the eyes and margarita to undo the stress of living with jack sparrow pls accept this 100% legitimate and not at all sarcastic cracky headcanon uwu

gimmie headcanons : accepting : @swanreignsI have accepted this headcanon immediately, Hector likes to take whole spa days at an undisclosed location and undergoes the full treatment, including fullbody massage. Dealing with Jack leads to more stress than is healthy and he likes to take care of himself.

#swanreigns #what is it that you want ( asks )#[i legit lost it when i saw this]#[like]#[if that mental image doesn't make you laugh]#[i can't help you]

:; -shows up 40 years late with a ship meme- barbossa and elizabeth have such an interesting growth trajectory in their relationship and i ship them platonically as like snarky bitchy but good friends ( specifically cause of the 'mrs turner' comment and the 'im a little busy at the moment' etc etc). sass pals.

who do you ship my idiot with : come tell me things : @swanreignsYYYYY, I have a very. Mentor/mentoree take on their relationship. Jack is her first pirate, but Hector’s the one that taught her how to be a pirate. I want to know what happened on the way to Singapore to change the dynamics of that whole group, but especially between Hector and Elizabeth, because when they reach Sao Feng’s bathhouse they are clearly comfortable with each other, enough that Hector’s jokes aren’t directed at her anymore. They’re edging into that comfortable friend territory and I just! Love it! So much! It’s the direct opposite of Jack and Will’s relationship, and you can see it in how they handle situations on their own, who influenced them most heavily.So A+ I agree with and understand everything. There are no wigs.

#[actual inside jokes with each other]#[alas]#[and they stayed friends]#[hector and jack did see elizabeth after]#[i love that they two of them have]#[i'll fight over this too]#[i'll fight over this]#[idgaf what dmtnt says]#[like i just]#[love their relationship so much]#[no one's going to get my ost joke]#[probably often]#[with the mrs. turner bit]#swanreigns #hard time killing floor blues | answered

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shared bathtime : selectively accepting : @swanreignsHe doesn’t do quiet and content. He doesn’t go for things that can be seen as vaguely soft, because for so long it’s been exactly the wrong thing to do. Present a hard face to the world, keep your tone even unless necessary otherwise, kill and don’t think twice about it when you do. Keep attachments light, if you keep any at all. Learn to move with the shadows and keep them close at all times. it sound ridiculous when it’s put like that. He’s been in that game a long time; perhaps too long. It’s how he’s ended up with his roommate. It’s how he’s ended up with her. Following all those rules that lead to the exact opposite of what they’re supposed to.He doesn’t do those things, until he does. He shouldn’t be fascinated with the way his hand and fingers conform to exactly the shape of her knee. He shouldn’t be absurd and fatuous enough to trace the line of her calf with the tip of his finger. Shouldn’t be here at all, leaned back against her like he is, knowing every minute he spends here - right here, or any other way - is everything he’s been ingrained against doing, everything that inevitably causes problems down the road at some juncture. But he’s here. He doesn’t think that he could find it in him to move now he if wanted to.He doesn’t understand it - which is perhaps not the exact truth, but it’s close enough to it that it’s really only a game of semantics. He doesn’t understand his acquiescence to it, which is perhaps a little closer. And yet still here he stays, tracing patterns on her wet skin as though this kind of lazy affection has ever come that easily. “Twenty questions, I’ll start. Question one: Why.”