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A Celebration of Life, Death, Love, and Loss (chapter four of “Let the Gentle Ocean Take You”)

Alice By Heart | Author: blissfulbroadway

While the boys headed back towards the upper deck, Alice ran all the way to the Captain’s Quarters.

Tabatha had woken up without the warmth of her wife. Alice found her sitting up in bed, the pink shawl wrapped around her bare chest and shoulders. Her hair was a mess from sleep.

“You left,” Tabbie noted quietly, watching as Alice sat down on the edge of her bed.

“I’m sorry, love. I had to check on Alfred and the boy. They’re fine. Still on the deck.”

She didn’t want Alfred to get into trouble, so she lied for his sake.

“And what are they doing?” She asked, reaching out for Alice’s hands. Tabatha’s fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the wedding band.

“Just talking. You know how Alfred is. He’s…delicate to him. He wouldn’t rough him up.”

Tabatha waved it off. “It’s whatever. I don’t care. It’s not like that boy took my sister. His court did. I don’t care to hurt him, I’m just trying to make a statement. You know how it is.”

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Rude Awakening (chapter three of “Let the Gentle Ocean Take You”)

Alice By Heart | Author: blissfulbroadway

With all the gentle rubs and kisses—and her beloved sea rocking her calmly to sleep—it didn’t take long before the Captain was laid back in her bed. Alice always insisted the most peaceful her wife ever looked was when she was asleep. Even when they exchanged gentle kisses in private, Tabatha always seemed to have a far-off rage inside of her. But when she slept, her face was soft. There was a faint sign of wrinkles where her brows usually furrowed, and her face was sun kissed and freckled. Alice thought she was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen.

But, today, she couldn’t admire her personal treasure. When she finally got her wife to sleep, she covered her with a shawl she had gotten on some island a while back. It was soft and delicate, and she thought it almost laughable to see Tabatha covered in something so pink and pretty.

Regardless, she quietly left the cabin before rushing to her shared room with Alfred. When she got there, she gasped. Dodgy was asleep in the hammock. Alfred’s hammock. Untied and peaceful. Tabatha would kill him if she saw him.

“Alfred?!” Alice whisper-shouted, pulling him out of his reading. He gasped and put his book down before standing up to talk privately with her.

“Oh, Alice! You’re finally here! I was meaning to talk to you about earlier, when I stood up to the Captain and—“

“What are you doing?”

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Pirate fic :-) idk how many chapters this is gonna be broken into but I’ll probably post updates on it!!

“I’m going to need it back now, darling,” Tabatha Dedwin, the lady captain of the ship crooned, combing a bejeweled hand through the young prince’s soft hair.

Dodgy Dawkins, an unlucky royal twisted in his ropes, letting out a desperate cry.

“I don’t have your fucking necklace!”

Tabbie angrily pulled her hand back, wrapping her fingers around the scabbard of her beloved sword, Maridith.

Alfred Hallam, an anxious, jumpy sailor, knew that movement well. Tabatha, their wild, unpredictable, sometimes vicious captain with her hand on her sword, ready to pounce like a wild cat.

Before he could even comprehend that he wanted to speak, Alfred called out, “don’t!” His voice sounded so foreign to him. He sounded certain in his words, for once. All eyes were on him suddenly, in between all the bustle of the ship. The rowdy crew had fallen silent. Not even Alice Spencer, Alfred’s closest friend and fellow crewmate said a word. No one spoke to their captain that way.

“What was that?” Tabatha asked, eyes lingering on prince Dodgy’s ropes for a moment before she turned and looked to the mortified sailor.

“Er—“ Alfred backpedaled and bowed his head. “Forgive me, Captain Tabatha. I saw your— you braced yourself. Looked like you were about to cut his head off of something. Hurt him. I panicked, and I shouted. I’m sorry.”

Tabatha loosened her grip on the sword, taking a few steps closer to Alfred. He was trembling.

“You don’t want me to hurt him?” She echoed, lifting the boy’s chin with her pointer finger. “Fine, then. I won’t.”

“You won’t?” Alfred was surprised.

“I won’t.” Tabatha promised. “Since you’re so sure of yourself, my boy, I’m putting you in charge of taking care of our special guest instead.”

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I wrote the sequel to the beloved bakery fic for @dodgefred’s birthday :-)

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