#tatteredxsails

[swallowsandamazons]

Closed Rp with @tatteredxsails continuing from X (Stede & Ely)

Ely wasn't entirely sure why they lied. The bottle had been right there- half empty and obviously evidence of them having drunk it. They were a pirate. What did it matter if they opted to find a solution to their problems at the bottom of a bottle? Nobody seemed to be criticising Izzy for doing it and it wasn't like Ely cared about what Stede thought. Stede had left them behind. Ely had just started warming to calling him Dad- finally admitting that they did have potential to belong in a home somewhere. But then, just like every other parent, he had left them. As far as Ely was concerned, Stede didn't deserve Ely caring about what he thought... and yet there they were, outright lying because they were worried about just that. Despite everything, Ely didn't want to disappoint him. He was back now and that tiny nagging voice in the back of their mind was telling them that was all that mattered. They had a chance again to have a family so long as they didn't mess it up. It was that nagging voice that won on this particular occasion so Ely shrugged, pretending not to care, and scooted over on their pallet bed to make room for Stede. "It's not started to go off, anyway. Definitely hasn't started tasting like vinegar." The words come out easily despite their discomfort at being around Stede at the moment but with a slight undercurrent of slurring that they mentally curse themselves for.

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

@tatteredxsails (cont)

Who would have thought? The silence wasn't any better, perhaps it was even worse than dismissal, than violence. Or maybe Izzy is just too used to getting physically hurt in return of... anything he did around Ed, and this lack of any significant action leaves him not knowing what the fuck to do. How to feel.

He is never gonna hear it back, is it? Not even implied, like Izzy just did now. For years he thought he knew that the other man felt the same, but he has heard more than once from the crew that you just don't hurt the ones you love. Not like Ed hurt him. Over and over again. So willingly, taking pleasure from it.

Still, Izzy wants to hear it. He knows he won't, even as he obeys and sits next to Ed. He knows he won't, even if he gives Ed time. He is not Bonnet, he is not going to have his hand held, kiss under the moonlight and plan a non-violent future with. He is just Izzy, after all. He knows he won't hear it, but he still wants to. Even once. Even if it is a goodbye. Maybe it has to be goodbye either way.

But for now, Izzy just drinks, a habit more than comfort these days and passes the bottle to Ed. ❝Somethin' happened to your hand?❞ he asks, even though he knows, because he really can't stand the silence, every second of it a rejection.

[unicornondeck]

@tatteredxsails (Ed)

After a swift pause, Izzy rejoined him on deck as they docked the ship at the Republic of Pirates. He allowed his arms to flow down to his sides as they watched some of the crew exit the ship, gaze turning back to Edward. "You going down to Spanish Jackie's? Fucking hate going down there but at least the drinks are good."

[thomashxmilton]

@tatteredxsails sent: “I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.” [from Ed]

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Thomas Hamilton watched the drunken pirate who had somehow gotten himself tangled in some old fishing line struggling to escape. During his time in Nassau, Thomas learned quickly to survive, keep his head down, and don't piss off the pirates. While he did his best to steer clear of all of that, knowing what it had cost him and put him there, to begin with, one would have had to have their heads in the sand to not recognize Captain Blackbeard.

Holding his hands up, Thomas said, "I'm sure you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, but sometimes even the best of us need a helping hand from time to time." Gesturing to the line he said, "You've got yourself pretty tied up there, I can help the job go quicker if you want me to."

[avastyetwats]

Plotted starter for @tatteredxsails

It had been weeks since that night. A night where everything had changed even though they acted as though it hadn't. But it was never discussed. Not even the following morning when they woke up all wrapped up in each other - legs tangled, Izzy's arms around his Captain, bodies still naked and warm. No words about what they did were uttered and though Izzy wanted to discuss it, he knew better than to do so. After all, they broke an important rule they made with each other years ago and though there were times they had come close to breaking it before, they always managed to resist. Until last night.

And despite the heavy liquor consumption, Israel remembered every moment of it. He remembered how incredible it felt having Edward wrapped around him in ways he hadn't ever been before. He remembered the moans of pleasure, swallowed down by Izzy as they shared passionate kisses while connected in the most intimate of ways. He remembered the way Edward clung to him while they came undone together, each other's names falling from kiss swollen lips as Israel gave him everything. More than he's ever been allowed to give. And he remembers falling asleep after they came down from their blissful high... then waking up the following morning and eventually going about their day like it didn't happen.

Then the next day, then the next week... and the week after... and the week after...

This week had been the hardest thus far only because Edward had fallen ill. All week he'd been experiencing episodes of nausea, vomiting and inappetence. Barely even able to stomach anything and sometimes the mere sight or smell of food made him sick. His sickness happened more so in the mornings, but there were times throughout the day where it would strike, too. The medicine they had on board helped him only a little and since it wasn't going away, Izzy suggested they make port and seek out a doctor, at least for better medicine. Of course, Edward would insist he was fine, much to Izzy's dismay and disbelief, but he took care of his Captain in whatever way possible. Brought him soup, water and medicine, held him while he slept, washed him - fuck, he hated seeing him so sick. And his worry was only growing each day.

So when Ed hadn't joined them on deck, he made his way to his Captain's quarters and knocked only once before he walked on in. And there he was, leaned over a bucket, hair fallen on both sides as he empties his stomach and Izzy wasted no time in rushing over. Gently, he gathers Edward's hair in his hands, pulling and holding it back. Sighing, Izzy removes one of his black leather gloves and presses it to the side of Ed's face, feeling for a fever. "Edward, you're not getting any better. I really think we need to find a doctor the next time we make port." Which should be soon. He expects Ed to argue with him, but Izzy is prepared to stand firm on this. He refuses fucking lose him.

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    “𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞! 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤! 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫! 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤!” [𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲]

                            ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝟒𝟎𝟒 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. ( @tatteredxsails )

       𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 that giggling is only going to make matters worse. When she’d set out to become a pirate — this isn’t exactly what she’d had in mind. It’s a joke, the whole lot of it. The problem is that it’s a rather funny one — and she’s found herself endeared to them all and their incompetence in the time that they’ve spent together. “Oh, come on now, Captain,” she teases gently, “It doesn’t look any more ridiculous than the suits. Besides, it’s just hair — it’ll, you know, grow back. It’s what hair does. It isn’t my fault you thought I knew what I was doing just because I’m a woman. I did choose piracy over beauty, probably should have tipped you off. I just thought it might be fun. And think about it this way — everyone’s sure to pay attention to you now. And laugh! Laughing’s good — great morale for the crew. I could — try to fix it...” she adds on, holding up the scissors with a sly grin, which only makes a little giggle spill out after all.

[neverhangd]

@tatteredxsails is being a fucking fucker

With spread legs dangling over either side of her hammock and a book open in her hands, Anne didn’t resemble herself in the least. Books were private moments stolen away from the crew—any crew, every crew—consumed in hidden or at least empty places and always with an air of mistrust. She would sit hunched, resisting the spell of a good story in favor of remaining alert to dangers nearby, safe until she let the book consume her attention entirely. Anne hasn’t read like that for months. She’s started to read just as she is now—comfortably, openly, and any time she isn’t engaged in more important duties.

That’s the effect Stede fucking Bonnet has had on her.

“Hurry it up or fuck off,” Anne announces as she flips the page, acknowledging the presence in the room without tearing her eyes away from the text. Her voice is devoid of malice, though edged with her seemingly inexhaustible store of irritability.

[swallowsandamazons]

Closed Rp with @tatteredxsails continuing from X (Ed & Ely)

They weren't the best with sarcasm or jokes. It was a source of plenty of ridicule from the other members of Blackbeard's crew- something that Ely had become accustomed to. They were getting better and better at picking out when somebody was teasing them but they still weren't good at it. That was never more true than when they were waking up from being brutally knocked out, dizzy and disorientated. The initial panic had come from waking up somewhere that they didn't recognise. Sure, they'd been in this room plenty. They came in here everyday to bring Ed food or for him to teach them something new. However, they didn't usually have a view from the bed, looking up at the ceiling. That panic only grew after their question was answered- being far too disorientated to recognise that he was messing with them. "W-what?" There's clear panic in their eyes. It's the look of someone about to burst into tears from the shock. Although, behind that panic there's a little bit of warmth associated with the idea that Ed would take care of them for years while they were passed out.