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@teachthekraken CHOSE TO FIGHT LIKE A MAN ! ⚔️

Admittedly…this looks bad. Even when Anne is outnumbered twice what she could fight on her own—even one less and she might’ve tried it—she can’t help thinking the only real threat is Teach. So she stands legs apart to keep her balance, open palms at Teach held well above the level of her blades. One less, and that one would have to be Teach, else she needed one more.

“I’m sure you’d not be surprised that I’ve heard the news,” Anne says amicably enough. She doesn’t love the idea of trying to carve her way through here, but honestly, there might not be another choice. She doesn’t want to risk certain unnamed people finding out where she is, and that means staying in all ways unseen until she’s back in her beloved Caribbean waters. And that will only prove a problem if somebody here let slip word of her presence before she gets away. “Word goes ‘round quick these days.”

[tooxldtorememxer]

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With every day they marched it became more and more clear how exhausted everyone was. And it was getting worse, day by day but it was something that wasn’t talked about. at least not among the men but it was a more frequent topic among the command. The only reason he knew that was that he was still the Captain’s steward. No matter how minor the task was nowadays or the need for his service was, he was adamant to continue on with it for as long as he was capable. Command worried. About the sickness, about rations, about the added weight of the boats as amputation of feet, became more frequent.

It took longer than it had in the beginning but he had managed to get the Captain’s tent up in time before the wind had picked up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flurry of movement and for a moment he thought that it was the monster coming to attack them but when he turned he saw that it was not, in fact, the creature but the side of a tent that had been caught by the wind.

He rushed forward to grab it and help secure it. “I got you!” he told the other trying to wrangle it out of the wind’s grip and secure it to the ground instead. It didn’t take much these days for him to run out of breath, and when the tent was finally secured he had to lean forward with his hands on his knees as he panted hard for breath. “Are you good?” he asked and forced himself to stand tall again and turn his head to look at the other. Mister Teach, if he wasn’t mistaken. “That’s some horrid winds coming in,” he commented. With a land as flat as this, he wasn’t actually very surprised.

[brassandblue]

☠

It was not too long after nightfall and the port city was humid, air laden heavy with moisture and the day’s lingering heat. Local denizens and visitors alike were either restless or listless and few could seem to muster anything in between.

In one case, a man of the former disposition saw fit to harass another for no other reason than thievery and to slake a thirst for easy blood.

He would be disappointed, however, and their scrap was over as quickly as it started.

The lad—who could’ve been about sixteen— had no fear, or perhaps he had already gone mad from living the sort of life that had led him to this sort of place. Whatever the case, the rogue that had assumed he would be easy pickings due to his apparent youth seemed to be regretting his decision as his own hatchet split open his skull. The man fell to his knees with a thud, mouth agape, twitching.

Not without mercy, Arthur raised his foot and braced it on the man’s shoulder. In one fell and swift movement he wrenched the hatchet from the man’s skull and swung again, angled now, this time aimed for the side of the man’s neck, ending the man’s life.

He huffed to catch his breath and knelt, taking the hatchet for his own, wiping it clean on the dead man’s trousers, and set about immediately searching the corpse.

[fornassau]

[ TILT ] sender uses two fingers to lift receiver’s chin to look them in the eye

After ten years of mourning his departed truest love, James had struggled with who he was. He and Miranda had been exiled at the same time, and Thomas wanted them to protect each other. But there really wasn’t any substantial romance there. Had he and Thomas’s wife had an affair? Yes. During that affair had he fallen completely in love with Thomas and realized who he was? Absolutely. So James even though he kept company of pirates who were men and some even inclined as he, had not indulged in any sort of physical touch with another man. Not since Thomas. He just couldn’t.

So there was fluster all over his face when those fingers lifted his chin. He was spattered with freckles, all of those accented as his cheeks burned red hot, all of this accented by his flaming red hair. Such a simple act had taken the breath clean from him. His eyes always had a look of sadness in them. James had the most tragic story after all. But now they were trembling out of nervousness and uncertainty. What was this? His heart was pounding so hard he could hear the thumping resonating in his ears.

And his eyes averted briefly in shyness. Flint could be a dominating and threatening presence on deck. But Flint was merely a character. Flint was the false name of a lost Navy officer stripped of everything.

“ .. you can’t possibly want to do this. I’m.. “ Oh those eyes shook again. “ Damaged. Defective. “

[fornassau]

56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. :3

Captain James Flint had gone out of his way to come to the aid of the most feared pirate captain of the seas. When it seemed Blackbeard’s ship might have been a goner against a Spanish Man of War, The Walrus happened to be in the right place in the right time. There was always a war going on between pirates and the crown, pirates and Nassau. It had been a war he knew Teach had been trying to avoid. But after maneuvers and a rescue of the man’s ship that would have even put the other captain’s tactical mind to shame, James figured the fearsome figure owed him.

And he showed no fear when he boarded his ship. The 100 canon Man of War was now dead in the water. The men? Executed. There was truly no point in keeping them alive or even bartering them as hostages. And the audacity. Even if he had just saved Teach and his men’s lives, Flint didn’t go aboard his ship. He made him come to his.

And once he’d arrived with Israel Hands in tow, he eyes the two men carefully. “ I suppose you could say you now owe me your lives, Captain Teach. “

[izzyeffinhands]

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

There was a rather large secret that Israel had been neglecting to tell him. He had just had the hope the man would catch on, but over these long years he’d been clueless. Ed could always be clueless about things. His attention flew about like a hummingbird to nectar. Why would he have noticed that his true partner in crime was helplessly, longingly, and forever in love with him?

A gloved hand clenched the railing of the crow’s nest they both happened to be standing on. They were away from the crew. No one could hear if Izzy decided to confess. But he feared rejection. After all, Edward hadn’t stood up for him when he’d been kicked off the ship. He shook his head, an exhausted look of disbelief and amusement on his face as he stared out over the dark waters of the night.

“ You may be clever Edward, but you’re so blind you can’t see what’s right in front of your fuckin’ face.”

[isrighthand]

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 sent:

“You enjoying the view over there?” 

 Izzy feels himself flush, his gaze diverting as he rolls his eyes at the ocean. He's not sure what the fuck's gotten into his captain lately, aside from that he's been smiling, happy. When he catches Izzy staring, he doesn't look confused or pretend he hadn't. And then Izzy has to deal with this shit. Izzy can't tell if he's just genuinely content or . . .

He can't even let himself think it. Too good to be true.

" Fuck off. "   A little bit flustered, Israel darts his gaze back towards his captain curious.   " So what if I am? You don't wear that shirt to be hide, do you, Edward? "

Izzy flicks his eyes pointedly down at the crop top, the sliver of skin between that and the waist of his pants, then back upward, eyebrow raised.

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( @teachthekraken​ wrote:  [your choice of character : from First Impressions Sentence Starters] “I think .. I have you to thank, for this.” )

One minute Dundy had been by his side at the bar at the venue Ned and his band would be playing at tonight and the next he’d run off. He could have sworn he’d actually been giggling when he did so but didn’t think much about it. The man could be weird sometimes and he didn’t mind waiting alone for the show to start. 

He was enjoying his own overpriced beer when suddenly he’d been approached by a stranger and he blinked at him in confusion as his eyes moved between him and the drink he held in his hand.

That little fucker.

That would explain why he had been acting so weird. “Oh, yeah, sure,” he said with a wide smile. There was no need to make this overly awkward for either of them, it was a setup for some unknown reason. “Is it not to your liking?” he asked and gestured towards it. “I can get you something else if you want,” he pointed over his shoulder to the bartender. He literally had no idea what he had been handed because he hadn’t even paid for it.