#thepiratehunter

[vyrulent]

semi plotted thing || @thepiratehunter​

The mermaid curled into herself as the strange human stood. He wasn’t like the others that she had seen from afar, but perhaps there were different shades and shapes of humans just as there were with the merfolk. Ariel had been caught exploring trespassing upon the decaying ship and she’d have to face the consequences of her curiosity.

“I didn’t mean any harm,” she explained, her words soft and apologetic. “I was just...looking.”

[xthesparequeen-a]

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Continued from: X

Anna’s took a quick glance around the room, watching the participants in the waltz finding their partners, keeping a watchful eye upon their Queen as she too followed suit and chose a partner no one truly expected her too.

But it seemed this was the only opportunity she truly have to learn more about this mysterious figure who now bravely served Arendelle. Her peaked curiosity and friendly nature was sure to get some sort of conversation about him going...right?

“Oh I’m sure you’re no worse than me. I mean, I’ve had years alone to practice for a dance I never thought I’d get to attend but here we are.”, she chuckled softly, letting him lead her out onto the ballroom floor.

He twirled her around with ease, despite what he had said earlier, and she was beginning to get into the rhythm, her movements becoming more effortless until his words caused her to stumble and accidently stepped on his foot.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!”, she pleaded for forgiveness, nervously looking around to see if anyone took notice. “I....you...what? Come with me.” Grabbing hold of his wrist, she gently pulled the captain away from the dance to the corner of the room, away from prying ears. “You...you don’t think a storm brought down my parents ship? But how can you know that? Who would do that? Why?” A million questions rang through her head as her heart began to pound wildly against her chest. “Tell me everything.”

[killmebutneverinsultme]

Life wasn’t fair. Regardless of the fact that his relationship with the law was somewhat loose, this time Jonathan “Jack” Bird had not been to blame. That rotten liar, Applepalm, had stolen the one treasured possession he had to his name and Jack had been caught attempting to get it back. The car was his by rights!  

That hadn’t stopped the sheriff from locking him up. Given his track record for being a nuisance and his many petty crimes, he didn’t hold much hope of being let off lightly.

So, naturally, he’d picked his way out of the cell and done a runner. Hands still cuffed, he fled out into the woods, hoping to get to one of the woodcutter sheds he knew of where he could use a tool to break his restraints.

As he bolted along, his coordination still a touch off from the rum he’d consumed earlier on in the evening, his boot caught a tree root and sent him sprawling in the fallen leaves. His slip caused a flutter of wings nearby as he disturbed the wildlife.

“Bugger.”

@thepiratehunter

[astrophilex]

@thepiratehunter

The sea was no place for a woman. In fact, there was very little place for a woman at all, Carina begrudged, but she was nothing if not determined. An obstinance that saw her getting into trouble often — but also wriggle out of it. 

Except this time.

This time there was nowhere to run to; surrounded by sea and miles from the nearest port. She could pick that lock, but it would be weeks or even months before they next made landfall, and there was always someone stationed on the main deck to foil any plans of stealing a longboat. So she resigned herself to her small cell in the depths of the Monarch, waiting for an opportunity.

Carina should have known better, really. She was not a particularly convincing boy with her smaller frame and softer features — at least not at more than a quick glance — and a devil’s tongue that was to blame for nearly all of her slip ups. She should have known that she’d be found out and arrested eventually. But she’d needed a ship, and the British Navy vessel was sailing for her destination. Serving as a deckhand, then, was the only logical choice.

There was shouting up on deck accompanied by the occasional firing of guns then. The barred slots in the hull, much too high for her to peer out of anyway, wouldn’t have afforded the best of views, but from what she’d gathered listening to the barking of commands from above her dingy little cell, the Monarch was in pursuit. Not quite enough disorder to sneak by on a longboat — yet.

Producing the lock pick she’d kept hidden up her sleeve, Carina scrambled for the door of her cell. She was given pause, however, when a strange darkness unlike the sort effected by just an overcast sky blotted out what little daylight entered the brig entirely, and an inconvenient silence ensued. 

So she waited.

[perfectmetaphore]

@thepiratehunter​ said  "Boo." - ARMANDO SALAZAR. 

“SIR. This is very rude of you. I am a good fucking Christian and I do not deserve such blasphemous treatment” He says and THROWS A STOLEN BIBLE at the ghost.  

[northernxdragon]

@thepiratehunter​ Continued from Here: X

Whenever the older man spoke in Spanish, Vari knew it was never something good having heard the Captain speak in his native tongue when scolding his mother. But the young prince was no fool. He knew exactly what he had done and that there would be serious consequences when he returned home to his parents. But for now, he silently reveled in his victory of exploration.

“Well, that depends on how fast the ship was moving and how many stops we took. Hard to judge from where I was but I'd say we’re a couple hundred miles from home.”, he shrugged, taking a bite of the apple in his hand. With his cheeks still full, the prince continued; “I just wanted to join you on your adventure! You always tell me fun stories and I wanted to see them for myself. Please don’t be mad, Uncle Captain. I’ll be good. Promise!”

[anklesalltheway]

"when ya find out the pirate king's a bird with a bird name." [ edit by @anklesalltheway​ + caption by @thepiratehunter​ ]

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

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The promise of r e d e m p t i o n , it had been the final act that turned James Norrington truly into what he had despised most about the ‘vile and dissolute.’ scoundrels defined as pirates.  A heavy knot of g u i l t churning his stomach with sickness more potent than the hangover he nursed over.  He’d betrayed them all. They who had took him in, even if he had aggressively persuaded Sparrow to hire him. 

But he’d once more turned his back on them , shunned the life of a rum pot deckhand. Hopping a smaller vessel, stowing aboard, and keeping to himself. Half starved , clutching tight to the burlap sack containing a thumping , beating organ. Tighter still to the letters of Marquis he’d taken the liberty of filling in his name upon.  He just had to make it back to Port Royal.  Lord Beckett would give him back his life. 

Yet, if this is what he wanted -- why did his heart ache so?   Perhaps he knew the side he’d chosen was not where his own heart truly lies.

However, it would seem that his plans were about to be on hold, for the stow away , drinking down stolen rum , heard an ominous cry.  Something about  a ship up ahead. And not just any ship.