#wharf rats

[hannahhook7744]

The Stormbringer Crew Memes (Part 5);

[uesp]

Did You Know: According to rumors, Phynaster the Guardian, the hero-god of the Summerset Isles, was murdered by the Wharf Rats (a criminal organization that rivaled the Thieves Guild)? After killing him, the Wharf Rats made off with his famous ring.

[theamityelf]

You know what, I’m gonna say it: The aesthetic of the pirate ship? Unimaginative. Pretty barebones. I refuse to believe Uma or Harry wouldn’t have slapped some color on that thing, or just let the crew loose on it. Like, look at Uma’s throne in the Chip Shoppe: colorful, elegant, regal. There’s definitely a degree of utility to leaving the ship’s exterior simple, but at the very least they’re gonna make it look awesome once they’re free and have time and safety to liven it up.

[secondbcrnpiracy]

so here is my dumb question...

How the hell does Harry, Gil, and the Wharf Rats know how to drive a motor bike? Were there bikes that they actually were able to fix on the Isle?

Yes, I am asking this question because I want to know. Nope, not huge af plot holes or anything here, no my friends.

It’s: How the hell’d they know how to drive motorbikes on an island where fun went to die, the food should’ve killed them, and no magic/electronics seemed to work besides some lights?

[oceanriverdeadhead]

Old school Wharf Rat sticker I came across!

[ringmaster-jack]

😺

He held up an obese wharf rat, dirty and writhing about in his hands in anticipation of what would probably be an attack, had Jack not kept such a firm grip.

"This is Chico, I found him in someone's trash in Bilgewater when I got my wrists tattooed. Isn't he cute?"

[edream93]

WLTF Chapter 18 Sneak Peek

Haven’t really had any time to write because of school and stuff but I have one more big essay to finish and then I’ll be done with my first year of PhD (3 more to go). Anyway, here’s another sneak peek just because you all are awesome.

Harriet gasped suddenly, nearly cutting off a finger on the knife she had been sharpening. A few wary patrons glanced at her strangely before pretending like she wasn’t there lounging next to Uma’s throne in Ursula’s Chip Shoppe.

(Her brother’s little Wharf Rats had nearly drawn their knives and shivs and other assorted weapons that they had failed to leave in the weapon check when she had first attempted to sit in their precious Captain’s chair. Le Foux Deux, her current first mate with Sammy Smee gone, had almost had an aneurysm at the action but Harriet had merely rolled her eyes, dragging a plain but sturdy chair over to sit next to the throne before glaring at them all silently until they returned to whatever they were doing before.)

Harriet sucked thoughtfully on the cut she had made on her thumb. What she had just experienced felt like a sharp pull on her belly button before a restless thrum of energy filled her, buzzing beneath her her skin with a vague familiarity that caused dread to settle deep within her. She tapped her foot impatiently, her senses on high alert for a threat that she recognized but also didn’t. Like an itch she couldn’t reach, she almost felt consumed by it.

“You alright there, Harriet?” Jonas frowned, dirty pink frilly apron tied to his waist as he haphazardly slid dirty dishes from table into a bin to take back to the kitchen.

The Chip Shoppe was mostly empty at this point in the day, the majority of the shop’s customers preferring to sleep through the day. He could hear Gonzo gruffly grunting something undoubtedly snide under his breath to one of the younger crew members as they did something within the depths of the kitchen that would undoubtedly get them all a lashing from Ursula’s tentacles if they disturbed her from her damn soap opera. Bonnie and Desiree sat in a corner, counting the gold and jewels and other shiny bits and bobs they collected with the latest foods and supplies from Auradon. Jonas, somehow had gotten the short end of the stick and had been forced to deal with duties relating to the kitchen and apparently, as it seemed, keeping an eye on their substitute captain.

Harriet was close to snapping at him, restless energy building beneath her skin like a balloon about to pop. Perhaps Uma allowed her crew the freedom to question her decisions but Harriet refused to lead with anything other than one-hundred percent complete obedience, whether out of fear or loyalty was their only choice. However, Jonas was an idiot and had repeatedly dared to question her every command, even to the point of somehow persuading the remaining members of Harriet’s own crew sign up for shifts at the Chip Shop.

(Of course her brother’s crew would be just as much of a headache as he was.)

Ignoring Harriet’s glare, Jonas took a step closer to the fearsome pirate captain, head tilted to the side as he observed her.

“It ain’t your…uh...it isn’t your newest passenger, is it?” he said lowly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one else was listening. When he turned back to Harriet, he only got to see her eyes quickly widen before she grabbed him by the back of his neck in a tight grip that caused him to drop the bin he was holding.

Already chipped dishes broke and scattered across the dusty floor, loud in the sudden silence of the room.

“Listen ye yellow bellied sack of shit,” Harriet hissed into his ears, her usually well hidden brogue making an appearance, the only clue that she was losing her cool. “I don’t know what the fucking seven seas ye think ye know but let’s make it one-hundred percent fucking clear, okay pet? Yer captain and first mate, the strongest and baddest of the bads that had been on this rotten rock in months, are gone. Ye understand what that means?”

Desiree and Bonnie had already gotten up from their seats, a butter knife in Desiree’s hand and a broken bottle probably from the brawl the night before in Bonnie’s. Gonzo was now leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, drying one of kitchen butcher knives against his pants legs. Jonas waved them off though. Like hell he was going to start a turf war the one time Uma put him in charge, especially not with Harriet fucking Hook. Harry may be crazy and unpredictable but Harriet was just plain ruthless. And scarily hot.

(Jonas hoped desperately no one could see how the pain of Harriet digging her nails into the back of his neck was so turning him on right now...The others would never let him live it down.)

Jonas nodded, form hunched over as he raised his hands up placatingly. “That the fearsome and cunning Captain Harriet Hook is the only thing keeping a turf war from happening,” he grunted out.

Harriet shoved him away, tugging up the collar of her Hook signature jacket, before placing her captain’s hat on her head. “And don’t ye forget that,” she hissed before stomping out of the shop.

The four senior members of Uma’s crew looked at each other.

“You think Harry knew?” Jonas asked, hissing when he touched one of the small crescent shaped marks on the back of his neck before Bonnie and Gonzo tugged him back onto his feet.

Desiree snorted, running her hand through her long hair. “Ya see a certain pompous bastard hanging from the ceiling, hooked by his toes with his goods cut off in here?”

Jonas glanced up.

Gonzo rolled his eyes before returning back to the kitchen and Bonnie pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re an idiot, Jonas.”

“Hey!”

[darkroomdweller]

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