funeral at sea

Jacob Madison | 37 | Quartermaster on the Boneheart ------------------------------------------ Strife is good. Strife makes a man strong. For if a man is capable of confronting death daily, functioning in the face of it, there's no telling what else that man can do, and a man whose limits cannot be known is a very hard man to defeat in battle.

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shroudedobrien​:

“Excuse me?” Kennedy whirled around to face him, her attention diverted from the original annoyance she had been arguing with as her eyes flashed in anger at the new stranger. “If I wanted your input I would have asked for it, this is no business of yours so stay out of it. Unless of course you would rather my knife be held to your gut instead of his?” A single brow arched in challenge as her gaze flicked down to her wrist where she was gripping her blade. 

Jacob found himself rolling his eyes at the fiery redhead. He usually would have found the impassioned woman capable of fighting her own battles impressive. Still, he'd had a long day, and unbeknownst to the woman, the male she was currently threatening had about fifteen men looking on, ready to step in at any moment. Now, he was pretty sure she could take on a fair few of them, but it was doubtful she could handle the whole lot of them alone. "Not trying to offend you in any way, miss, but you'd be wise to pick and choose your battle, and I'm pretty sure this is one that you don't want to start." 

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ivan-da-costa​:

Ivan laughed softly. “Shame,” he mused, glancing at the man with a slight smirk. “Daddy’s lap sure looks comfortable.” But he didn’t push it. Instead, he took the empty seat next to the man and ordered himself another drink.

“You may ask,” Ivan allowed, glancing sideways at the man before bringing his drink to his lips. “Might not tell you without a little, ah, quid pro quo, if you catch the meaning.” He paused, wondering if his odd fascination with Latin texts would be too much for the other man. “Ivan da Costa is my name, and I’m in port for… personal reasons, so to speak. I sail. My captain passed somewhat recently. And there’s really no other on the ship capable of functioning as a captain, at least, not without an appropriate vote. So we’re here until we hold the said vote.”

Jacob laughed at the male, shaking his head in amusement. "If only you were so lucky, maybe next time." He joked with a smirk tugging at his lips. "Ahh, I see, well, let's see how we get?" The male suggested with a crooked smile. "So you're from the Jewel of Antigone." It was more of a statement than a question. The next part was the bit that caught Jacob's attention. A ship with no Captain and of all ships -- The Jewel of Antigone. This would undoubtedly be an interesting situation to watch unfold. Jacob couldn't help but wonder if it would end up in violence. He wondered whether any of the crew members were prowling around Nassau on the hunt. "Interesting." He remarked with a thoughtful look.

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cftragedy​:

Ambrose didn’t consider himself a fighter. What he was, without a doubt, was an idiot, and a loudmouth. He’d been looking to wind down, but one of the patrons nearby had been whistling, offkey and with no real pattern to it, and the sharp noise grated on his ears. He’d tried ignoring it, tried to focus on literally any other noise, but the high pitch broke through every time, and he could take it no longer. Snapping at the other, it was all too easy to escalate into a shouting match, neither party willing to back down, Ambrose’s own annoyance quickly lighting into rage. He was no stranger to getting knocked on his ass for letting his temper flare too hotly, and it seemed he was about to earn himself just that, when someone else intervened. He barely even heard the other over the blood roaring in his ears, eyes still trained on the other as he walked off. After a moment, still staring the man down, his only response was a muttered, “I’m perfectly capable of handling my own matters.”

"Are you sure about that lad? We can always go back and test that theory if you so wish? Or we could sit down and have a relaxing drink, and I won't even ask for a sign of gratitude after saving you from a beating." Jacob replied with a nonchalant shrug, like he didn't care what they did either way.

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sorela-dalca​:

Sorela got up and followed him to his table just so she could stand beside it with her hands on her hips. “You think that because you’re in the same area, you have the right to insert yourself into another’s confrontation? If you didn’t come to solve the issue, you should learn not to get involved, pirate.”

She set her jaw and looked the man over. He didn’t look like anyone Sorela should take on physically, but she rarely backed down from a challenge and didn’t expect this man to either.

Sorela shot a glare toward the other man she had been arguing with just moments before. “You didn’t even let me throw my drink at him before you interrupted. And that would have been amusing for all of us, not to mention deeply satisfying for me.” 

Jacob raised his brow as the young woman began to complain. He suddenly regretted inserting himself into the situation. The woman obviously didn't want help despite needing it unless she wanted the conversation to end violently. It almost certainly would, given the pirate she was arguing with was known for being hot-headed and bloody thirsty. "Y'know, most would say thank you. Do you have any idea who you were getting into a confrontation with? You may be able to look after yourself, Miss, but trust me, he is not a man you want to be fighting with." He warned her, shaking his head as he gestured to the barkeep for another two drinks. 

The male scoffed, looking the woman up and down; she was a feisty little thing. "If I had stood by and let you throw your drink at him, the whole tavern would be fighting right now, and you probably wouldn't be in any condition to throwing drinks at anyone again." He told her with an amused look on his face. "Now, you can sit down and have a quiet drink with me, or you can piss off -- I honestly couldn't care much either way." 

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ivan-da-costa​:

Ivan figured they should have hung signs. The tavern should be public domain, not a pirate establishment. Ivan had only wanted a drink when the man next to him started accusing him of pirate hunting. It wasn’t inaccurate, but that wasn’t what he was here for. Besides, it was his late captain that was the hunter. Ivan had just read some charts. 

Ivan was about to throw a punch when an arm appeared between him and the pirate. He raised an eyebrow. “You want to be my daddy?” Ivan asked, unable to help the cheeky grin on his face. “Do I get to come sit on your lap, Daddy?”

Jacob snorted in amusement at the male. He was funny he'd give him that, but he didn't recognise the lad, making him just as curious as nervous, which was one of the reasons he'd told the man to come with him. "Something tells me I couldn't handle being your daddy," Jacob muttered as he studied him with a cool expression. "I'm sure you'd find the bar stool more comfortable." He replied, gesturing to the barstool next to the seat he'd just sat down on. "So, stranger, may I ask what brings you to Nassau? Or perhaps I should ask for your name first?"

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WHO    :    open WHERE    :   the tavern WHEN    :    late afternoon Quiet in his seat, Jacob continued to watch the scene between the two in front of him unfold as he nursed his drink. He’d had a busy day and wanted nothing more than to just enjoy a tankard of ale and his own company but it would seem that the two arguing in front of him had another idea in mind. Looking down at what was left in his tankard, he chucked his neck back chugging what was left, leaving a pleasant burning of alcohol in his throat. Taking a stand as he noticed them getting more aggressive with each other, he let out a sigh and began to walk over. “Enough.” He stated, his voice calm yet with a sharpness to it. Jacob looked at them both straight in the eye as he put an arm between them. “If you’re going to behave like children, then I will be your daddy. Now, you go that way and you come sit with me.” The male instructed with a warning look that told them it would be safer not to argue with him. 

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💀 [ Travis Fimmel | cis male | he&him | 37 ] 💀 hoist the black! JACOB MADISON, the QUARTERMASTER, on the BONEHEART, has arrived in nassau. the whispers about the ship say that they’re allied with PIRATES and WISE, but can also be ABRASIVE. that is, unless you threaten HIS SHIPMATES. beware the black spot. (paige, 24, gmt+1, she&her, self harm and suicide)

THE BASICS

Full Name.  Jacob Madison Aka.  Reaper Birthdate.  1678 - specific date unknown Age.  Thirty-Seven Gender.  Cis Male Pronouns.  He/Him Orientation.  Heterosexual Occupation.  Quartermaster Residence.  Nassau, New Providence Island

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair.  Dirty blond, braided variation of a top knot or man ponytail with shaved sides. Eyes.  Blue Distinguishing Features. Piercing blue eyes, faded scar on his cheek Build.  Mesomorphic Dominant Hand.  Right Scars.  Various Scars from Fights on his arms and torso Tattoos.  Various tattoos on his arms, both sides of his head and his neck Piercings.  None Face Claim.  Travis Fimmel

PERSONALITY

Zodiac.  Unknown Alignment.  Chaotic Good Positive Traits.  Clever, Ambitious, Loyal  Negative Traits.  Fearless, Impulsive, Calculating MB Type.  INTJ Personality Role.  The Architect Enneagram Type.  The Reformer, The Loyalist, The Challenger

 BACKGROUND

Birth Place.  Unknown Ethnicity.  Unknown Parents.  Unknown Siblings.  Unknown Pets.  None Education.  Self-Taught Notable Skills.  tbd Languages.  English Abilities.  Swordsmanship

TRIVIA

➼  tba

HISTORY

TW: Death Not much is known about Jacob’s past. When he was five years old he was found aboard a ghost ship that had drifted to shore. The young boy was the only living person on the ship. It appeared that the occupants of the ship came to a violent and bloody death. No ones knows how the boy survived or even who he belonged to.  The ship was first found by a pirate by the name Edward Gold otherwise known as Cutter. Cutter took the young lad under his wing decided he could put him to use on his ship. Both Cutter and his crew brought up Jacob, now nicknamed Reaper by the crew because of his gruesome past, they taught him everything he knows which helped shape him into a great pirate. He sailed with them until he turned twenty-five where he parted ways, on rather bad terms, after meeting and falling in love with Elsie. He met Elsie in Nassau’s brothel but after the two courted and fell in love she left once she had Jacob’s word he too would leave his old life behind. The two soon had a young son together but tragedy struck when Elsie and their son, Adam, fell ill with the fever. Neither survived.  Riddled with grief and needing a distraction Jacob returned to his old life despite his promise to Elsie. He joined a new ship named the Boneheart where he worked his way up the ranks to Quartermaster.

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