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Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The woman had a ticket just like his. To suddenly know something after spending so much time in the dark, to know that he wasn’t the only one to be ripped away from his home was a relief. For a moment anyway. The obvious realization that there could be many more people stolen away from everyone they cared about and stuck in this place settled down on Harry like thick fog on the surface of the waters before the sun would appear to chase it away. No one deserved this. Not even his worst enemies. For the first time since Harry knew he couldn’t find his way back home, his hope that Uma or Gil would show up was replaced by a desperate wish that they would escape his fate. Well, Uma anyway. Gil probably wouldn’t be so lucky. His train of thought was caught off guard by Tia Dalma’s question, eyes closing briefly as he shook his head.

“Never. My loyalty to Uma…” he paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice much softer now. “is everything. She is the captain until she decides she doesn’t want to be captain anymore. I will be loyal to her until the day I die.”

Putting his ticket back in its place, Harry once more looked upon Tia Dalma in silence. She said a witch knows. What kind of a witch was she? He couldn’t recall anyone by her name or appearance on the Isle so either she was a good witch or she was somehow stronger than the spell that trapped all of the villains on the Isle and the spell that trapped them was a strong one. It brought dead villains back to life so they and all their descendants would have to live with the effects their actions caused. Accepting her hand in his own, he pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles in greeting before slowly separating from her. The scent of the sea air that he faintly caught moments ago seemed to surround him still, reminding him of when he was a child sitting with his parents as they read to him. They both smelled of the ocean and he always made sure to hug them tightly enough so he would as well. When his mother died, it was like his father died too. By then, Harry was spending more time with Uma so he didn’t think about it. There were more important adventures to be had than getting lost in memories. Here in this place, Harry remembered and it brought a faint smile to his face even as he wished more than ever to be back home.

His expression doesn’t go unnoticed ----barely anything goes unnoticed by her, anyway---- and she smiles. He can recognize loneliness and relief easily, but then... then maybe... some longing? Calypso studies the boy’s expression, almost inclined to dive into his mind and read his thoughts, but... no, he hasn’t proved to be an enemy and such invasion of privacy was something she only allowed herself to do with those that intended harm towards her. SO SHE DROWNS HER CURIOSITY and allows him to continue.

A smile of content shows up at his words. The boy had immediately become of Dalma’s fondness and she would’ve gifted him a ship and even a crew if he wished so, everything with a price, that was obvious, but she wouldn’t have said no; STILL, his loyalty was admirable and that was probably one of the traits she admired the most in humans, that’s how Will Turner won her admiration.

His action is unexpected, but well-received. Calypso was glad to know a decent person after the amount of brutes that crowded this city “Well, well, you do know how to treat a lady”, she congratulates him. More sad memories seemed to occupy the sailor’s head, which caused the witch to tilt her head in curiosity after retrieving her hand. She had become intrigued by the life of this young boy, who seemed to have deeper feelings than the common male around him and so, she lifted her chin pridefully, a sympathetic smile always showing as she decided to try and end a little of Harry’s misery. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight? We can go get anything you want”. Not always she was up to eating the weird dishes that humans invented in the past centuries, but guessing that both of them could have similar tastes. “Come on, darling, leave the dark and the gloom for the abyssal creatures... at least for the rest of the night”.

#do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead ｡.:*☆ harry hook

hcneymilks‌:

having made his way down to the river, will was attempting to find anything that reminded him of home.–or the london institute, which, he oddly thought of as home. he had come across the woman, more so getting closer to ensure she was okay. “reminds me of the thames, i thought it would– assist in clearing my mind. been quite the cloudy mess lately– nothing i cannot handle though.”

“It does look like the Thames”, the witch acknowledges. Her eyes travel briefly from the swaying river to her recently acquire company, but then, her attention is pulled back to the water; her hands go up to mindlessly brush her braided hair, muttering a simple “hmmm” after his words, leaving some seconds of pause to contemplate her next move. “Are you a newcomer? It is most likely for the new ones to hold fogs in their heads and wild waves in their hearts”.

#do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead ｡.:*☆ william h.

turadhiisms‌:

Allowing the woman to turn his piercing gaze away from the water although he was vaguely aware that it didn’t feel so much like his choice as it did that he was compelled to look upon her, he replied in a hushed tone, “Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook. First mate to Captain Uma.” The emotion in his eyes visibly went through the motions; adoration, sadness, betrayal, then guilt. All because of the events on his last day on the Isle. “She left me behind to keep watch and guard, then I found this,” he paused long enough to pull the ticket out of his pocket. Harry carried it with him everywhere hoping that it might one day take him back home. “and the next thing I knew, I deserted her. I can’t find my way back. I’ve been trying for over a year.” He fell silent as a question began piecing itself together slowly through the haze blanketing his thoughts. “You… how could you have felt it; a ship sinking?”

She didn’t know about the names, but they held some sort of familiarity. Ah, different dimensions, that must be it. While Calypso could recognize the children of the waters, she couldn’t name those who belonged to different universes. SO THIS BOY ISN’T THE CAPTAIN. Yet, he held a strength capable of leadership... in the future. The tip of her fingers caressed his cheek softly as he spoke, the woman nodding slowly in a motherly way even. The goddess looked down at the golden ticket and after a brief and mysterious “Aah~”, she pulled out her own golden ticket, placing it side to side to Harry’s. “Humans and supramortals alike have received the same destiny; how... interesting”, she hums with an intrigued short grin. “Your heart is full of guilt and grief, my boy and if you have been here for a year then you must know there is no clear way out of this bubble... YET”, she replies, pulling her hands back and putting the ticket away. Her smirk grows at her question and a sudden soft breeze plagued with salt of the ocean crosses them for a few seconds. “A witch knows”, the goddess simply replies, not willing to give away her identity just yet, “My name is Tia Dalma, call me one, call me both, either way I am the same”, she introduced extending her hand to him. “Do you ever think about being captain, Harry?”

#do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead ｡.:*☆ harry hook

pxpercutxmuses‌:

“What?” Cady asked the girl, raising an eyebrow. “I was wondering what this town had to offer any kind of ended up here…but I don’t know why you called me your child.”

“ OH, just a habit ”, the goddess expresses with a slow turn of her head and puzzled smile. She shakes her head a little, releasing her hair as snakes, cascading down to her lower back as she returns her attention to the water. Her dress is old, antique and probably too thin to work properly in that goddamn cold weather, but still, she remains serene and confident. “Paris is beautiful, I can’t deny that. If you expected something more beautiful than the lights of the city reflected on the river, then I’m afraid you have lost your time”.

#do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead ｡.:*☆ cady

turadhiisms‌:

Or perhaps it wasn’t being projected. There was more to this person than met the eye he realized, as her poetic words of the water mirrored the ache of homesickness he felt in his soul. He cast his gaze to the water, unable to look at the woman any longer due to the sheer overwhelming presence of her, tucking away another memory of how the moonlight cast itself upon the surface and made the water glow. He had a great deal of memories like this in the year he was stuck in this place. He must have failed some important test in his life, he thought. He always prided himself on being the best navigator in the land but he couldn’t even get back home. Some pirate he was. “Then there’s nothing,” he replied evenly in what may have been a first in his life for he usually spoke with irony or contempt. “I have no ship. I’ve been separated from it for a long time.”

She would have loved to drain the memories and feelings this boy held dearest, for her heart longed for the sight of infinite beaches and tempestuous waters. He was no Jack Sparrow, he was no Hector Barbossa and DEFINITELY he was no Davy Jones, but at least she could calm a little of her pain with this young sea man. His reply makes her smile a little more obvious, always glad to hear what she inferred. Calypso picks her feet up, not a single drop sliding down her glowing skin, WEIRD, HUH? As if she was water and water was her. The woman ( girl? ) stands up, her legs dry and her skin warm. Delicately, she lifts lightly the thin fabric of her long skirt to accommodate her body towards him, taking a step forward. In another ---happier--- circumstance, her wildness and fire would show through her motions, but her heart was drowning in a storm, too sad, too nostalgic to release too much energy. HER SEDUCTION STAYS, THOUGH. “Your ship... it didn’t sank, did it? I would have known. I WOULD HAVE FELT IT”, she expresses with a quiet voice, as if too afraid to disturb the quiet atmosphere. A hand reaches up to the boy’s face, pulling it softly with the intention of make him look at her. “I feel a bloodline of salt and waves, what’s your name, my dear? And what happened to your heart? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SHIP?”

#do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead ｡.:*☆ harry hook

turadhiisms‌:

It wasn’t like Harry to not notice when he wasn’t alone. This place must be weakening his talents more than he knew. His right hand reached for the sturdy handle of the dagger he kept tucked away at his hip as his other hand suddenly felt the emptiness where his hook used to be held. “I could ask you the same thing.” Harry strained his eyesight to try and see the person better in the moonlight and was struck by an odd sense of familiarity when he finally got a good look at the one he was talking with. He knew he never saw the person before this day, though. The water must be getting to his senses; making him long for home or the face of a friend and it was being projected onto the one standing before him. At least, that’s how he attempted rationalizing the situation.

A brief smile draws on her lips, A WITTY ONE, as she turns around to face her quick guess. Her eyes run over the features of the male and she expresses a soft hum, trapped like a quiet melody in the back of her throat. A PIRATE . Ah, she spent so much time within those scoundrels, she would recognize ANY sailor that faced her. Calypso’s heart aches in nostalgia and even one of her hands go up to her chest, above her beating heart. “Aah, us the children of the ocean and wind always find our way towards the water”, she simply replies. “I’m a simple witch, but you, my dear.... where is your ship? There is no pirate without a ship”.

#do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead ｡.:*☆ harry hook

shinyplastic‌:

❝ do they celebrate black friday here ? ❞ the thought had consumed her for some time now and she was itching for an answer. how was she to know how other people lived ? after all, she was no longer in illinois. the femme’s desire to shop and for a good sale was indeed strong. shopping was in her blood. being apart of the plastics it became a ritual to spend her parent’s money at the mall every week. ❝ is there a mall here ? i wonder if they have cute french boys. ❞ glossed tiers smiled widely at the other, blonde tresses whipping behind her shoulder.

“ -----------WHAT’S BLACK FRIDAY? ”

( Secretly ) ashamed of her repetitive ignorance regarding ‘the new times’ ---as she called it---, Calypso tilted her head a little bit in feline curiosity. It sounded like something pagan. “Is it a pagan ritual?”, she asked, but Oh! it also sounded like something related to bad luck. “Is it related to bad luck?”, she asked again. At her second question, the goddess blinks slowly as he recalls her recently earned memories. “A mall? Oh, it’s like a market place, isn’t it? I think there are some in the area, one of those is downtown”, she recalled pointing with her finger towards the direction.

#do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead ｡.:*☆ karen

Her feet toed with the freezing water of the Seine as nostalgia took over her features, dragging unwanted tears to her eyes. Calypso frowns and scrunches her nose in a childish attempt to scare her humanity away, but with no victory. Tears start streaming down slowly; quietly. It is just then, that whispered by the pale Moon, she senses a presence behind her and so, she wipes away her sadness, raising her chin and adding class to her pose with a straight spine.

“ It is late and cold. What has brought you to the pier of the majestic river this dark night, my child?”

#billetdorstarter #feel free to assume connections #she's been here for three weeks

* ｡✧ ⋅ ⋆ wait a minute, was that [KIANA LEDE] i just saw run around the city? aw no, i was wrong, that was just the [TWENTY] year old [TIA DALMA/CALYPSO] a [CANON CHARACTER] from [PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN] & they are [PANSEXUAL]. rumor has it that they are [WISE] but are also [UNPREDICTABLE] oh well, let us all hope they enjoy their stay in the city of love!

This is Lis again with a third child. I rarely play women so let’s see how this goes!

#billetdorintro #pls come plot with me!

goldstarconfessiions

pam beesly had never been anywhere t h i s exciting before. orbs were wide, hand slowly danced towards her arm. pinching the delicate skin of her arm, “just making sure this is ALL REAL.” breathy laugh escaped the dunder mifflin employee. “i don’t even care this is magical, like, wizard of oz m a g i c !!” voice was serene as she spoke to the person nearest to her. “don’t you think this is magical ?? because—– anything is better than scranton, pennsylvania !!”

tidalrxge

SHE ISN’T AMUSED.

Her waters have seen everything, have touched every corner of the world; she has been everywhere and while Paris is lovely, SHE IS ENRAGED. Calypso didn’t get out of a prison just to be shoved into another one ( her new flesh was pretty, yes, but... STILL ). Her eyes lay still on the woman--- NO, girl. All humans are almost like children for her. Oceanic eyes pose gently with a barely visible smile after the other speaks. “ There is CERTAINLY some kind of magic here, my child, but I feel we are not talking about the same thing. It was centuries ago the last time I visited France and I am definitely not amused ” , the goddess opinionated, her breath dropping a fresh perfume between minty and the salty smell of the sea. “ During my visit to The New World, I stayed in Cuba, I would fail to know about Pennsylvania ”.

#do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead ｡.:*☆ pam

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