MYTHICAL.

EMPTY HALLS ECHO WITH GRAND SELF-MYTHOLOGY.

MULTI-MUSE. featuring characters from house of the dragon, pirates of the caribbean, the witcher, & more ! must be 18+ to write with. account contains triggering themes & mature content. slow activity, may run on a queue.

foretold by kelsey, she/her, 24, gmt.

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IT’S  ALL  HE  CAN  DO,  parched as he is,  to not snatch the water skin from her and down the lot;  but he doesn’t know how much fresh water there is on the ship,  nor when they’ll be making port.  it needs rationing.  that’s the right thing to do.  still,  his first few mouthfuls are gladly gulped down,  swilled about his mouth to free tongue and gums from the aching of salt.  once freed,  his eyes return to elizabeth’s face.  ❝ …  thank you.  i might be hungry. ❞

          is his hesitation due to a most basic uncertainty?  the rocking of the ship doesn’t always make for the most settled of stomachs,  but he’d grown used to the motion of the waves on on the long journey towards the caribbean;  taking a knock to the head and almost drowning also doesn’t do wonders for an appetite.  maybe he feels like he should be hungry.  particularly when a lady has offered food twice now,  he’d feel it impolite to refuse her again.

          ❝ are you… ❞  another hesitation,  but the question begs to be asked,  ❝ are you from port royal..?  do you live there? ❞

          he knows a little about the port town,  but not much.  as much as he could get out of those selling a place on the ship,  and the others sailing on it.  information is difficult to come by for a boy his age,  essentially existing as an orphan.  will he find his father in port royal?

          ❝ are there many sailors?  merchants,  i mean? ❞

———  ❛ THERE’S SOME BISCUIT AND CHEESE HERE. it’s not very good, but i don’t mind it. ❜  such are the difficulties of life at sea: unappetizing food, hot sun, and it had taken her some time to grow accustomed to the ship’s rolling. but her father and lieutenant norrington had found it impossible to keep her preoccupied in her cabin, and so she’s ended up largely with free roam of the ship 

father had firmly put his foot down at her request to be allowed to don a boy’s clothes so she might more easily clamber about. unfortunate, for she’d so been hoping to try to reach the crow’s nest, but such a climb was impossible in even the simplest of her dresses. still, she likes the independence and finds sailing fascinating. she’s spent the majority of the voyage trailing behind the lieutenant or mr. gibbs, almost constantly asking questions.

❛ no, but i’m going to live there. my father’s the new governor. i’ve never been to port royal before, so i don’t know much about it. why do you want to know if it has many merchants? ❜

TOO  MANY  WORDS,  spoken too soon after emerging from blackness;  it’s a voice that’s only vague in will’s recent memory,  and as eyes drag themselves open,  he can see her,  now.  she’s dressed more finely than he’s seen before with his own eyes.  clearly,  she doesn’t come from the dingy back streets of london from which he himself hails.  this  ❛ elizabeth ❜  appears unblemished,  uncontaminated.  a lady.

          the dauntless.  port royal.  images come slowly back to him,  and he winces,  a thump he’d received on the head from jumping overboard amongst fallen rigging,  and the dehydration of the brine he’d swallowed coming to haunt him in full force.  the ship he’d been travelling on,  burning.  being dragged out of the icy water.  soldiers and sailors surrounding him,  and oh,  that voice,  that face.  i’m watching over you,  will.  yes,  he remembers.

          ❝ water, ❞  the boy manages,  propping himself up on one elbow.  he can’t think of food right now,  his mouth dry with salt.  ❝  —  please. ❞

          a politeness added to the desperate request,  sheepish gaze aware of the company he’s currently keeping.  who knows what sort of noblewoman elizabeth swann really is.  can nobles have you hanged for a lack of manners?  his mother would probably have had him believe so,  trying to instill good behaviour from the outset.

——— WATER. she’s quick to reach for the water skin and leans in to offer it. one hand holds it, the other hovers, uncertain, near the back of his head, lest he should need help in drinking.

elizabeth uses the opportunity to further study william turner. she’d already been watching him for some time while he lay unconcious. he looks close to her own age. to think, her age and a pirate! . . . but he doesn’t look much like a pirate. no sword, no tattoos, no fierce countenance. he doesn’t seem dangerous. and he said please. how many pirates say please? 

but he had a pirate’s medallion. he must be one. how maddening, that she cannot ask! but she musn’t ; the image of mr. gibbs miming a rope around his neck weighs heavily on her mind, a short drop and a sudden stop, and elizabeth knows she’ll keep will’s secret, no matter what.

———  ❛ OH, YOU’RE AWAKE! ❜ the young girl couldn’t hide her excitement. she’d taken her father’s discharge of the boy into her care very seriously, hardly having left his side even while he lay unconcious. she swiftly set aside the book she had been reading. ❛ i don’t know if you remember me. my name’s elizabeth swann. you’re safe now, will. you’re on the dauntless bound for port royal. ❜

 it was tempting to bombard him with a million questions, though she didn’t dare question him about that which intrigued her most: the golden skull medallion she’d found around his neck. it now lay safely hidden away in her travel chest. she couldn’t give it back yet, not when someone could see and find him out for a pirate. 

——— ❛ AYE. AN’ WHO WILL MAKE IT? who would cut out him heart an’ lock it away? ❜ she could not speak of it without feeling a great and terrible rage.  ❛ that post is cursed. defiled. ❜ it was meant to be a gift. what sailor would not trade all he had and more for the chance to sail the seas forever? to captain the greatest ship in existence? to be revered and feared by every mortal who traversed the oceans? to see the wonders of the deep and command sea monsters and hold the respect of mermaids? there was a duty, yes, but it was a sacred and honorable task, and what did it amount to in exchange for godhood in all but name? 

and her. he’d had her. true, she missed one, small day, but what was a day to the vastness of eternity?

it had been a gift and davy jones had spat on it and poisoned it until none would dare desire the job.