"Evening, Gov'ner. Shame, huh?"

“ … Ian … can I trust you …? ” a peculiar question to ask when she’s already so blindly trusted him in the past. But a desperate mother will do whatever desperate deed for the sake of those closest to her. // hi!!! I missed these two!

“Ian?”

The clerk hums lightly as he raised his head from his handkerchief… it lightly stained a beautiful crimson. Though hid the magnificent color behind his threatening black leather gloves.

“What ever happened to… Mr. Mercer? But it is a nice change! I enjoy it so.” He chuckles.. trying to tone down the urgency just a little as he scooted to the front of the seat to look at her.. his playful gaze slowly beginning to harden.. to one much more harden and frightening…

Such personal informality even for the model of proprietary that Margaret is. Was it on purpose, or a slip of the tongue? Or was it her own form of trust to allow speaking on a first name basis? “It is fitting now, I suppose~”

There was the familiar playfulness, when wits matched wits, but it quickly faded as she saw his change, reminding her, he was still no doubt a very dangerous man. Rather than withdrawing, Margaret held herself tall and firm. like a Queen knowing her power. 

“Thank you.” she answered in relief and with as much calm as she could muster. Even my life…? she wanted to add, but dared not. not yet.

“Margaret…”

He mutters before slowly reaching out with the squelch of those leather gloves.. he grasped her dainty hand with up most care, the same hands he used to hurt others… “I trust you… with my life..” he mutters softly, before looking down at his feet.. “It might be foolish.. but… I am willing.. I just…”

“I’m tired…”

Margaret’s expression softened empathetically, noticing his latest injury. She glances to her hand held so gently. And then, at such words she was so taken aback, speechless. Her eyes snap back to try and meet his once more. 

“No, it is not foolish.” she assured almost breathlessly, and returning a gentle squeeze of her hand in his, “Because, I too can speak to the same trust of my life in your hands.” For all his deeds of death, he did also save her life before.

“The thing I want is impossible to have… you know that, Margaret…” he mutters softly as he slowly lets go of her small delicate little hands.. as one of his leather clad fingers hooks her chin and helped her gaze up at him… he gave a small closed lip smile as he brushed a curl out of her face…

Mercer sucked in a breath through his hooked nose and carefully nodded… “Is my trust all you needed, little Maggie…” he whispered in that thick accent. That accent that was unreadable depending on his mood… that accent that sounded so sweet when he was at her fingertips…

“Have I done something to upset you?”

“ … Ian … can I trust you …? ” a peculiar question to ask when she’s already so blindly trusted him in the past. But a desperate mother will do whatever desperate deed for the sake of those closest to her. // hi!!! I missed these two!

“Ian?”

The clerk hums lightly as he raised his head from his handkerchief… it lightly stained a beautiful crimson. Though hid the magnificent color behind his threatening black leather gloves.

“What ever happened to… Mr. Mercer? But it is a nice change! I enjoy it so.” He chuckles.. trying to tone down the urgency just a little as he scooted to the front of the seat to look at her.. his playful gaze slowly beginning to harden.. to one much more harden and frightening…

Such personal informality even for the model of proprietary that Margaret is. Was it on purpose, or a slip of the tongue? Or was it her own form of trust to allow speaking on a first name basis? “It is fitting now, I suppose~”

There was the familiar playfulness, when wits matched wits, but it quickly faded as she saw his change, reminding her, he was still no doubt a very dangerous man. Rather than withdrawing, Margaret held herself tall and firm. like a Queen knowing her power. 

“Thank you.” she answered in relief and with as much calm as she could muster. Even my life…? she wanted to add, but dared not. not yet.

“Margaret…”

He mutters before slowly reaching out with the squelch of those leather gloves.. he grasped her dainty hand with up most care, the same hands he used to hurt others… “I trust you… with my life..” he mutters softly, before looking down at his feet.. “It might be foolish.. but… I am willing.. I just…”

“I’m tired…”

Pirates of the Caribbean, but as vines, but it’s an AU

The Queen & The Rook.  Unexpected allies of opposing sides in a dangerous chess game.

okay, but have I mentioned how much I absolutely LOVE the concept of Margaret having a secret insider / intelligencer / hired-gun-bodyguard as Mister Mercer ??  just.so.boss!

PRINCIPAL Weatherby Swann

COUNSELORS Tia Dalma Bill Turner Uncle Jack

TEACHERS Armando Salazar Edward Teague Chevalle Cutler Beckett Davy Jones Edward Teach Elizabeth Swann Guillermo Lesaro Hector Barbossa Jack Sparrow James Norrington Magda Sao Feng Shansa Uncle Jack Will Turner

MONITORS Ian Mercer Joashmee Gibbs Theodore Groves John Scarfield

STUDENTS Anamaria Angelica Antonio Moss Bracero Carina Smyth Chris Giselle Marina Nico Cortez Philip Swift Santos Scarlett Syrena