more devil than a man.

✽ independent AU blog for future!rickon stark. ✽ comfortable with all posting styles. ✽ 15 yr. rping exp — 1 on tumblr. ✽ fancies icons in replying, but you don’t have to. ✽ multi-verse and multi-ship (picky). ✽ willing to do novella/multi-paras with plotting. ✽ crossover, oc, & genderbent friendly.

     The grin spread wider at the tale of exploits and the Jackdaw's assets when confronted by a considerably larger and more powerful ship. “I'm glad to hear that,” he confirmed, raising his glass to toast their enterprise's success. “To a most promising partnership! And may the winds carry us home!”      —A drunkard’s prayer a sailor would sometimes find himself muttering before setting sail to dangerous waters and unknown outcomes. A way of guaranteeing his safe return, if you wish.

     “And your crew? I suppose you’re still flanked by your reliable Adéwalé, but how about the rest? Can you trust each and everyone of them to play their part and not flee from the battle?” Rackham inquired seriously. It was a matter of life and death, be it one of the men abandon ship or a gunner hide below deck, any such detail could be their downfall; Jack had only ever embarked with men he knew well and could count on.

     “Well, then, I believe we have ourselves a deal, Edward,” he held out his hand for the Captain to shake in order to seal the pact fully. There was no going back, now.

     “When are we to leave port, Captain?” he inquired with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair, taking a large swig of rum.

         Alliances made when the tide rides in their favor? Trust was rarely, if ever, earned in the world of pirates. Difficult to keep and even more difficult to uphold in the foreshadow of a great adventure. Edward was a bragger, aye, and if it is the Jackdaw that will suffer the brawn and emerge victorious, then he had every right to do so! ❝I keep 'em on a tight leash, Rackham. M'crew were prisoners, once ago. They know I can spot a traitor 'rom a mile 'way.❞  An exhaled sigh ( out of weariness ), but the small smile transformed into a grin.

        Aye... a partnership he hopes will stick until one of them dies -- or both.

     Edward grabbed the hand and shook it, pulling away just as quickly in order to lean back.❝I originally plan t'leave soon, n' I will stick by tha' promise.❞ The Jackdaw's speed was extraordinary and Adéwalé had a keen eye that day. He had to say thanks to the man one day or another, but plundering and swashbuckling took that opportunity away and pushed it beyond what he wanted it. ❝Leave in t'mornin', aye, for t'Man o' War can disappear right under our noses.❞