just you wait.

“I’d just like my sea glass, please,” she requested. It had taken what felt like endless hours of scouring the beach for a piece of true sea glass with the gold traces. One in twenty thousand pieces of sea glass was true red and Grace had been wanting it for herself, but it was meant for Ekaterina. “That’s all I want.”

It sounded so incredibly stupid to give the girl she loved a pretty rock, but Grace knew the value behind the sea glass. It was worth about as much as a diamond ring. To Grace, she could fashion it into one of some sort.

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Lex practically bellowed out at the sound of a voice behind them, one hand curling around the shiny rock as they whirled around on the spot while the other instinctively flew to the revolver on their belt; fingers gripped at handle but made no move to draw. Lex was damn sure that would look pretty awful to just about everyone else on the island if they were to shoot one of the captives point blank. “How is one of you always fecking around? You breed like bloody rabbits, God, there should naw be so many of you!” And how the hell did this little... Lex’s first instinct was to call her a child, but damn if that did not feel wrong while they were staring such a pretty thing in the face-- how could she even tell that the first mate had lifted a piece of stinking glass off her person? Was it something about their body language? Their speech, maybe? “Bloody bane of my existence you lot are, keep thinkin’ I’m ‘bout to get a bullet up my arse.” The pirate grumbled after a beat or two.

Lately, Flynn’s mind had been scattered, to say the least. He was thinking about too many things, or he wasn’t thinking about anything at all. There were rarely any moments in between. There had been little time for him to actually process the past events, and everything threatened to take him in a whirlwind soon. Putting on a pair of old jeans, he could feel the pinch of something inside one of the pockets. The navigator quickly retrieved the item so he could have a look. As he brought his hand up, he could see the small gold medal of some Saint he didn’t know. On the back, there was a date and two names engraved. Flynn’s and his sisters.

His mother had sent him the medal when its golden links snapped in two, hoping he would have it repaired and sent back to her. Flynn couldn’t even recall when that had happened, but he knew he had made a promise to fix it. Now, staring at the still broken thing, he realized he needed to do something about it. Moving in a hurry, there were, once again, several things in his mind all at once, and he wasn’t paying much attention where he was going until colliding with Lex.

“Shoot,” he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his dark hair. “No, it’s… My bad,” he shook his head from side to side. “I’m glad you’re good,” Flynn added. At least, he assumed he hadn’t hurt them or anything. “But, you’re probably right. Being more vigilant is a good plan,” he stated, resuming his path. “So, I guess I’ll… See you around,” he was already moving on. Walking a few feet away, he suddenly placed his hands inside his pockets again. This time, they were empty.

Flynn stopped on his tracks, tattering frantically for his mother’s pendant. He could have dropped it somewhere. So, he began making his way back where he’d come from until his eyes connected with Lex holding up the medal. “Make what work, exactly?” he asked, having eavesdropped on that last part, his arms crossing over his chest.

It wasn’t so much that Lex wanted whatever Flynn had in his pocket, it was just... stress relief, of sorts. Plus, a medal? Definitely not what they’d hoped for. Inspecting it, it was clear this was just something of sentimental value, easily determined by the names on the back. Flynn, and someone else’s name, but it wasn’t as if she knew the other pirate well enough to know who it was referring to.

And then a voice piped up, clear as day, which nearly caused the first mate to drop the bloody thing in surprise. It didn’t take a look back to know it was Flynn, they were at least well acquainted enough for that, and it definitely did not take a look to know that he was probably less than pleased by the fact that Lex had pinched something of his. They were well aware of how things usually went down when one was caught pickpocketing.

There was no reward without risk, they’d always known that. But it wasn’t exactly their finest moment, stealing from another pirate; they were far too savvy for tricks like the one they’d pulled. “Uh--” Fuck nuggets. Lie. Lie like your goddamn life depends on it. This ain’t no time for a brawl. “Flynn-- hey, buddy,” The pirate turned around, crooked smile in place while trying not to look like they’d been caught out. “Somebody... dropped this. And I, uh... picked it up-- aye, yeah, was absolutely gonna find the owner and it-- looks like it’s you... that’s so weird, right?” Even if Flynn didn’t believe Lex, and he had every right to be skeptical, it was worth a shot. Ever the roguish type, they’d try just about anything to weasel out of consequences.

▟ one of their kinks

“If you really hafta know-- domination.”

nsfw tetris!

“–Give me one good reason why I should agree to this?”

“Because, Turner, I wanna pull a William Tell and shoot this here apple off yer head from thirty feet away, an’ it’s gonna be deadly fun. Plus, people will be mad impressed,” Lex answered far too easily, tossing the fruit up and down with one hand and running her thumb down the hammer of one of their pistols with the other. From the time they’d already been here, it seemed like most pirates were meant to just spend their time on the island doing bugger all. Lex, being, well, Lex, wasn’t having any of that.

There were only so many nights that one could stay up until sunrise playing video games to what was intended to be 100% completion and ended up with half the side quests ignored and most of the collectibles uncollected-- the first mate was easily bored by repetitive tasks, and being stuck on land for what seemed like it would be a good while already had Lex itching to get back out on the waves.

At least out there the job tended to have some different aspects to it each day. Here... she was just supposed to lounge around, wait for a ward, and in the meantime, pretend like they were filling the day with busy work when in actuality Lex was absolutely scoping the population for beautiful people to talk to.

Maybe if the call to get out of the line of fire hadn’t been too late, maybe if there’d been available tools aboard The Storm of Sparta to treat a shattered patella and the many breaks to her tibia and fibula from the full force of a ball of iron crashing through one of the masts and colliding with the right side of Lex’s body. Maybe if Michael Gallagher had thought proper care was needed for an injury like that, maybe if he had docked and maybe, just maybe, had considered better medical help of a kind-- something better than the rudimentary supplies surgeons were supplied with --Lex could have filled their days with relearning old dance steps.

But as that familiar ache reminded the pirate... such was life, right? It was just as well one of her crew mates was around so they could have a splash of fun to break up the dreariness of the day.

“C’mon now, Turner-- I’ll let you do me after, swear it. You know I don’t miss. Just-- please? Give me some entertainment for two seconds of the afternoon? Come on, you know wanna see how it’ll happen, don’tcha? And we could get some attention from the ladies...” Leaning forward and gently jabbing Aaden in the side, Lex gave the surgeon the most crooked, charming smile they could muster. “What’s life without a lil’ danger anyway, ey?”

At this point, though, the first mate was willing to take their chances. “Next time it happ’ns, I swear...” Lex muttered under their breath, loping along one of the paths near the cinema-- only for a shoulder to come crashing against her own. Oh, for God fucking arse titty fucking cunt monkey fuck’s sake, Jesus and all of his bloody fucking saints! Really?? What was it about today, seriously? Was Lex invisible or something? No. That was it. They’d had enough.

The reflexive dip into the person’s pocket to pull out whatever they had in there was smooth as ever. It helped, of course, that Lex was wearing a fairly spacious jacket with beautifully hand-stitched inside pocket for things that the pirate would lift to go into. Rolling into the collision, and slipping the takings into the secret compartment, Lex then clapped the poor sucker on the back. “Ah, fuck-- sorry ‘bout that, mate. Gotta be more vigilant, ain’t we?” A light chuckle, and the first mate was walking a fair bit quicker down the path in an effort to be out of sight before her target had noticed a thing was out of place.

Once Lex had rounded the corner, however, the power of curiosity had become too much to bear and they pulled out their little reward for a pickpocket well done. “... Well, well, well. Interesting.” The pirate mused quietly, inspecting the new, shiny and interesting thing (metaphorically, of course, Lex isn’t always like a bloody bird) with her back to the person she’d just stolen from, feeling fairly confident about being in the clear. Can’t say I was expectin’ this but, ah... I can make this work. Yeah. I can do it.”

10. killed someone

--- "I really hope this ain’t some bleedin’ heart pirate askin’ for help... ‘cause let me tell you, we ain’t the type that lives if we don’t do what needs ta be done. If you don’t draw first, you don’t draw at all.

--- “So, uh, best advice for that? Keep on keepin’ on, try not ta think about the family you mighta ruined. S’all I got, really.”

get my muse’s advice on a problem.