g a l l o w s

  devotiune            Crawls...

honestly? gabe would like that.

            Crawls out of the ocean, fingers...

pushes him back in.

Yes, there is one place and that’s deep within the sunken ship he and his crewmates once sailed upon. THE TERROR was indeed a ship, though his former crewmates paid a pretty penny to erase all accounts and documents of the ship’s existence. They then refurbished the ship and sold it to another crew, and the ship was renamed. Of course, Pyke would have known the ship from every gash and scar on the bottom, so he sunk it thinking his former crew was on it.

One or two people were, but he killed most of the rest despite them not being directly involved in his death. After the ship sunk, Pyke inhabited its wreckage as his home. When he ‘ dies ’, his body returns there in the same state it was in when he originally died. He also goes here to get away from the surface.

          Pyke wasn’t used to the persistence of others, especially ones who didn’t seem to fear him. Conversations were usually cut short, either by the screams of those who regarded him, or their sudden silence from the edge of his barber-blade. Regardless, as he hears the excited girl ramble on, Pyke stares with glowing eyes, dark circles surrounding them to emphasize just how tired he was ( though he was uncertain if this was exhaustion or not ). — Though this was a child… and he wasn’t that cruel.

          A hand reaches down into the waters, and with it comes a fish that he merely hands to the bubbly girl in hopes that she’ll become distracted.

Pyke hates them, just as any Bilgewatian would and should. The Harrowing is the one event that manages to unite Bilgewater, setting differences aside to protect everyone’s home. There’s a reason why Miss Fortune managed to get Graves and TF to help her not only take care of the Harrowing, but to take care of Gangplank at the same time.

Pyke is no exception, as he’ll put aside his differences and hatred to help defend Bilgewater’s ports since he can fight in the fog without conflict. He knows the waters better than most, and he can’t permanently die unless under very particular circumstances, so he’ll always regenerate if he’s killed during the fight.

          He hears the plip - plop of the stones hitting the water before it stops and sinks down below. It hadn’t bothered him until the stone falls and nearly interrupts his travels. A gloved hand curls around the stone and he tosses it with all his might back where it had come from: at the person who threw it.

          “ These waters ain’t for throwin’ shit, kid. GO HOME. ”