#averygoodcook

          The silence that stretched on between them was very much the same one that had enveloped her day after day upon sending John away. While alone her thoughts had been consumed by her anger, her frustration, her pain. It was true the saying that betrayal never came from your enemies. Those fiery days gave way to balmy nights, the breeze soothing the wounds her being, her spirit, bore that were still raw.

                                                        But it was also said that time healed all wounds.

potc: the curse of the black pearl || accepting!

          Megan made it a point not to look at him directly, bottom lip caught between her teeth. The chill in the night air is barely felt but it’s familiarity to what she had been before that makes her wrap her arms around herself as if to shield her body from it in some way. Some form of humor taints her words as she finally brings herself to look up at the ink black sky above their heads, far off dying stars twinkling for what could be the last time. “ Good thing this isn’t a ghost story, huh? ”

          She fixes him with a cool stare before looking away, tips of her fingers rubbing at the end of her nose. “ My father fought me every step of the way when I told him that as my graduation present I wanted to take a road trip. Saved up all my money, made sure my car was in shape, and I took off the day after my high school graduation. ” A wry chuckle bubbles up in her throat, long hair swaying as if even after so many years she can’t believe it. “ Shit you not, I was on my way home when I caught a flat outside of Pennsylvania. Pulled over, got to work on gettin’ the spare, and–– ” she falters, eyes searching the distance.

          “ It was like gettin’ hit by a fuckin’ Mack truck. Took the breath right out of me. I think the impact might’ve broken somethin’ because somewhere I heard somethin’ pop but I didn’t have time to register anything before I was bein’ dragged into the woods. ” With a lick of her lips she lifts a hand to beckon one of his own into her possession, slender fingers wrapping themselves around his wrist so as to guide his hand under her shirt, pressing his fingertips to the gnarled scar tissue that has since called it home across the expanse of her rib cage.

          ❛ would that really be such a bad thing? ❜

          she didn’t meet his gaze as she voiced the question that had been on her mind for some time now. for some reason that she simply could not fathom, this war was important. it was important to flint, to silver, to jack. it had been important to vane. but anne couldn’t understand why. while she could understand wanting to score a victory against britain, that wasn’t what they were fighting for now. they were fighting for an island that brought nothing but misery. they were fighting for a safe haven that wasn’t all that safe. had it not been for jack’s stake in this war, anne knew that she would have left this cause long ago. some part of her still wished to.

     His hand enclosed around hers at once as she approached, the other holding steady on the crutch keeping him upright. Ever since their takeover of Nassau, Silver had been pulled in every which way IMAGINABLE, at one moment stood in the Governor’s Mansion, organising crews, and the next, stood on the beach, preparing for any potential retaliation from the fort, now entrenched with Eleanor Guthrie and some of Rogers’ men. To even steal this quiet moment together was apparently a luxury to be treasured above everything else, but Silver knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was called away again.

     ‟ Soon. ”

     The barest hint of a smile pulled at his lip as he lowered his tone, grateful that Elizabeth was still safe and accounted for if nothing else. Amidst all the chaos, he couldn’t deny that there was nothing he currently wanted more than a few moments of PEACE, to secure their victory in the town and work to stabilise order and commerce, and begin setting into motion the new structure required to operate Nassau as a colony free of the Crown. But every time one fire was put out, five more were simultaneously started. Flint had said that it would pass, but hours of violence and brutality were continuing to tick by.

     ‟ The situation will calm. It has to calm out there. And when it does I can more easily delegate responsibility. ”

          ❛ are you completely certain of that? ❜ suspicion fell like a haze over her dark eyes as she glanced at him. it sounded like the sort of reassurance that flint would offer, and she had to wonder if he was merely parroting it. whether it was for her benefit or his own, she couldn’t say. but it left something to be desired, certainly. not even his hand around hers could offer her much reassurance in that moment. they had secured themselves a victory, but it was a small one. there was still a great deal of hard work ahead for them, and elizabeth still wasn’t entirely sure how they planned to achieve it.

          ❛ the men have gone completely mad in the streets. i have half a mind to wonder if they’re doing more harm than good. ❜ they deserved their celebrations, of course, but there were some taking their actions to the extreme, causing larger messes that flint, silver, and the rest of them would inevitably have to clean up if they ever hoped to rebuild nassau to its former glory.

          she smiled against his lips, palms resting gently against his chest. there were some parts of silver that were still a complete enigma to her, his thought process somewhat included. in this particular circumstance, she had to wonder if there was a reason for his seeking her affection, or if he was merely in an especially doting mood — though either way, she hardly minded.

     He wasn’t sure what had prompted the comment, barely more than a murmur in his ear as she’d slowly moved to stand at his side. Silver had scarcely even noticed her approach in the midst of the speech he’d been giving to the men, drawing upon all of the power he knew he possessed in his rhetoric to convince them that now was the opportune time to make a landing on Nassau’s shores and take back what was theirs. It had certainly done the trick in convincing them, as always when he set his mind towards his considerable talent in persuasion, the men now slowly dispersing from where they’d been gathered on the Walrus’ deck.

     Turning his head a fraction to meet her gaze, he sensed his heartbeat quicken a fraction in his ribcage, one corner of his lip turning upwards as he leaned in, lowering his tone accordingly.

     ‟ is that an invitation or a demand? ”

          a smirk pulled at her lips, one that she was struggling very hard to hide. the remark had, more or less, slipped out --- not that she regretted it, by any means. it was, on all accounts, a true statement. there was just something in the way he carried himself in front of the men, in the way he gave orders and rallied so many behind his cause. he had a way of saying exactly what the men needed to hear, and it was a quality that she respected and admired.

          she let a faint grin loose as her eyes slid in his direction. ❛ oh, i would certainly never dream of demanding anything of the pirate king, ❜ she responded, her voice light and teasing. ❛ but, i suppose if you were to find some sort of interest in such an invitation, i would be more than happy to give it. ❜