#captainhands

The literal first thing Lestat felt when he woke up was a jolt of anger and fear through his bond with James. It was like a knife to the chest it hurt so strongly and he almost stumbled when he stood up from the force of the outside emotions. Lestat felt his own rage slowly building as he realized his beloved James was being held prisoner somewhere.

He couldn’t let that stand.

The second he got a good meal into him, Lestat followed the pull of their bond across the oceans in seconds, flying faster than he ever thought he could. Soon enough, a large ship appeared on the horizon, one flying a black flag with a man and a spear on it. With his vampire eyes, he could see James tied to the mast with a gag in his mouth from all the way up in the sky and he growled at the sight.

He landed on deck in seconds, rushing to James’s side and looking him up and down.

“Mon Cherie? Mon Dieu, what have they done to you?” Lestat was about to start undoing the literal CHAINS they had James wrapped in, but he hissed in pain the second he touched them. Silver. The fucking chains had silver in them somehow. Lestat clenched his fists when he pulled away, trying to think of a way to get James freed when he heard James mumbling something against the gag and felt a knife pressing into his cheek shortly after.

“I’d suggest you move your knife if you wish to keep your hand, Monsieur.” Lestat snarled, turning to look at the man threatening him. There stood a short dark haired man with anger in his eyes, staring him down like he had nothing to lose.

He was momentarily taken off guard from that. Little moments where he spoke softer to Edward when Blackbeard was riled. But it was that which he wanted, to reach his boss and rip him back from that pathetic twat’s grip.  

“Thought part of being your first mate is to be there to keep your head on straight. ”  He reminded him. “ You lost your head is all.  ”  He’s not gonna drop it,  keep pawing at it until the other understands how important this is for them.

          ❝  I  haven’t  lost  anything.  ❞  the  captain  growled  in  response.  but  it  was  a  blatant  lie,  one  of   a   man  in  denial.  arguably,  edward  had  lost  everything.  he’d  lost  his  edge,  lost  who  he  used  to  be  —  the  vicious,  feared  blackbeard  persona  —  instead,  he  was  a  snivelling,  emotional  mess,  wallowing  in  his  own  sadness.  he’d  lost  his  drive,  his  motivation,  and  nothing  inspired  him  like  it  used  to.  there  was  no  sense  of  adventure,  no  lust  for  life  anymore.

and,  arguably  worst  of  all,  he’d  lost  stede. 

HIT ‘EM WHERE IT HURTS SENTENCE STARTERS

@captainhands​ asked ;  ❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❛

no.  edward  teach  was  not  a  weapon.  he  was  just  a  man,  like  any  other.  a  ma  who  has  feelings,  who  shouts  when  he’s  angry,  cries  when  he  is  hurt,  who  doesn’t  bottle  up  his  emotions  to  the  point  of  bursting  — not  anymore.

but  blackbeard... blackbeard  does  not  weep.  he  is  vicious,  wicked,  a  cold-hearted  killer,  the  most  feared  pirate  this  century,  and  he  feels  nothing.  looking  at  the  weak,  snivelling  mess  that  he  had  become,  the  blackbeard  of  the  past  would  be  disgusted  with  himself.