#fatherofgreenleaf

        The Princess can only find the strength to cant her golden head, gaze set upon         her father. With winds whisking about them, robes set against the breeze, to her,         he appeared as solid as stone. What he would speak on the behalf of her state-         ment was not clear. Yet, there was no worry.

✕ ▼ fatherofgreenleaf ▲ ✕

Ϣith only ONE seat open in POTIONS, Pietro hardly thought TWICE about it. Rounding the  desk, && tentatively placing his things down next to the Slytherin. 

❛ Beans? ❜ he held out a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans. Pietro was  nearly DISASTROUS at small talk.

fatherofgreenleaf

Captain’s Log 17th of December, 1718

                    With no cook and hardly a crumb to name, the sanity of my men are becoming less than acceptable. I have concerns that in no time, they will take to each other with what little patience they have, and instead of worrying about starvation or disease, I must then worry about manning a ship with less able body men. I must one day repay the patience of my Quartermaster for he is the one whom is keeping the men in control. Unfortunately the Spanish Main has become less profitable, so that raises the determination of two empires. It is a time of desperate need and if we continue to sail the coordinates marked on my map, British territory is where we will land. Danger is sure to come, and many good lives may be lost, but it is a territory guaranteed to provide the provisions needed, for there is a demand of metal and sugar. If we can plunder and sell this, by the Grace of God, my men can have a full belly and good rest.                     May fair winds bring fair plunder and evade the wrath of King George.

They were full of gaiety, slacked jaw rebels jubilant with the sound of talk and light laughter all through the evening. It was as if God himself heard the prayers of hungry men, laying thick sheets of fog over steamy waters to blanket row boats bobbing slowly to the shores of a tiny English island; located a few knots East of British Jamaica, the last place any free man would want to be. Everyone had hopes of a good haul, as rumors of a wealthy merchant made residence on this tiny island, and wealthy merchants meant wealthy provisions, and if provisions are wealthy, then plantations are abundant.

Disgusting principles they are. Enslaving the rights of men to work themselves to death--even if it is a culture in some nations to offer slavery instead of killing a man in gamble, that had no business being in another for manipulation; the thought of the East India Trading Company made bitterness spat into the sea. 

But mirth was not forced into a heart hung with lead despite the excitement surrounding. Open to the moonlight, and the faint sighing of the night wind among palms, quick footsteps established themselves on a sandy beach. However the innocence of one rather young man setting driftwood ablaze changed the covert intentions into a full out battle.

“You fool!” anger yelled “You are going to blow our cover!” but it was too late. They had been spotted, and alarm bells began to ring.

Pirates! watch tower guards yelled, musket fire peppering the spot of land they cross already killing five men. Grab arms! Pirate attack! 

“Take what you can and steal what we need!”

This island, obviously by now, had seen the threat of attack before and are highly prepared to fight. And as the excited crew of men scattered, this one raven haired fellow saw the dimming glow of light from a peculiar mansion near the island’s cliff face. That must be the merchant’s house. With the distraction of chaos, he ran along the sandy steppes despite the disadvantages of exhaustion and without so much as knocking or ringing the bell to be answered, glass shattered at his entrance through a bay window. A shrill scream echoed from the second floor at the top of the stairs exposing a candlestick wielding stout woman whimpering for her life to be spared.

“Shh!” anxiousness ran skipping steps in attempts to calm the old woman “Would you please!” forcing her mouth shut with his hand “I’m not fond of bringin’ animals t’the slaughter, so be quiet!” and knocked her unconscious. 

Killing an innocent man has never been his taste, though it should not be discredited he hasn’t. Serving in the British military in previous years had filled his blood lust of innocents enough, hands forever stained the colour of red so to speak. From old to young, men to women, and even...children...without a choice given or it would be his head hanging from the noose, cradled in some basket, or dumped off on an unmarked location forever lost in some animals shit.

tfln meme || accepting

Send Me a Pairing - fatherofgreenleaf​ && sovereigncrown​

who puts pizza bagels and captain crunch in the shopping cart:

 Francis, is more of the pizza bagels type while Mary is more for cereal.

who forgot the rule about putting foil in the microwave and subsequently caused a small fire:

Mary, who often forgets to remind herself to remove metal and foil.

who sleeps naked

Both, given the situation. Mainly Francis as Mary is reserved at times.

who sleeps under 3 blankets

Mary, unless she is next to Francis.

who has a huge crush on Billy Joel

Neither, it isn’t their type of music, though Mary will listen if it shows up on the radio.

who gets drunk and breaks shit

Francis, in which he will apologize over and over for doing it.

who’s a closeted anime fan

Neither, busy schedules don’t allow for much tv time.

who initiates sex at inappropriate times/places

Francis, who does it to make Mary blush.

who’s afraid of Slenderman

Mary, but she knows it’s nothing but a story.

what their wedding song will be

Omg I don’t even know lol. Snow Patrol’s Chasing Cars?

what their biggest fight was about

Mary’s insecurity, and something that was small but she made it bigger then it truly was.

why they work together

[ SPF 70 not enough huh? :| ]