#new threads

Out with the old in with the new!

Some Toga, Sako and Kai redesigns! With the two now working for the marble man they’ve gotta have fresh threads!

New Year new threads! Or no threads 😉

ooc;  One of the things I love about writing Ravus is how my AUs for him can range from military general/specialist to fae king. I adore the vast diversity.  On that note, if you’re someone I follow from a different fandom and you don’t know how to put our muses together, this is your invitation to send me a DM so we can work out an AU or a partner-specific verse of some sort. 

After this, I’ll likely be putting that block on new threads for a time, making certain I don’t get overwhelmed again. 

   Under the curtain of silver grey rain, the Black Pearl approached the ship that had unwittingly crossed it’s path. They were not terribly far from the island where the vessel had surely just left. Barbossa could tell by it’s size it must be carrying sizeable cargo, and if it was fresh out of port then they had plenty of spoils for the taking.

  The biggest risk they currently ran was not knowing how many guns were aboard the vessel. As large as she was, she had to be heavily laden. It would be foolish to assume otherwise. So they would have to approach with extreme stealth and caution. Luckily, The Black Pearl was built for exactly that.

With Barbossa at the helm, they fell upon their prey like a shadow in the dark. The seas churned beneath them, but the winds were not too terrible as to make it utterly treacherous.

“Steady now lads,” he called to the men on deck as they drew into firing range. One clean shot along her bow. Enough to get their attention. Too late for them to turn and fight. They’d cut them off, crossing T as it were, with their own guns primed to fire into the ship’s unprotected bow. If the larger ship was wide, it would try to turn, trying to bring itself into an arch to fire back with it’s broadside guns. If it was bold, it might try to ram them. If that happened, Barbossa had no problem sinking it before it could.

Two life boats loaded with armed men were ready to advance on the ship as it came upon them, sweeping up on them from below and overwhelming them from within. 

As rain pelted them, Hector stood firm at the rail, his beloved beside him. In the mist, he slipped his hand over his lover’s and laced their fingers. Assurance. Good luck. Bracing for what was to come. He glanced at him, offering one of his sly smirk. “Ready for the squall, m’ luv?” he asked, his voice only carrying far enough for Percy to hear. His hand squeezed his again. 

What they were doing was dangerous, yes. Life itself out here was to constantly walk the fine line between life and death. But Barbossa was one of the greatest plunderers of all the pirates. There had never been a ship that he could not overtake. Sometimes he was forced to sink them, yes. But he never left empty handed. Never. This would be no different, the pirate lord was certain.

Close as they were in the gloom, he lifted Percy’s hand to his lips and kissed it briefly. “When she starts to list, that’s when we’ll use the hooks and drag her in. Then we’ll board; take what we need and leave. She’s too slow to turn herself about in time to catch us. Disabling the rudder won’t hurt either.” Another devilish smirk. “Just another day’s work, hmm?” he mused, looking to his partner for approval.