#pirate!verse

@gentle-hearted

Yes, that had been the arrangement. A sacrifice to spare the villagers, to have mercy. One life over the lives of many. Had it been a hard decision to make?

Her aura burned in its brightness. He found he couldn't look directly at her yet, and so focused his eyes just slightly right of her face. Fear warred with other emotions, each one stabbing outward, but underneath it all he could see the purity of her soul.

He exhaled and forced his dark eyes from her aura to finally look at her fully. She was small, little more than a child, made smaller by the two pirates flanking her so she couldn't run. Two large men to guard one little girl. Dylan gave them a single, sharp glance and they backed away. Only then did he speak to her for the first time.

@runningracingdancingchasing

Standing alone upon the small foredeck at the prow of her ship, Alanna took in a deep breath of salty sea air and grinned ferally. The winds were with her, speeding the Diamond's way even with half-furled sails and whipping the petite woman's wild curls about her face.

Today would be a good day, she could feel it.

As the dawn broke over the eastern horizon, she spotted her, the Linnet, right on time and right on the exact trade route expected.

“Ship ahoy!” The call came from the crow’s nest, and Alanna’s grin widened. Time for action.

This was going to be fun.

“Lower the sails fully and hoist the colors, boys!” Alanna ordered jovially, and her men went to work doing as their captain commanded.

The Diamond’s version of the Jolly Roger made its way up to the top of the mainmast, the image of a leopard’s face mid-roar in the gold of desert sands upon a midnight blue background flapping almost gaily in the wind.

Today they would show mercy.

As long as the crew of the merchant ship gave easy access to the valuables they carried, there would be minimal bloodshed and no lives lost. This was usually the case. Merchant ships might have a soldier or mercenary or two aboard within the crew, but that wasn’t good security against a full crew of bloodthirsty pirates like those aboard the Diamond. So Alanna had no expectations that they would need to shed many “innocent” sailors’ blood today.

“Put on your best game faces, boys! Ready the gangplank!”

Brie has been enjoying her day at the beach, even though her father hated her being away from their property, since there was always a lot of things he attended to, and needed her by her side to be nothing more but a pretty face and present her to other people. But the rebellious side of her made her leave early in the morning down towards her favorite beach, it was such a sunny day at St.Martin that it would be shame to spend it between four walls.

Tina rubbed at her face. This day had gone too fast. But she was free. For now, she was finally off that damned ship. She shuffled through the small, quiet town. Over her dress was a burlap shawl she’d found upon entering the marketplace. Creatures, human and beast alike, meandered and pushed past her. She scanned faces, searching for any familiar features. The longer she found none, the more confident she became. Not calmer, but confident.

She slid into an alleyway, never more grateful for the musty smell of garbage. It surpassed the wooden, stale scents of the pirate ship she’d been trapped on for...how long had it been now, months? Time had become a nuisance for some time now. Tina ran a hand through her hair, feeling the greased, brown locks fall down her shoulders. She was in desperate need of a bath...the swim to shore had been unkind to her. But first, she needed a change. A queen’s attire was nothing to wear in the open.

Her shoes caught a fine price by a elder vendor, who gave Tina just enough pay to purchase a loose blouse and pants. She managed to weasel a small ration of lather for her skin and hair as well. With a stroke of dumb luck, she managed to convince a younger vendor to direct her to the public baths. Unsanitary as they were, Tina needed to scrub off some of the sea salt and sand. Hopefully, with cleaner hair and clothes, she’d be unrecognizable. Thanking the young man with what she had left, she headed to the outskirts of town.

True to the younger vendor’s word, a public bath was nestled between two large buildings. She was thankful there was no charge to bathe. Tina removed her new outfit from her person and bathed, mortified at the mount of filth that came out of her hair and skin. Had the walk to town been that far? It had only been a day at best, hadn’t it? Tina shook her head and sighed. She let the steam and quiet sounds of splashing overtake her. For now, she just needed to get clean and out of town. If she was lucky, the captain hadn’t noticed her absence.

When Tina was cleaned and dried, she returned to town. Her feet hardly felt the hot stones and sand. Walking barefoot on wood for as long as she had calloused her feet, she supposed. Tina stepped through the crowd, donning her burlap headscarf once more. As she moved through the hustle and bustle, she caught word of the town gossip. It was almost unavoidable, she supposed, in a town as small as this marketing stop.

An elderly woman commented on the horrendous attack on an unfamiliar ship that appeared in the harbor. A group of young women tittered about the state of the crew. From what Tina could tell, the crew was safe. Part of her felt relieved, and part of her terrified. While she was glad everyone was alright...that meant she had to be twice as careful to avoid getting captured. Tina stopped to let a group of people pass. As they walked, she listened to them chatter.

“Heard those pirates caught a queen and held her captive…” a burly, bearded man muttered. The man’s voice alone was enough to keep Tina’s attention.

“Mmh,” his skinnier, more nasally friend agreed. “Didn’t they lose her in the fight the other day?”

“As I’ve heard,” the burly man nodded. “Evidently, they’ve got her pet on board…”

Tina hissed. Razzy. He’d thrown her off the ship after the blast. She’d left him behind! Turning, she looked towards the entrance of town. It was then she caught a pair of familiar faces. The queen swore beneath her breath and turned, now moving further into town. The Captain had sent out their search party. She pressed past crowds of people and vendors, her head ducked low.

A quick glance over her shoulder gave her some hope. Kellian and Pine were looking around them. Better still, they were in human guize, most likely to prevent panic. That meant they’d be slower, at least to some degree. She had time to get away. Hopefully they wouldn’t pick up her trail. Though, with Pine being a naga, and Kellian part dragon...her chances of staying hidden for long were slim.

She moved fluidly through the crowd until the sight of a hat caught her gaze. Tina scowled. Of course, the damned Captain came to help search. Her eyes darted to an alleyway. Tina crept towards it, then broke into a sprint. If she could stay undetected until dark, her chances of finding Razzy and escaping with him would spike. Just stay hidden until dark in a strange place without any means of defending herself. Easy.

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Ollie scowled as they caught sight of their first mate approaching them. The lanky man crossed his arms as they approached, eyeing Kiwi at their side.

“We ‘aven’t found ‘er yet.” He said flatly, blue eyes still scanning the crowd of market partrons. Pine ran a hand through his teal hair.

“Boss, I’m thinkin’ she left town,” Pine added. He rubbed at his legs, his distaste for them over his tail clear. “She’s smart-”

“Wouldn’ be searchin’ fer her if ya kept yer eyes on her properly,” Kellian growled. Pine glared at the taller man, but cast his gaze to the ground. He knew better than to challenge Kellian. Turning his attention to the captain, Kellian flicked his ears. “I caught ‘er scent at tha community bathin’ place, but after that things get tricky.”

The captain sighed and rubbed their face, then glanced to Kiwi. The snoodle growled at their side, but offered no input on the queenie’s location. With the queen’s snoodle out of commission from the blast, they were running out of means to find her. Their only chance now was the queen returning for Razzy… Knowing how attached she was to the critter, she would at nightfall, if not sooner.

“We’ll head back ta’ tha ship,” Ollie instructed. “Help patch tha ship up, an’ put Razzy outside under some trees. Let queenie see ‘im, and keep ‘im close enough so ya can grab Queenie when she comes fer ‘im.” Kellian and Pine nodded, and turned back towards the town’s entrance. The Captain spared one last glance into town and followed after them.

In hindsight, Oliver couldn’t blame the queen for running from the ship. They could hardly blame her for anything she’d said or done thus far. She made it a point to constantly remind captain and crew of what they’d done to her, what they’d taken from her, and how their abuse of her kindness hurt her. Oliver dragged a hand over their face. Why they’d done it was still beyond them. Taking the queen hostage had done nothing but cause their crew pain and frustration.

Every chance she got, Tina attempted to flee. Ollie hadn’t planned on keeping the queen on board as long as they had. Wherever they were in a position to take the queen home, something like the explosion threw them off track. Even the crew began questioning just when their captain would release their queenly captor and end whatever plan they’d had in mind. But for now, it was an explosive, terrible mess they had to fix. Soon.

~AN

Ooooh boy, part two of the fifty prompt long list I’ve been working on ajsjsj

I wanted to make this story longer so I might go back and add new parts later but this was getting too long for what I had in mind >~> this was supposed to be easyyyyy

Anyways this story is set in the pirate!verse owned by @oliverthesaltyedgelord and I. It’s by far one of, if not our edgiest and angstiest verses. If you’re not sure what’s going on, the Captain (Ollie) kidnapped the queen (Tina) from her home after raiding her kingdom, who trusted the band of pirates. And...hell pretty much ensues for Captain ;9;

So yeah!

Pine, Kellian and Captain!Ollie belong to @oliverthesaltyedgelord

Tina, Razzy and the writing belongs to me, @tinyliltina!

@justmilah

Port Royal was a pirate town if ever there was one. It was also a very good place for said pirates to buy and sell some of their stolen loot--the loot they didn’t keep for themselves, that is. And today, Belle and her crew had quite a bit of loot they didn’t need--mostly booze. Sure, they’d drink rum or ale, but Belle never allowed grog aboard her ship--it was foul-tasting swill, and did nothing to help any sailor’s wit--and even with the alcohol she allowed, it was never more than two or three barrels onboard at a time. So today they had quite a good amount to sell off, and while a few of her crew were off doing that and the rest who hadn’t been let behind to guard the ship had gone to find their own entertainment, Belle decided to go see what merchandise caught her eye in the few open-air vendors’ booths along the pier.

|| @thecolourblindmechanic ||  ⚓

Leonidae darted around the people on the busy dock, satchel clutched tight to his chest. It didn’t seem to be full of any jewels, or... anything for that matter, but he was holding it like a lifeline. Judging the space from dock to ship he hollered to his crew, scaling the side of The Lion of The Sea as it were nothing to him. Having claws helped.

[ Continued from here ]

“I saw you eyeballing that asshole at the end of the bar. I know that look. Usually means somebody’s about to get punched in the face. And I happen to know that that one?” The little blonde jerked her chin in the direction of a certain boisterous fellow who’d spent the last ten minutes making lewd jokes and grabbing at every barmaid who came within arm’s reach. “He’s got it coming.”

She sat back and took a long sip of her drink, blue eyes glittering over the sip.

HALT! Before you proceed, this story is part of a series!

You can check out part 1 here!

And part 2 here!

There be digestion and some mild gore mentioned ahead!! This is a \/ore story! Onto the show :)

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Some time later, Jake heard footsteps. He looked up to see Chris walking back towards him. Instantly, he threw his weight forwards with a hiss. She didn’t react. Jake’s hair stood on end as she neared him.

“Comin’ t’gloat?” He snapped.

She looked up, meeting his gaze cooly. While clean and dry, she still looked exhausted. Her hands tinkered with something, and the cell door pushed open. Jake blinked. She was so…calm for someone he’d snarled at. Had this been her plan all along? Wear down his guard, then make him regret it? Get in good with the Hunters?

Slowly, she stepped up to him, eyeing him for a moment. He saw something flicker on her face. Guilt? Worry? He couldn’t be sure, it was gone as soon as it came. A straight-faced Chris stepped alongside, and then behind him. Fingers grasped his wrists. He tensed, expecting a stab of pain. Instead there was a soft >click. Jake felt his arms fall to his sides. He turned to look at her, eyes widened.

“How didja…?” He brought his arms forwards, rubbing at the red rawness where the shackles had been.

She grinned, lifting a ring of keys. “I’m a pirate, remember?”

Jake balked. She’d come back for him. She could have ran, never looked back. Left him and his crew behind for the safety of the navy. Yet she’d come back. He stared at her. Just when he thought he had the stowaway baker all figured out, she managed to surprise him.

Chris offered him a hand. It took him a moment to take it, and ease himself onto his aching legs. He didn’t feel incredibly steady, but it was the best feeling to move on his own, even with the stings from the whip wounds.

“I haven’t found a way out yet but figured you could find it better than me,” Chris said softly. “We might wanna hurry before the guards find out where I went to-“

“Let ‘em come,” Jake grinned. He’d deal with them the best way he knew how. Even now, Chris smelled delicious, and it took focus on every fiber of his being to not eat her again. No, now he had to be captain. Hungry dragon would come soon enough. “C’mon, an’ stay behind me.”