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“A charming invitation, but I fear I must decline.” [ @ t.ham, london era ! ]

{ The Pirate Chase Starters }

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“Oh,” Thomas swiftly strangled his sense of disappointment at the dismissal – it wasn’t so much that he expected lieutenant McGraw to always be at his beck and call, but rather that he had grown rather accustomed to him over recent weeks and had hoped that they might be able to continue on their conversations over dinner. 

Miranda had seemed certain that the man would be receptive to such an invitation, so perhaps there truly was some other engagement at play – it simply wasn’t in his experience that refusals were ever just due to bad timing. He smiled regardless, and fell upon the prescribed response for such situations as these. “Perhaps another time then.”  

“It’s cold outside” | Joji to Thomas

{ The Meme }

There was no sound before Thomas found himself draped with a blanket – nothing to forewarn him of what was coming. He stiffened a moment, looking around until he caught sight of the culprit – and the silence was understood so immediately, he could not help but smile as he drew the article tighter around himself with a sense of gratitude swiftly overriding the nervous irritation that had bubbled up to begin with. 

“Thank you,” He hesitated only a moment, then, “Will you be warm enough?” He supposed the man would, but courtesy could only be throttled so far. 

“We’ve never known what we were doing before, why should we let that stop us now?” [ @ vane fkcjnKJNF ]

{ The Pirate Chase Starters }

“There’s a difference between not knowing how something will turn out and going in fucking blind Flint.” How did this man live? Shaking his head, Charles stabbed at the map with his finger, “This blind spot is all well and good, but how are you proposing we get to it without bottoming out our ships, or being noticed by the soldiers in the fort? If they fire on us before we get to this area, we’re as good as sunk.”

Withdrawing his hand, he met the man’s eyes squarely, challenging and unyielding. “I want this as much as you do – but I have no intention of being stupid about it. The fuck’s the point of all this if none of our men are alive to profit from it? You have our support, so stop scrambling to convince us to follow you and start focusing on how to use us properly. I know you’re smarter than this, so prove it.”

“I believe in all sorts of things I didn’t believe in a month ago.” [ @ hume, verses are for people who arent frantically typing this in class ]

{ The Pirate Chase Starters }

“And you think yourself alone on that score?” Graham wondered, “Or is it that you know you are not, and you expect to leverage something by means of observational diatribe?” Captain “Flint” was not the only man on this island now who had been moulded by the cleverness of Admiral Hennessey – Graham was also all too well aware of the power of a story, the manipulation inherent in a sense of shared convictions. 

“By all means,” He had been warned by Billy that Flint had a remarkable ability to draw people in – Graham was genuinely curious to see how this game was played here. He understood it well in the navy, and indeed he could execute it flawlessly amid the admiralty and through the streets of England – but here, in the heart of the new world – how well did the tricks of ‘civilization’ truly hold up against the wildness of free men? “Say your piece.” 

“I don’t see how anyone could argue with such a sensible plan.” [ @ t. ham, james is being a Low-Key Sarcastic Bastard (a sarcastard, if you will) ]

{ The Pirate Chase Starters }

“James,” Thomas’ tone was painfully mild, which by this point of knowing one another ought to indicate to the lieutenant that he was utterly exhausted and reaching a point where he may excuse himself and doubtless return to argue this point again in the morning unless what came next proved itself utterly scintillating, “If you’ve some complaint you would like to lodge, or some better idea that has been overlooked, please be frank about it.”

“My grandfather used to say that elegant dresses and stylish accoutrements do not a lady make. A true lady is known by her behavior. So he said.” [ @ [s]dottir[/s] abigail! ]

{ The Pirate Chase Starters } 

Abigail lowered the glass she had admittedly stolen from Captain Flint’s desk in order to better track the stars, gazing still at the unusually bright light of Venus as she considered his words. She’d been melancholy these last few days – a necklace of hers had gone missing, one of the two she had managed to keep all this time, which had been a gift from her mother. She supposed her mood in context with the loss of something pretty might have been mistaken here.

Rather than reveal the truth of the sentiment behind the piece however, Abigail decided to tease her friend by deliberately misunderstanding him. Minimizing the glass, she turned and handed it over to him as she replied, “I am well aware that thievery is not lady like captain, but then neither is piracy I dare imagine. You hardly need to remind me I am behaving boorishly for a girl of my background.”

She let that hang between them a moment before she smiled, letting him know she was only teasing. “If you do happen to find the culprit, please let them know I am not angry – I would simply like to trade them my other one. That necklace holds more value to me in sentiment than I could ever get for it in gold, that’s all.”

“Alright; we’re done here.” [ @ thomas, who has been Temperamental(TM) and james is comfortable enough to just be like ALRIGHT I’M NOT DEALING WITH THIS WHERE’S MIRANDA ]

{ Things I Said To My Puppy } 

Thomas stilled, perhaps for the first time since mid-morning, and simply stared at James as if struck by something. On one hand, he was rather pleased by the man’s assertiveness – on the other, he would have preferred a lack of interruption in his diatribe.

Warring with this confliction, Thomas settled for a middle ground – rewarding James with an approving hum, even as he waved a hand and dismissed him. There was little point in them engaging – he had no desire for his anger to bleed out upon the other, and that he was wise enough to retreat was to his credit regardless. 

Pacing off, Thomas considered what outlet would best serve him by way of distraction. He would like to be more managed by the time the lieutenant returned. 

16. What’s a skill you’re trying to improve at even though you know you’re terrible? [ @ t. ham! ]

{ Tragic Honesty }

“Exercising patience,” Thomas knew his faults well – and among them was his lamentably short wick of a temper. He had an absolute fascination in Miranda’s control over her storms – the expert way she could manage, maintain and manipulate her fury – her frustration – even her fatigue! There seemed to be very little she could not bear through regardless of how much she condescended matters internally, and it was a skill he had always admired but never been able to truly emulate.