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2 (gates), 3 (charles), 5 (silver), 7 (abigail), 11 (thomas), 13 (hume), 17 (eleanor) — disclaimer: i didn’t even check what these questions are, i just went w/ the first 7 prime numbers and put them against the list order of bs muses u gave me

{ Tragic Honesty }

Alright so because of the nature of these, they are going to be Long Answers, so I will be posting them individually beneath headcanon banners shortly – but first I had to tie in the numbers to the questions and I need to call Shenanigans cause there is no way these questions were not deliberate Harri are you kidding me?!

‘ could you shut up for five minutes? ’ | Billy to Hume here we go I guess

{ Pick A Fight } 

Graham’s lips parted on a retort – but in the end, he simply looked away. He was deferring leadership to this man often enough, he had to wonder how long it would be before the men saw fit to name Billy captain of the Scarborough in his stead. It might well be for the best, all around, if their captain was as thoroughly pirate as the head quartermaster was. 

On a ship this big, they were operating with division heads – a quartermaster to each, which formed a sort of council with Graham and Billy presiding as the final votes on actions taken. In truth Graham wouldn’t mind stepping down and taking up a post among the council instead – but he knew that could not be done without shaking morale, and that was not something he could or would afford. Which meant he had to continue being the one to make these damned and hellacious decisions. 

Huffing, he waved a hand, indicating he would argue no further. Taking a seat, he reached into his desk and withdrew two glasses from their safe box, and a bottle for them to drink from. Indicating Billy should take a seat, and a drink, and take control of the talking while Graham shut up for five minutes – if not more. 

‘ you don’t have to be on your own. ’ from phil to abigail

{ Don’t Starters }

Abigail continued to stare ahead unseeingly for a time, her only defence against the tears that tracked down her face being to wait them out and refuse to acknowledge them. She did lift her chin a little at the insinuation she was alone – Abigail knew better than to believe she didn’t have at least two shadows. 

There were captains invested in her for various reasons she had yet to wholly discern and, strange as it was considering they were not only pirate captains, but the very same ones which had burned down the fortified town her father had staked his career on building, she trusted them both to make sure she would always be safe on the streets of Nassau – at least, physically. 

She doubted either of them, let alone her shadows, knew what to do with a woman in tears. 

Sighing, she raised her arm and dabbed her face clear with her sleeve before replying quietly, “I’m alright – it’s just a moment of silliness taking over me, that’s all.” To think some part of her missed the familiar constraints of a society that controlled everything about her, even the extent to which she was allowed to breathe. She had so much freedom here sometimes she just didn’t know what to do with herself, let alone such independence!  

Of course it wasn’t like she could really explain that to anyone here. Those who understood the constraints had either been banished from them most cruelly, or had spent their whole lives clawing to escape them. It seemed unkind to expect them to sympathize in any way, and it was easier to simply allow herself to emote somewhere she would not really be bothered. She could bleed it onto pages later, but at least this way, she’d be able to function well with the worst of it cleared from her system. 

“Thank you,” She managed then, remembering her manners as she looked up at Phil. “I didn’t mean to get so distressed – it was kind of you to sit with me.”

‘ don’t listen to them. ’ | Billy to Abigail

{ Don’t Starters }

“It’s rather hard not to when they are being ever so loud about it Mister Billy,” Abigail pointed out, sounding more annoyed than frightened by her encounter. She really had come to form a great deal of faith in the men who had drawn her safely from Charlestown in the wake of her father’s great betrayal – but not everyone on Nassau was so familiar. Some, like this latest crew from Panama, were just pure trouble. 

“I think I may need to take a few days off from the brothel, at least until this crew clears out.” As much as she hated leaving her friends there to less invested waitresses, she knew they could handle themselves among such rowdy and demanding men far better than she could – especially considering their rampant inability to understand not all women in the brothel served only food and drink, and never anything more. 

She looked over at him then, smiling, “I’m not as afraid as I used to be – but some of the things those men say! Do such statements ever work outside a brothel, where they pay to have their boorish manners overlooked?”

‘ are you telling me you thought of all of that right there on the spot? ’ | William to Hume ( you know he couldn’t resist freckle boy )

{ Devotion Suspect X Starters }

“Oh, no lieutenant Bush! Not at all, that would be quite the extravagant tale of brilliance, and most certainly not suited to me,” Graham laughed, his amusement at the idea warm and completely lacking any sense of indignation toward what some might consider a calling out of sorts. “My third lieutenant, Ben Ali – he was the one to piece together what they were about on the aft – I was just the one that executed the final order.” 

He was also the one assigned the sum total of the credit by the admiralty, which was why he deliberately told this tale so boisterously as to encourage call outs such as these. Something needed to be done to draw further attention to that young man’s efforts, whether the admiralty liked it or not. 

“Just listen to me. You can tell me I’m wrong later, when we’re not dead!” [ @ hal, in the Early Years, when flint’s wild ability to bullshit his way through danger is becoming apparent ]

{ Young Jack Sparrow: Coming Storm Starters }

“Bold of you to assume we’ll be living through this, you unmitigated shit!” Hal was all but beside himself with fury, but that didn’t stop him from making clear both his frustration and his doubt in no uncertain terms. “Might be better for you if we don’t,” He grumbled in addition – a not so empty threat of retribution for getting them into this disaster in the first place! 

“no one ranks for creative genius like a sailor shirking work.” for stephen from william

{ True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle Starters } 

“Is that what we’re calling this?” Stephen retorted, the amusement in his tone as undeniable as the laughter that had been startled out of him after finding the young lad ensconced away in the tremulous boughs of a young ficus citrifolia – no grown man would have been able to settle so easily upon those slender limbs and find security, let alone the

lackadaisical

comfort presently exuded by the young lord. And how he had managed it with one arm! Stephen could not fathom, but creative genius certainly did seem to apply itself to the moment. 

Hardly one to care overly much for the strict runnings of a ship ( no doubt to Jack’s eternal exasperation and deep frustration ) Stephen stepped over and rather than scold the boy, simply set the journal he had wanted to bring him into his hat. It was not the most secure means of delivery, but it would assure the pages their safety should he miss his aim. 

Steadying himself, he leaned back and flung it up for William to catch. “That ought to give you something to do other than nap,” He offered, the smile in his voice undeniable as the crinkle at his eyes. 

‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’ to abigail from anne !

{ Soft Angst Starters }

Abigail fell silent in her desperate apology, and inclined her head in submission. She had not meant to cause so much trouble – but with Miss Anne and Mister Jack away, she had not known who else to turn to at the time and had been naively certain that the awareness they would be back would spare her any harm for interfering with such rowdy fellows. 

When had she stopped fearing pirates to the point she thought they would hear reason from a girl in a brothel? 

Sighing, she shifted – reaching out to what may arguably be one of the most frightful pirates in all of Nassau – in the hopes that Miss Anne might take pity on her a moment longer, and hold her hand until the medicine for her bruises put her to sleep.

“I’m not afraid,” She promised softly, “Just very sore, in every way.” Her body hurt from being hit, of course, but she was more sore in the emotional sense – she was quite vexed with herself for being so foolish, and even more annoyed with those boorish men! “I’ll – be alright, but – would you stay, for a little while more?”  

Abigail was brought up in a manner that was very strict upon formalities. As she grows more and more familiar with Nassau and the inhabitants thereof, she eventually develops a sort of compromise between the formalities of her upbringing and the casual familiarity that those around her share. 

The use of given names is a very intimate matter – it is not typically done, where she comes from – and learning to overcome that particular hurdle has been the hardest for her. Due to this she has levels of address and propriety that are rather uniquely her own, and tend to display rather clearly how comfortable she is with someone at any given time, for those who pay particularly close attention.

The use of Miss or Mister before a person’s given name is Abigail’s indication of being casual with someone, and completely comfortable in their company. It is her way of acknowledging that the use of given names is customary here in Nassau, while also holding on to the safety net that proprietary customs can claim for her. 

  • Most commonly; Miss Anne and Mister Jack, and in some cases Mister Joji, Mister Billy and Mister Charles. 

The use of Miss or Mister prior to a surname indicates Abigail is not wholly comfortable yet, or may consider the person to be more accustomed to such address on account of her awareness that they, like her, come from the stringent manners of England. This is, for Abigail in Nassau, as much a formality as it is a safety net. 

  • Most commonly; Miss Barlow, Mister Hamilton and Mister McGraw.

The use of a title is no longer a sign of respect from Abigail, so much as it is an indication of fear, and possibly even anger or distrust. When Abigail refers to someone as captain or governor rather than by their name, it tends to be more an act of rebellion than a sign of submission to authority, and tends to be fairly notable one way or another. 

The only exception to this rule tends to be Charles Vane, whom she may refer to as Captain Vane of the Ranger when being particularly formal, or simply the Ranger’s Captain, Mister Charles Vane if she has reason to be less formal, but still determined to make his station clear for one reason or another. 

  • Most commonly: Captain Flint, Governor Rogers