sentences taken from delain’s 2012 album, WE ARE THE OTHERS. change pronouns as needed.
‘you won’t see any living trees.’
‘i’ll fold you paper flowers.’
‘i can’t forget the faces, i can’t forget the sounds.’
‘day by day, i walk the distance alone.’
‘she lives in the air that i breathe.’
‘on this golden day you ripped my heart away.’
‘it was the last thing on my mind.’
‘way to kick me when i’m already down.’
‘you made my peaceful bubble burst.’
‘we are falling to pieces.’
‘each warm heart gets cold in time.’
‘do you buy these lies you said?’
‘we are just raised to reach the stars.’
‘i don’t need anyone or anything.’
‘we are losing our way.’
‘you know this will go out of hand.’
‘i can see you through a maze.’
‘this city drinks and roars.’
‘are you done with me?’
‘i try to understand your reasons for leaving.’
‘my dreams have turned to sand.’
‘why don’t you leave me alone before i tear you apart?’
‘i’m the one mistake that you love to hate.’
‘i walked away and left you bleeding.’
‘my heart fights for every beat.’
Mun Note: This is a complete timeline for my blog covering from 1650 – 1815 and including all canons and important character notes. The cliffnotes version for POTC can be found here, and the explanation behind the reassignment of Aubrey-Maturin characters can be located here.
It is important to note that this is for my personal reference so that I do not have to jump around on my blog in search of where I placed the mathematics on any one character in order to figure out background setting details.
This timeline is unique to my blog and should not be used as a resource, especially as 90% of it says ‘nope’ to canon disasters and affixes timelines based on various factors outside of the canon itself where things are vague and often mixed up. Canon and original information is also included so please bear that in mind when perusing this.
This timeline is subject to update and modification as needed.
1651 – King Charles II vsRump Government: third of the English Civil Wars ends.
1662 – Hal Gates is born.
1672 – Weatherby Swann is born.
1673 – Thomas Hamilton is born.
1674 – Rebecca Swann, Weatherby’s sister, is born. // Anna Hamilton is born.
1677 – David Hamilton is born. // Bartholomew Beckett is born.
1678 – Jonathan Beckett Jr. is born.
1680 – Jane Beckett is born.
1681 – Charles Vane is born.
1683 – Adella Groves is born.
1685 – Jandro de Villarreal aka John Silver is born.
1686 – Rowland, son of Hal Gates, is born. // Eudora Groves is born. // Cutlet Beckett is born.
1687 – Stephen Maturin is born.
1688 – Charles Vane is captured and sold to Albinus’ labor camp. // Barnaby, son of Hal Gates, is born. // Constance Groves is born.
1689 – David Hamilton joins the Navy.
1690 – Jack Sparrow is born. // Thomas Pullings is born.
To Free The Sea Of Piracy Universal Verse Title: Jack’s Childhood ( 1690 – 1713 )
1692 – David Hamilton passes his lieutenant’s examination.
1693 – David Hamilton is accused of treason and escapes custody prior to his trial. //
Anna Hamilton is married as part of a bid to reestablish the family’s good name.
1696 – Henry Avery makes a deal with Nassau’s governor, Sir Nicholas Trott, enabling the beginning of the ‘pirate issue’ on Providence Island.
1697 – Daniel Gillette is born. // Abigail Ashe is born.
1698 –
Anna Hamilton suffers a traumatic death.
1699 – Massacre at the de Villarreal estate. // Jandro is taken in by his father and Christened as Christopher John Hope.
1700 – Charles Vane escapes Albinus’ camp. // Thomas Hamilton marries Miranda.
1701 – War of Spanish Succession begins.
1702 – Charles Vane is recruited by Blackbeard. // Theodore Groves is born. // Queen Anne’s war begins.
1703 – Jane Beckett grants her brother, Cutler, her savings so he can leave home after confronting their father in regard to their mother’s death.
1704 – Thomas Hamilton meets James McGraw.
1705 – Jane Beckett marries Sébastien de Bac.
1706 – Groves’ patriarch perishes. // Victorie de Bac is born. // Thomas Hamilton is taken to Bedlam.
1707 – Charles Vane betrays Blackbeard // Rebecca Swann has a daughter ( Rayna ) out of wedlock // Weatherby Swann marries Theodosia Hope. // Thomas Hamilton is sent to the plantation, letters speaking of his death are released.
1708 – Alexander Hope is born. // Henri and Cutler de Bac are born. // Thomas Hamilton’s parents are murdered.
1709 – Elizabeth Swann is born.
1711 – Sébastien de Bac dies at sea.
1712: Groves matriarch perishes and the family moves into the Caldwell servant house
1713 – Daniel Gillette joins the army. // Queen Anne’s war ends.
Do Only What You Can Live With Universal Verse Title: Price of Freedom ( 1714 – 1715 )
1714 – Theodore Groves joins the Navy. // War of Spanish Succession Ends.
1715 – Daniel Gillette makes lieutenant. // Christopher Hope is sent into exile under the alias John Silver. // Nassau experiences Much Nonsense. // Charlestown is sacked. // Jack Sparrow is branded a pirate by Cutler Beckett for refusing to transport slaves.
1716 – Theodore Groves is named midshipman aboard Odessa. // Thomas Hamilton reunites with James McGraw. // The Surprise begins her chase of the Acheron.
1717 – Theodosia Swann dies. // Theodore Groves and the Gerard affair. // Abigail Ashe’s The Hope of Lady Tremaine serials are novelized. Birth of a Hero is printed toward the end of the year. // The Surprise captures Acheron, but is deceived. Lieutenant Pullings is overcome.
We Are The Renegades Universal Verse Title: Pre-COTBP ( 1718 – 1728 )
1718 – Daniel Gillette makes captaincy; is seduced by Lord Wilson. // Theodore Groves is named lieutenant – six months later is transferred to Dauntless. // Abigail Ashe’s Jeanne series is novelized. Her debut novel, Of Liars and Thieves is published.
1719 – Weatherby and Elizabeth move to Port Royal. // Abigail Ashe’s The Monster of Maytown is printed, followed by the Chasing The Dragon collection. // Thomas Pullings is rescued from slavery by the EITC.
1720: Lord Wilson claims credit for a victory Gillette and his men obtained. // Abigail Ashe’s A Life of Hope is released. // Thomas Pullings joins Robby Greene’s fleet of pirates, siding against the EITC on account of the slave trade.
1721: Lord Wilson attempts to force Gillette’s retirement. Gillette transfers from service in the Army to the Navy, with agreement to steer clear of Lord Wilson and his affairs for the remainder of their lives. // Abigail Ashe’s novel, Shadows of the Past is printed.
1722: Abigail Ashe’s novel The Queer Life of Mort is published.
1723: Gillette passes Navy lieutenants examination, joins Dauntless
Stop Blowing Holes In My Ship Universal Verse Title: COTBP ( 1729 )
1729 – Thomas Pullings sails with Jack Sparrow again // Undead pirates are a Thing.
Got A Jar Of Dirt Universal Verse Title: DMC ( 1730 )
1730 – Gillette has a Bad Day in Tripoli and James Norrington experiences a Downward Spiral.
No One Missed Me Universal Verse Title: AWE ( 1730 – 1731 )
1730 – Greene’s fleet suffers tremendous casualties in the EITC’s war against piracy. The Long Shot and the Queen’s Brigade along with captains Tafari and Saruca, as well as the fleet’s flagship Star Chaser and Captain Greene himself. The fleet continues to fly under his banner with Renegade Freedom as the flagship, and rumor of Captain Greene continuing to lead them.
1731 – Weatherby Swann dies. // James Norrington dies. // William Turner ?? either dies or becomes an eldritch horror depending on people’s interpretations lbr.
Pirates Do Not Require Pants Universal Verse Title: DMTNT ( 1752 )
1752 – Disney says FUCK CONTINUITY and Holmes says I can fix that.
The Oceans Between Us Universal Verse Title: PotC – Hornblower ( 1753 – 1792 )
1754 – French – Indian war in North American theater begins
1763 – Julienne Bouchard is born. French – Indian war ends.
1768 – Elijah Grey is born.
1771 – Andre Cotard is born.
1773 – Eveline Cotard is born.
1774 – Muharrem Ben Ali is born. Dominigo Yniguis is born.
1775 – American Revolution / War of Independence begins.
1776 – Horatio Hornblower is born.
1783 – American Revolution / War of Independence ends.
1787 – Aspasie bouchard is born.
1789 – Andromède Bouchard is born.
1792 – Angelique Bouchard is born. // War of the First Coalition begins.
Most Disputes Die And Noone Shoots Universal Verse Title: The Even Chance ( 1793 – 1794 )
1793 – The French Revolutionaries execute King Louis XVI, and declare war on Great Britain and the Netherlands.
Pick A Place To Die Thats High And Dry Universal Verse Title: The Fire Ships ( 1794 – 1795 )
1795 – Batvian Revolution. The Dutch fleet is captured and leadership is replaced by a Batvian Republic which cedes the territories of North Brabant and Maastricht to France.
Treat Him With Civility Universal Verse Title: Duchess And The Devil ( 1795 – 1798 )
1797 – War of the First Coalition ends.
1798 – War of the Second Coalition begins.
Reckoning To Be Reckoned Universal Verse Title: Frogs And Lobsters ( 1798 – 1801 )
1798 – War of the Second Coalition Continues.
// Under the command of Admiral Nelson, the British fleet destroys the French navy in the Battle of the Nile. Napoleon’s army is cut off from supplies and communication.
Confess Your Sins / Pray That Heaven Or Hell Lets You In Universal Verse Title: Mutiny / Retribution ( 1801 – 1802 )
1802 – War of the Second Coalition Ends
Last Chance To Negotiate Universal Verse Title: Loyalty ( 1803 – 1804 )
1803 – Napoleonic Wars begin.
1804 – Napoleon crowns himself emperor.
Face Your Opponent Universal Verse Title: Duty & After ( 1804 – 1815 )
1805 – Third Coalition // Battle of Cape Finisterre // Battle ofTrafalgar
Honestly it all – happened rather accidentally. I was very passionate about my ideas and someone suggested that I try – writing them online. And that single suggestion lead me to my first ever forum, and – since, roleplaying has been the single most effective tool in my arsenal.
It has been a coping mechanism, a catharsis, a way of educating myself, a means of exploring other mindsets so that I can empathize better with people around me. It has been a constant and consistent journey throughout my life and the stories I have told over the years truly make me feel as though I have accomplished something memorable.
Today, it can still be all of those things, but ultimately, it is where I come to socialize comfortably. I don’t know where I would be without it, but I have never forgotten the fact it literally all started with one person saying hey, maybe to an eleven year old. That was my Gandalf at the door, and I will always be grateful for it.
✽: Favorite season?
Autumn as it fades into winter / winter as it fades into spring. I love warmish temperatures with a brisk breeze more than anything. I have adamantly hated summer all of my life, though I have come to appreciate winter more and more over the years.
☁: Favorite part of RPing.
The world building and the story telling within. I really love crafting around the central element – if I have a character, I want to know about the people in that character’s life, and the world that character interacts with. Telling stories and enriching them beyond Person A has a chat with Person B is what I thrive on the most. Finding a story I want to tell and running with it, and having someone help me build it – throw me curve balls – and collaborate the development between our characters is honestly my happy place.
✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.
Oh man this will be a love letter of epic proportions if I let myself go on so I am just going to at them and let that speak for itself.
☾: Favorite moment from your Muse’s canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)
☄: What you think of your Muse.
♪: Favorite song.
✫: Why you began RPing.
✽: Favorite season?
❂: The Mun’s birthday. (Month and date–no year!)
☂: Favorite kind of weather.
✤: Favorite kind of food.
▲: The Mun’s Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)
●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?
☑: An with your Muse in it (if you have any).
☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).
☁: Favorite part of RPing.
✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.
▶: A talent of the Mun’s (besides RPing, of course!)
♬: Sing or say something! Post the link to it.
As I am presently in the process of adding birthdays to all my dossiers because it’s time to upgrade continuity around here, it should be noted that Charles has no idea when his birthday is, having been taken from his home and set into labour well before the concept could really settle on him.
The day that is acknowledged as his birthday was chosen by Rackham in a fit of pique, though how ‘celebratory’ it is tends to be about as predictable as Vane’s moods. Small traditions have sprouted through trial and error on Rackham’s end though, and they’ve all been noted – even if not all have been particularly appreciated.
Flint had risen instinctively just after Thomas did, unsure of what he’d done wrong but deeply concerned; he couldn’t tell if this was anger, or upset, or something else entirely, and therefore could not predict how Thomas would proceed. If he left the room, James decided he would not follow- it was usually better to let Thomas come to him, and not go searching.
But Thomas turned, and Flint watched him warily, concern etched into his face. Thomas’ voice–the cool stiffness of it–made something in his gut twist unhappily, made him want to stare at the floor. He didn’t–Thomas would likely notice such a dramatic shift in demeanor–but both hands came to fidget with the hem of his loose shirt.
“Ah,” James nodded once in acknowledgment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realise.” In all of his dreams of what this life might be like, he had never accounted for just how drastically the two of them might have changed. He would not have given Thomas up for the world–it was still a struggle to have him out of sight even briefly–but sometimes, the man was all but unrecognizable. He had no doubt that he was often the same to Thomas.
Such drastic change between them both meant that the rules had changed, and James was still unsure of what they were (for both of them- and some rules could not be known until they had already been broken)–but this, this he could remember. No touching without asking first. He could do that. He had been adept at keeping his hands to himself, once upon a time: he could become so again for Thomas’ sake.
Expression smoothing out into something more measured than the worry and guilt from before, James stopped fidgeting, and folded his hands behind his back.
“If you need a moment–by all means. It’s alright.”
“Neither did I.” He could not tell if that admission cost him something, or if it was simply a relief to acknowledge something broken in him with someone who recognized that it was broken. James seemed to collect himself, for which Thomas was grateful enough that he slowly lowered the book, and finally set it at his side with an acceptance for the fact that the alarm in him had already caused the damage – and James was giving him the space necessary to build the bridge they both needed.
He inclined his head at the offer of a moment, though more out of gratitude for the offer of it than the intention of taking it. He stepped over, setting the book down and reaching for James – not taking hold, but simply offering a truce of his own, in the form of himself. He didn’t know what else to offer, if truth was to be examined, but if nothing else it should at least indicate that he was not cross with James because of this.
“It – “ Hmm. Strange to find himself without words to describe precisely what was wrong with a situation, when painting such visages had been his gift and downfall. But then, he’d rather been trained out of that in some ways – for days and weeks that had stretched on too long, words stolen from his lips, a mind too muddled to function –
“Its the hair. Nothing else.” Words thrust down, if only to drag himself away from the dark path his mind wished to tread. “At least – nothing else that bears mentioning, at this moment.” He had always insisted that James use his words – through coaxing, training and command – and for the first time he wondered if perhaps he had been cruel for doing so, when he thought himself kind.
“Exactly!” The word was sharp, snapping from him with force enough to strike if only words could land physical blows. “I was dead to you so what fucking purpose did killing her serve? Damn you James,” The curse of his name hurt, was agony to spill – for so long it had been Flint he spat into the dirt when he needed something to direct his hate upon – but to know that Flint was his James, that the two were one and the same – !
“Why.” There was a dangerous precipice here, notable mostly by the suddenness of his calm. “My father, I could forgive. My father I could understand.” Indeed, he did. On both counts, in fact. He forgave, unquestioningly and without fanfare, the death of his father at James’ hands. He understood it, completely and without any need for explanation – but this – what harm could she possibly have done?
Whom would care that Flint was McGraw, even if she did speak of it? McGraw was disgraced and Flint was a pirate what fucking damage could she have done with that knowledge? Had he given her a chance – for all they knew all this pain, and bloodshed, and anger and loss would have been averted. She could have told him the truth if she’d been granted the chance to recognize what was happening and why. Thomas had barely recognized the man before him, and they’d been on quite intimate terms. His mother had only met the man once, for Heaven’s sake!
“But not her, James.” His voice was still in that eerie calm that promised only that the storm was not over. Only that where the clouds settled, was still being determined. “How do I forget that her blood is on your hands? How do I – how do I let those hands touch me, knowing the stain they carry?”
There is a quietness between them now. It was one thing to come back from the dead – one thing to fight over, to yell about, to overcome. It was a whole other bag of fucking cats to accept the bullshit price Hal had ended up paying – and the reward that came with such a curse.
Up until now he’d managed to keep the arcane to himself – he was a spook enough to the men without it – but now Flint knew, and it would only be time that would determine if the man would opt to make use of it – or do all in his power to end the risk it posed.
The arm around his shoulders was a promising sign of truce, for now at least. At the question, he grumbled low before pointing out flatly, “Not once since I woke up like this, I’ll tell you that.” It was harsh, perhaps, but it was the truth of it. “Imagine it’ll fade with time – either my being bothered, or the sense that I should be. Suppose I just can’t tell which unnerves me more at this juncture.”
This hellsite decided to update halfway through writing this so let’s try this again lmao. I was actually super intimidated by @oceanfoamed for a long time before we started talking, bc I have this weird thing where sometimes I just ??? decide people I’ve never even spoken to don’t like me??? lmao anyway I’m glad we did, bc they’re honestly one of the most engaging people I’ve met. And the ability to write anyone they turn their hand to is one I admire tf out of
of all the enemies of the crown, lord edrington could never will himself to find any respect to be given to agents of espionage. it was a shameful affair borne of trickery and deceit and all virtues that went against gentlemanship. conflict, even in the finest of societies, was inevitable; the least that could be done was to ensure that some rules of war be upheld.
it was with irritation that he dispatched his men to rifle through the estate for the spy supposedly in their midst. there had been papers, the content of which not divulged to edrington, stolen from the master’s study.
he heard footfalls approaching, a wild, frantic gait. edrington let his breath out slowly with the anticipatory satisfaction that the spy was crawling right into his grasp. he unsheathed his sword, the worn brass of the guard and pommel cold against his bare hand.
at the very last moment, he turned out from shadows of the hall, holding firm as the blade pierced a body. not one to deny any man a mercy ( even a man as low as a spy ), bram withdrew his sword. blood glinted on the steel in the thin light of moon that passed through the broad window panes of the hallway like ghosts haunting the mansion. the man staggered back and, as he did, a crescent of the moon flitted across his face.
the sword clattered to the floor. he dashed forward, taking the man in his arms. “good god, what have i done? theodore, my heart,” bram whispered, staggering to the ground. his hands trembled as they ran over theodore’s body. he prayed that this was but a nightmare, that he would frighten himself awake and turn over to see his man, his darling man, asleep and safe beside him.
the sound of his sword falling had, no doubt, alerted the very sentries he had scattered around the manor. his hand balled in theodore’s shirt tight as if he was holding on to the last grains of sand that spoke of their waning time together. bram had to think quickly while fate had not yet solidified.
as much as he loved theodore, could he let allow a criminal to go free, could he lie through his teeth to the people he swore to protect, could he be instrumental in treason against the crown, knowing the empire could be at risk? however, was bram’s heart strong enough to bear another break? would he ever heal from this, watching another person he held so dear to his very being, slip away into the veil of death?
“you damnable fool!” he hissed, voice just above a whisper, for any louder would have have caused it to break.
It was all fun and games until he had been caught – he had agreed to assist in this matter mostly because it had sounded so dreadfully entertaining. He understood the risks of course, the danger of being seen as a spy himself should anyone lay witness to his actions – but he had believed, wholeheartedly, that he would be able to prevail despite the obstacles in his way.
The admiralty could not risk sending an actual spy into their own house – could not risk it becoming known that there was doubt to the intentions and loyalty of a lord – but a youthful and willing scapegoat to play the part and get the proof was a gamble worth taking. Theodore knew the reason he had been chosen was because he was known for one thing most of all:
Appearing absolutely harmless until it was too late.
Indeed, he had a marvelous time convincing his way to the right manors, the right houses, and sneaking off in search of the evidence the admiralty required. He’d done remarkably well the last two times and perhaps that was why fate had seen fit to intervene. He had grown too confident.
Caught concealing something in his coat by one of the marines, Theodore had little choice but to fight his way out and run for it. He’d been running toward the door after breaking past several of the soldiers barricading the hallway ( taking a few minor hits along the way ) when a familiar form had stepped from the shadows to stop him.
It was almost embarrassing to know he had stopped to look at him, rather than register the fact his sabre was bared.
Now, lowered as he was to the ground as shouts rang out nearby, Theodore knew he was fast out of time. He could not risk Bram – even with the pain lancing through him, Theodore felt sure he could run if he had to – but not at the cost of this man’s success in catching him, however.
“You know,” Theodore wondered if Bram had realized, in the darkness, who he was. Or if the shadows had blocked his face, that it wasn’t until the blade was through him that his lover had realized what had been done. It mattered little in the grand scheme – Bram had a duty to uphold, and Theodore would not begrudge him that. “I always yearned for an adventurous death,” He mused, feeling the hand twisting in his shirt and hearing shouts upstairs as his capture was perhaps discovered by backup, “I daresay love grants me that.”
Even if he survived this, he would be arrested and put to death for his actions. Theodore knew the admiralty would not defend him and in truth, he found it sweeter to die by Bram’s side than before a firing squad, or the cheers of the gallows crowd.
“There are letters in my pocket,” Theodore whispered, praying he still had one shot to at least succeed in protecting Bram from the treasonous actions of the man in charge of this very manor house, “I would ask you take them to the admiralty in my stead.”
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