❝ I think we should try to do as the King wants us to do. ❞ (with Will @ Jack)

Jack was startled for a moment if only because he’d forgotten Turner had opted to tag along on this venture, and he was most unused to pirates willfully accepting untested ( or at least new ) leadership. Registering who he was dealing with however, made the intrigue die rather quickly.

“Yes well, seeing as you’re the one who married her I can’t say your position surprises me altogether much, dear William.” Unfortunately it wasn’t as though Jack could really afford to cast off the captain of the Dutchman and take on this adventure on his own. He could, but it wouldn’t be particularly advisable. Or easy. Better to keep things simple then.

Waving a hand dismissively, Jack sauntered away, checking the sails and tack. They were in close reach now, and there was little more the Freedom could do if they didn’t want to risk getting themselves in irons. Even a ship as good as this one would have little option but to weave her way across when the wind was against her heading.

The Dutchman, however, had no such restrictions – she sailed by magic and the will of her captain, the winds themselves and even law of the sea at times be damned. Timing in this was of the essence, he knew that all too well. So the question that remained was, did he trust William to do what would be necessary enough to get him to the island, and did William trust him enough to come back once he had acquired that which the king was looking for.

“Very well,” He decided, turning around and flashing a bright, disarming grin, “You’ve convinced me.” William had done no such thing – captain or no, the man knew nothing of sailing and likely had little notion precisely why Jack suddenly agreed to play by his rules. “I’ll sally aboard the Dutchman, you’ll take me where we ought to go, I’ll bring you

Teoxuacata’s bauble and off you can go to your bonny lass.”

It seemed a perfectly reasonable offer seeing as William couldn’t set foot on land and therefore Jack would indeed still be keeping up his end of the bargain to bring the necklace sought by the Pirate King and also providing a little extra assistance as if on account of being granted passage on the Dutchman rather than sailing there himself.

Leaving out the fact there was more on that island than a mere necklace ( however powerful said necklace might be, gold was its own power in these waters ) and that the Freedom would pick him up on the island ( along with said gold ) after the Dutchman had taken her leave, it was quite the magnanimous offer indeed.

Name one of your favorite tropes.

{ Ask A Burnt Out Mun }

I am an enormous and in fact shameless fan of tropes in general so choosing just one is pretty much impossible. I could be asked this a dozen times and still be able to provide a stupid amount of answers – but that said my current top three would have to be:

Endless Arsenal – In which a single member of the party has an inexplicable amount of weapons on their person, which based on sheer weight and volume ought to be impossible for one person to carry, but here we go anyway. Asked to disarm, it takes an impressive amount of time to build up the mountain of what they were holding on to, and in the end after everyone is suitably shocked, they’re reminded of a tiny penknife or other equally small and by-comparison-harmless weapon to add to the pile.
It Is But A Flesh Wound – In which a character has been injured but is either ignorant to that fact or concealing it for the Greater Good because they’re self-sacrificial lamb chops with martyr complexes.
Gods Are Dicks – What it says on the tin. I love it when the gods are involved and the amount of fucks they give amounts to a perfectly rounded 0.

Natural Resources

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“Is it?” Jack inquired all too calmly for such a subject, “Seems to me people are hungry – and they are a readily available resource, are they not?”

“Have you ever seen a kraken because you’re a-kraken me up!” There’s the reason why the rum’s gone.

“I am personally going to feed you to one at this rate, Ross.”

“Excuse me, sir. Can I swab your poop deck? Your poop deck looks like it needs swabbing.”

There was always someone who had to be immature about this, but Jack didn’t much mind. Heavens knew the deck was aptly named, being as it was the one most likely to be smeared by passing seabirds. “By all means mate,” He nodded to where Ragetti was busy scrubbing, “I’m sure if you ask nicely, someone here’ll be happy to hand you a mop and bucket.”

♦ Billy ( but the word ‘tree’ is not allowed )

{ First Impressions }

~~But tree is literally the first word that comes to mind!~~

“Big.” That is cheating but it’s fairly accurate – Jack is generally quite content with the fact that he is a small man, on account of the fact most men were in that day and age. Billy, however, is an absolute hulk of a contrary point to that general rule, and it’s really a little awe inspiring. You can restrict the word tree but you can’t change the fact that Billy Bones is a really big man, and Jack has definitely noticed that he needs to sway back less for effect and more to just see when Billy happens to be in the picture.

♦ Armando

{ First Impressions }

“Rival.” Jack’s first impression of Armando had been an impressive one – he had heard well of the legendary Butcher, and as a man who had both a deep wealth of contempt for pirates and a desire to see the Caribbean cleansed of them, Jack had initially seen Armando as a true champion toward that cause – and when he met him, that they were pitted against one another due to unfortunate circumstantial timing simply bred into Jack a hope that in outwitting the man, he would in turn create a rival – for all legendary men had one, after all.

♦ from Cutler, ofc

{ First Impressions }

“Popinjay.” There is no hesitation in that response. His very first impression of Cutler Beckett had been of an affluent, arrogant and absolutely ambitious peacock. Very little of that impression was made to change over the years, honestly.

bold everything your muse has done! (

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bold what your muse can do.
italicize for something they can do to some extent.
repost – do not reblog.

tagged by: robbing my old blogs lmao
tagging:

@brassandblue / @harriedwritings / @hatescorsets / @intolerablexsacrifice /@least-among-hamiltons / @tidefated / anyone who sees this can snag it and at me if they wish!