Some small and irrelevant headcanons about the jungle cat tribe ( 2 / ?? )

Charles has, on multiple occasions, tried to bring cheetahs aboard the Ranger with the logic that cats hunt rats on ships. This looks like a cat. One big cat could do all the work of twenty small ones. Here’s how that generally goes down:

“……Charles.”
“?”
“Why is there a cheetah.” ( Jack has a magical ability to make a question sound like a statement at this point )
“A what?”
“Big. Cat. Sitting by the stern.”
“Oh.” Shrug. “Solves the rat problem doesn’t it?”
“…….”
Anne, in the distance, quietly laughing into her hat.

Generally speaking, Jack manages to get the big kitties off the ship before disasters strike, but it won’t stop Charles from forgetting and trying again another time.

Some small and irrelevant headcanons about the jungle cat tribe ( 1 / ?? )

  • Whenever there is a braid in Charles’ hair, it means he spent some time with Anne. It’s something she does to distract him or herself, and sometimes she does it for literally no other reason than to play with his hair.

  • Anne is super fucking gross in regard to this headcanon – she won’t touch it, but she loves watching and will point out spots for Jack during ‘the process’ and get excited and grossed out simultaneously at the sound.

  • Sometimes Anne will steal items from Jack’s wardrobe just because. Most notably his lesbian goggles sunglasses. One time she put them on Charles while he was sleeping, and he woke up groggy and confused, then bolted up and swatted them off in alarm like a cat that woke up and realized it had on a tiny hat.

  • There are times when they just doggy pile. Flopping down together in a strangely graceful tangle of limbs and relaxing in the sun or the shade, each one perfectly at ease and yet ready to shift into action at the nearest sign of trouble.

  • Anne is ticklish at the small of her back and just behind her neck. Jack’s sides are ruination, and Charles only gets wriggly if you get his stomach just right.

In the interest of totally unnecessary and actually rather gross headcanons, part of the reason Charles has such an affinity for iguanas is because he feels a connection to them when it comes to the shedding of skin. 

Generally speaking, Charles gets a wickedly rough sunburn when the weather returns to the searing heats he is used to – and after a bit is capable of peeling his skin in relatively large strips to reveal new and comfortably tanned skin beneath. It’s disgusting – but the person who hates this most is Jack, seeing as he’s the one who has to strip off the back. 

This tan will hold Charles and he will steadily grow darker as the summer progresses. He likely only has to peel once or twice more throughout the hot months depending on how much exposure he gets on scorching days, with his tan deepening each time, leaving him a fairly nut brown by the end of autumn. 

Mun Note: This is an excerpt from a piece done on Discord with @tidefated, in which Charles is discussing how he met Jack Rackham and Anne Bonny, and as he is not the best story teller it has – a certain charm to it that I feel my usual headcanon voice doesn’t capture. 

This is the raw form, of Charles himself sharing the tale. It was prompted by someone noting the dramatically different personalities of the trio, and a seeming curiosity on how the dynamic could have formed. 

He could tell the man was digging, if subtly. Charles debated internally, before he spoke rather honestly on the topic. “He’s got Anne. They’re a package deal – you don’t get one without the other, and it was Anne who caught my attention first. She was quiet, silent as a fucking grave, but she had these eyes,” He raised his hand to his own, pointed off with two fingers as if indicating something. “Eyes that looked wide and wild at the world, and I recognized them. I’d seen eyes like that before, so I sent a test. Sent a man toward what looked like her weak spot.”

He looked over at Edward then, even as he confessed, “Jack could have died the same day I saw him, for what I saw in those eyes, if I’d been wrong. But I wasn’t. Never seen a girl kill a man so efficiently in my life. And Jack? Damn fuck didn’t even move. Just watched, and when she was done, got up, checked the man over—and walked right on up to me like somehow that body told him everything. Asked me what I wanted, bold as fucking brass. Said I needed crew. He said, lucky me. They needed a ship.”

Charles huffed again, looking back, the fondness in his features genuine despite the stark nature of the tale. “Since then, I can’t say how many times Anne’s killed for the crew. Killed for me, or for Jack. But I can say Jack’s got a way of winning wars without fighting. He can make the most dogged of fucks listen. He’s saved people a lot of time, a lot of energy. He saves lives with that wit of his. Pulled me back from some wild shit over the years. Helped me find my feet when I didn’t want to stand anymore." 

Charles fell quiet then, before shrugging a little. "He’s got the wit to run real business, to go legit, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t cause Anne’s running from something, and until she’s ready to stop, Jack’ll stay on the account, and in some strange way, protect her just like she protects him.”

Mun Note: Seeing as I have mentioned bits of this at various points to the people who write with him ( @intolerablexsacrifice & @tidefated ) it occurs to me I should make an official notation of it all for them and the (3) other people I write with so that everyone has the same particulars xD;

Charles had a very stable upbringing – at least until he was kidnapped at the age of seven and taken to the docks where he would be sold to Albinus and made to work as a slave until he managed to escape at the age of twenty. His parents were not noble, but they did make a modest living as merchants and were particularly doting on their one and only child. Today, he has no recollection of them but a vague lullaby of his mother’s and an awareness his father always smelled distinctly of mint and tobacco. 

When he escaped, he survived for seven months in the jungle on his own, living off the land and picking off scouts and guards that got too close to his hunting grounds. The searches for him never ceased, and his ability to evade them was sure to run out sooner rather than later when Teach observed him and managed to lure the rather wild youth out. 

It was through a liberated slave who served under Teach that they were able to communicate, as at that point Charles only spoke in Papiamento – he understood English and Spanish perfectly well, but did not trust those who spoke it predominantly and viewed them as dangerous ( for good reason

Ultimately convinced to join Teach, Charles gained a lot of his understanding on how to socialize with free peoples through his time under the esteemed pirate. He spent eight years under that man’s flag, and in that time Teach tamed a good deal of his wilder edges – molding him into a protege with expert and discerning hands. 

It was through Teach that Charles learned not only how to socialize properly, but also how to read and write – starting these lessons at the age of twenty-one, his rudimentary capabilities are remarkable when one considers how difficult these skills are too acquire past certain ages. Though Charles had begun some lessons prior to his kidnapping, it is uncertain how much of that was retained when he was being taught later in life. 

Though he can read, Charles is very slow and – when he has to read aloud – it is notable that he still appears to sound out the words, and to pause if he is uncertain. He will sound it out in his head until he remembers hearing the word, before pronouncing it – the longer the pause, the more complicated the word tends to be phonetically.  

Charles attributes the man he is today largely to Teach, which was why betraying him after eight years under his wing was not a choice he made lightly. Freedom for others like himself and a place where that freedom could be sustained permanently was something he aspired towards – and his sense of duty to his fellow slaves and those who were crippled by slavers and civilization was not a sentiment wholly shared by Teach, nor was the idea that a sustainable society could be created for such persons.  

Eleanor Guthrie was an educated and ambitious woman whose morals appeared to align with Charles’ own – and whose understanding of things like politics, diplomacy and maneuvering were traits he recognized as requirements he lacked for building such a thing himself. He was perfectly aware that she needed him in order to establish herself – he was also perfectly aware that he needed her to establish his goals. 

Betraying Teach was done not by a man besotted by a girl but rather by a man who made a logical choice – for while he certainly did love Eleanor, at that point he was also not unaware that she was manipulating him. So long as he too was gaining, there seemed to him little issue in a romance based on mutually aligned goals and uses. 

Eight years after this choice, Charles had by then committed himself so completely to Nassau and – by extension – to Eleanor’s ideas on how to make Nassau self-sustaining, that the idea of leaving her was anathema. If he gave up on her and on Nassau then what did he betray Teach for to begin with? Stubbornness was a very strong motivator to him, even when it became clear again and again that Eleanor saw him as a tool to be picked up and discarded at her convenience. 

Yet it is also due to this intimate awareness that Charles can be redirected, especially if there is a possibility to build something better without her – or to take part in something already established that is by very definition, exactly what he seeks. 

So TL;DR, Charles timeline is:

  • 00-07: Normal, loving upbringing
  • 07-20: Enslaved
  • 20-21: Escaped / living wild / first months with Teach
  • 20-28: Serving under Teach
  • 28-35: Events prior to season one, starting with betraying Teach
  • 36-38: Events of the show, up to his death

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