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Anonymous//Holy cow! I seriously want to know who you are!! This means a lot to me and I appriciate you saying this about me. I love you. Sorry I couldn’t be on here more things with family have been hectic and I’ve been dealing with some personal things.. Sorry for not being on as much as I would have liked to be.
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Put Morning in my ask and I will write what my character would do if they woke up next to yours.
Jack woke that morning with a huge headache and was unable to recall anything that happened last night. Opening his eyes he knew he was still in Tortuga because of the loud noises that filled the air outside but what he didn’t know was were he had stayed last night. He was in a completely different room with flowered wallpaper and woman’s clothes scattered all over the floor. Sitting up in the surprisingly comfy bed he glanced around the room once more before rubbing his eyes to make sure he was truly seeing all of this.
Huffing and sighing he flopped back down on the bed and looked over towards the window only to find a woman laying in bed next to him. Her hair was light brown from the sun and she was laying with her face towards the window. Raising an eyebrow he chewed on his bottom lip and thought about making a run for the door just in case she woke up but curiosity got the best of him like it usually did. Quickly and quietly he shuffled out of the bed onto his feet and stood there looking at the women with his hand to his mouth.
Turning his back to her he looked at the clothes on the floor and noticed them being on someone he knew and felt his breath ketch in his mouth. Couldn’t be her could it?.. He stood there dumbfounded and confused. Swiftly turning on his heels he paced a couple of times before walking over to the other side of the bed. Taking a deep breath her moved her hair out of her face and smirked when he seen who it was. Leaning in to say good morning he seen her start to stretch and move. Nope got to go.. He thought to himself as he dashed from the room avoiding Gibbs questioning looks the whole time as he rushed towards the Black Pearl that was yet again gone.
Morning: I will write about what my character would do if they woke up next to yours.
Wine: A drunken phone call/text from my character to yours
Amuse Me: My character trying to cheer yours up.
Marry Me: My character proposing to your character
Psst: I will tell you three things i’ve always wanted to tell you (In Character.)
Death: My characters reaction/what they do when they find out your characters dying/dead. (please specify.)
Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character.
Sleep: My character staying at your characters house for the night.
Date: My character asking your character out on a date.
Fight me: My character fighting your character.
Kill me: My character killing your character.
Break me: My character upsetting yours.
Tender: Writing something sweet happening between our characters.
Remember me: My character trying to get your character to remember them.
Cure me: My character trying to cure your character.
Protect: My character protecting your character
Tortuga again. Seemed these days it was the only port not swarming with the East India Trading Company. As routine, the first night went to the men, and with them having jettisoned from the gangplank like children released from their studies, Elizabeth was left alone in her cabin. Though Captain, and worse, Pirate Queen, her appearance was still less than formidable. The few men who respected her were either dead or on her ship, the rest laughed at the idea of a woman holding their fate in their hands. Best to give them little reason to notice me… Tying her hair back, and allowing a few strands to litter her face, she stared into the mirror.
Today marked a year. A year since it all ended, or began, depending on how one looked at the situation. The fight that caused her to pack a back and reclaim the Empress. She should have never admitted to Will her feelings. Ten years was a long time to wait; too long. The heart ache would have been unbearable. Of course she neglected pertinent information regarding a once fellow friend. She shook her head of the thought, slightly disgusted with the woman in the glass. To think, most of her voyages were based on rumored sightings of the Pearl. Stripping away the hardened exterior, the dirt and grime, there stood nothing more than a girl chasing the ghost that held her heart, and even then, she wasn’t sure if that was true. Running her sleeve under her nose, with no successful results, she grabbed her hat and stormed out of her cabin, irritated for dwelling on her phantom.
Choosing a lesser populated tavern, Elizabeth slithered through the swinging doors, keeping her hat low and eyeing the various seedy men sitting at each table, too drunk to notice the newcomer. Same old ridiculously group of cut-throats. Pirates: they never change. The barman was working on cleaning a tankard with little progress and acknowledged her as she took a seat at the splintering bar. “Pint of your best ale…” She smirked as the man’s brow rose, “Figured start with your best, work to your worst.” He chuckled as he removed the dirty towel from the metal cup, filling it with a bottle he’d procured from behind a few rows of corks and glass. “Here,” he stated, pushing the quarter filled tankard to her, “this’ll suit a pirate more than ale.” His tone lingered on the word pirate; he’d seen her on multiple occasions, her appearance tempering more and more after her chosen career rather than that of a lady. She smirked, nodding her head in gratitude before fixating on the apparent rum. The smell brought back a rush of memories, some welcomed, others not. She let the amber liquid swell over her tongue before swallowing and gritting her teeth slightly as the burn enveloped her throat. If my father could see me now… ”He’d be horrified…” She mumbled aloud.
She sat in solitude as time ticked by on the alligator clock placed in a corner of the bar. The time wasn’t set, nor had the figure been moved in ages as dust and webs had come to litter it. But the seconds ticked on, and the rum kept coming. Worries of her crew crept into her mind, the need for a cook, the need for a trustworthy first mate… Being a Pirate Queen was not quite as cracked up as it ought to have been. There was someone playing piano drunkenly off to the side, and occasionally a chorus would break out among the tavern’s customers. She’d just laugh and raise her glass along with the rest before slinking down into her drink once more. The barkeep made for perfect company as her brooding seemed only to entice drink after drink. She hardly noticed him until he paused, his eyes fixated on the front door and a mixture of satisfaction and irritation consumed his face. “At least sales will be good tonight…” he muttered before returning to his putting about.
Curiosity swarmed her; perhaps a less than reputable dignitary of sorts had just walked in. Granted, even she wasn’t sure what type of wealth would be willing to enter a tavern in Tortuga. Just as she began to turn, the sound of her demon echoed in her ears. Blood freezing, her breath stopped as the voice reverberated through her mind, triggering a thousand thoughts faster than the rum could have ever achieved. It can’t be… An all too remembered figure stumbled through the entry, his wrapped hands and beaded hair swaying opposite his body, a smug and clearly drunken grin slapped across his face as he addressed the room on a whole. Eyes wide and a flush rocketing up her face, she turned back to her drink, praying he’d take a seat elsewhere and not favor the bar.
Of course, praying never did a pirate any good…
Jack had heard the rumoured sightings of his beloved Black Pearl. Of course he would just smirk and laugh with his knowing what people must think of him now. He hadn’t really thought about returning to Tortuga this soon but unfortunately he found himself running out of his supplies and in need of some time on land. He had recently also heard of one particular pirate he had a hard time keeping away from. Where ever they went they always seemed to run into each other. Sitting in his captain cabin he had his feet on and old chest and a bottle of rum glued to his other hand. His crew was outside with Gibbs getting ready to port when Gibbs came walking in.
Slouching in his chair and moving his hat down to cover his eyes he listened as Gibbs walked over to him and cleared his throat. Hearing the waves crashing outside and the sound of palm trees swaying in the breeze he felt a smirk slide across his face. Raising an eyebrow he moved his hat out of his eyes and uncrossed his legs so he could stand. Putting an arm around Gibbs he stumbled out onto the deck and over to the side of the ship to look at the island. Noticing a familiar ship his smirk faltered a little. It couldn’t be. Why would she be in Tortuga? Shaking his head he took a swig of the rum he had in his hand and climbed down from his ship before throwing the bottle to the ground.
Hearing the music in the bar he knew this wasn’t going to be a boring night. There never was a boring night in Tortuga. As he walked closer to the pub he was suddenly stopped and slapped in one swift moment by Giselle and Scarlett. Mumbling something under his breath to Gibbs he stumbled through the swinging doors looking around for a place to sit. Spotting the bar he slapped Gibbs shoulder and walked towards it with a smirk. Knowing there was going to be plenty of rum for him behind the bar he stumbled right before he reached the man and slapped his hand down on the bar. “R-r-r-rum if you will.” He slurred and turned to lean his body against the edge.
“Interesting that you think so, since my traveling companion demands I bathe regularly. It must be the incense she burns.”
And whom are you sailing with now?
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“Are you? How nice. As per usual, I don’t see your ship nor your crew, but I suppose that’s never stopped you from using the title in the first place.
How have things been since I resigned from your crew? Drunken and slovenly as usual, I trust.”
Well…
“Oh dear…another pirate. I pray this one is as kind as the last.”
No love not just any pirate.. I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.
“Oh, Mr. Sparrow. Charming to make your acquaintance again…just…charming.”
Captain Sparrow..
