#pirate writing snippet

[atlasalexanderwrites]

ORIGINAL PIECE: My Father...Who is a Pirate Captain...

AUTHOR NOTE: So I wrote this in about five minutes after seeing a seashell necklace photo on Pinterest! I don't know if anything else will come from this, but I thought it was decent enough writing and thought I would share it with everyone!

AUTHOR NOTE 2: It's under a read more just so it doesn't take up anyone's feed :D

AUTHOR NOTE 3: I hope you all enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 286

WARNINGS: none

The seashell was left on her window seal the night her father died at sea.

No connection was made until many years later when she stood aboard a pirate ship, clutching that seashell that she had hanging from a piece of thin rope from her neck. Her dark eyes were locked on the Captain of the Ship with a familiarity about him that left her breathlessly wide eyed, full of wonder, and angry.

This was her father.

The man who had read stories to her, who had snuck her desserts after dinner when her mother had forbade her from such, this was the man who she had mourned for years after learning of his passing.

And yet…here he was. Alive and leading a crew of men who were killers.

The wind whipped her hair across her face, temporarily blocking her vision until she had tucked it angrily behind her ear. The Pirate Captain had caught sight of her now and was shouting orders about taking the prisoners below deck.

“...except for that one. Take her to my cabin.” He was pointing at her, his thin lips set in a tight line. His jaw was clenched, his free hand turning white around the hilt of the sword hanging from his left hip.

The young woman lifted her chin, acting better than the two men who approached her and roughly pulled her to her feet. She said nothing as they began to drag her across the deck toward the heavy, wooden door that led into the Captain’s Cabin. She was as silent as the grave and didn’t spare the Pirate Captain - her supposed to be dead, long lost father - a single glance as she was pulled past him.

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*the photo that inspired this*

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[agender-wolfie]

Imagine Kid meeting his future partner by being too rowdy and knocking over their art stand or something by accident (being himself) but instead of apologizing, he blames them. Stating that they shouldn’t have been in the way in the first place. And instead of backing down and being a meek little mouse like he expects you to be,you tear into him.

“You listen to me you giant red fuck! I don’t work my ass off, pouring blood, sweat and tears into my work just so wild ass fuckos like you can come in here and tear shit up! You’re either going to clean this up and pay for the damages, or I’m gonna beat your ass!!”

The whole crew was stunned, everyone that didn’t run away in fear of an altercation was stunned, but most of all, Kid was stunned. As soon as you called him a “giant red fuck” his smirk dropped and his mouth hung open while a steady red creeped up his neck and face. The fact that you had the gall to stand up to him in the first place was one thing, but your fiery spirit and your overall passion in the face of a feared pirate is what had his heart thumping and pants becoming a bit tight.

Killer, who had moved close just in case he needed to step in and prevent more trouble, had seen the absolute love struck look on his captains face and let out an amused huff, knowing Kid had finally met his match.

[wyked-original-writing]

Writing share for TPCP book two of the pirate's cursed god series

Sorry that I haven't been posting much but I was kinda focusing on finishing up some projects and editing...plus life was chaotic.

Chapter 0

Anton the advisor walked in and bowed before asking, “How is the youngest prince my queen?”  Kia responded, “He is well, you haven't asked his name yet.” Anton chided, “It's bad luck to share the name of the child before the naming ceremony, you should remember that. It's been in place for many generations… you wouldn't want to curse the young one to a horrible life now, would you?”  She rolled her eyes and said, “I know but surely it's okay for a few of the closest advisors to know. After all, technically he was named at birth.”  The advisor sighed, “You are the Queen, it is your decision, but it goes against tradition. I fear it would anger the gods.”  “And if I already told another?” She inquired. “Then I fear it would be too late to spare the boy from the many divine eyes,” he warned. She sighed, “Very well then, what's a few more hours anyway?”  Sulking at the fact he hadn't taken the bait. She would need to find a new advisor soon; this one had outlived its usefulness.

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[blasphemlm]

Happy Valentine's day <3. Have a little snippet of a writing exercise from the POV of Mr. Bushido himself!

Love never made much sense to you.

It's just something that people blame irrational behavior on. You understand respect, fear, loyalty, and competitiveness. Those are easy emotions. 

Love? Fuck that. You don't have time for wishy washy nonsense, you've got plans. Goals.

Determination is the fire nipping at your heels, and there's a white sword hanging on your hip. Your teeth have worn grooves into the handle, it fits into place like a key into a lock.

If you were to ever think about love, which you don't, it would feel a lot like wood between your jaws. Braided cord against your palm. Not some fucking chocolates and pretty words.

Or maybe it would feel like rubbery fingers untying rope from your wrists. The smell of fresh ink on parchment tracing lines you can't decipher. Like a warm meal and good grog that sits pleasantly in your stomach.

Maybe it's jokes and long winded stories. Neat stitches hidden by clean bandages. Floral scented helping hands. The sound of a violin in the morning, awake before the sun. Blueprints and accommodations. Someone trustworthy at the helm.

If you were the type of person to make grand mushy statements, you'd say that you love them too. But it's obvious in every errand you do, every dish washed and enemy slain. Every obstacle you cut down for the crime of standing in their way.

Love still doesn't make a lot of sense to you, because people treat it like this huge deal that reshapes your whole life. When you're in love, that's it. You're done for.

To you, it's mundane. Something always in the background, something that doesn't need to be called out to exist.

Love is laughter, and people to call home. Thank god for that, because you've always been better at finding people rather than places.

[watercolorfreckles]

The Pretty Prince of Avenglow

This is a secret santa snippet for @thepenultimateword ! Thank you for arranging this fun event for everyone, and for entrusting me with your prompt. I've been in a long writing rut, so this was really tough for me to finish on deadline. But I did it! I know this is far from the best thing I've ever written, but it is something! Hope you like it!

Her prompt was: "Fragile pretty boy x strong/buff lady. He is super smitten with her. This can be a hero x villian universe thing, or a prince and a lady knight, or a captured sailor/aristocrat/etc. and a pirate queen, or whatever you want, I just really love this type of relationship dynamic"

“Well, now, you must be the prettiest piece of treasure I’ve found all year.” 

The prince coughed and spluttered, thrashing at the coils of fishing net that entangled his limbs. His clothes, sodden and leaden, seemed to weigh him to the deck.

“Shh, hush now,” the pirate captain before him spoke again, crouching to his level, balanced deftly on her booted heels. “I take excellent care of my belongings.”

The prince stilled, dragging his gaze up to meet hers. He nearly choked again, though all seawater had since been purged from his lungs. 

The stories he’d heard, the wanted portraits pasted on village walls, paled in comparison to the figure leaning over him: Vespertine Crow, captain of the Evening Star.

His insides swirled.

She was a unique kind of beautiful, with long black hair twisted into a braid loosened and tousled by the sea’s salty breath. The contour of her silhouette struck him as statuesque, strong and muscled and gracefully carved. He imagined that she might be as impenetrable as stone, too.

“H-Hi,” he said dumbly.

Vespertine’s lips spread into an amused smile, sharp as the glittering knife twirling between her fingers. She wiggled her free hand in greeting. “Hi, pretty thing. I have to say, I hardly expected my nets to scoop up the Spare Prince, Evrin of Avenglow, soggy and half-drowned in the middle of the Tempest Sea. How serendipitous.”

As he swallowed, the prince's mouth felt abruptly dry. Though he couldn't see past the railing, he cast a nervous glance over his shoulder toward the sunken wreckage of the ship he'd spent days on, cooped up in a damp and creaky cell.

Captain Vespertine followed his gaze, then tilted her head. “Poor thing. Taken and held for ransom, were you?”

The memories flashed behind Evrin’s eyes. It was while he'd been visiting the village to check on his people that he'd been ambushed near the docks, plucked away from the fragile safety of land to be thrown on board the traitors’ ship.

He'd been helpless, no better than a spoiled house cat tossed into the bath.

Evrin managed a nod.

Vespertine made a pitying sound. “Sweet thing. Sinking that vessel was my doing. Aren't you going to thank me for saving your life?”

The knife in her hand moved and the prince jerked back.

Vespertine paused and tutted. “Now Your Highness, I could have nicked you. ‘Can't go risking that pretty face of yours, you should know better.” Her voice was a balm against the aching burn of him. Soothing, though the chill of it still had enough bite to nip at his nerves.

He stilled once more.

Unpicking the tangles of net with the edge of her blade, Vespertine cut him free.

It reminded him of a bird he'd freed once, legs and wings knotted up in fishing line. The mental comparison warmed his cheeks.

“That's better.” She tugged the shed netting over his head, tossing it aside and straightening onto her feet. A calloused hand extended out to him. “Up you get, pretty.”

Evrin hesitated, eyeing her hand. His limbs felt terribly heavy. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stand if he tried. “Thank you, for….saving me.” The end of his sentence lifted into something more like a question.

That startled a soft laugh from the captain. Her eyes glittered with mischief, holding a Tempest Sea of their own. “My pleasure, Highness.”

When he didn't take her hand, Vespertine reached down, hands locking under his arms, and hauled him to his feet as if he weighed nothing at all. Wobbling on weary legs, he caught the pirate's sleeve, looking up at her.

His attention snagged on the fact that she was a few inches taller than him, and certainly far stronger. His belly did a stupid swoop.

“What are you going to do with me?” 

“Mm… That is the question. Let's discuss it in my cabin, shall we?” Draping an arm around him, the pirate captain swept him away, leading him down below deck and into her quarters.

Her will was as irresistible as the moon's will over the tides.

Vespertine gave his chest a light shove and the prince buckled back onto her bed. Catching himself on his hands behind him, his fingers curled around the woolen blanket atop it. It scratched lightly at his fingertips.

Evrin put up no fight, dazed. She drew his gaze with the same allure as the sky and the bottomless sea. Beautiful, dangerous, powerful. Graceful in its dance of crest and fall. 

He watched the captain as she rifled through her closet, pulling out a white, long-sleeved shirt with ties to lace the top, as well as a pair of gray trousers. “Here. I'm sure you'll feel much better when you're out of those clothes.”

The prince's cheeks warmed again. “You…want me to wear your clothes?”

“You're a delicate, skinny little thing, I'm sure you'll fit. Besides.” She unsheathed her sword, leveling it with his chest and using it to lift the fabric above his heart where his crest was attached. The prince's breath caught. “I'll need this from you to prove you're alive if I'm to collect the reward.

“Re…Reward?”

Vespertine shrugged. “I assume they prefer ‘reward’ to ‘ransom.’ One comes with a multitude of fewer threats and scandal. Which do you prefer, Highness?” She pressed the blade a fraction harder into his chest.

The prince itched to skitter away but kept still. “Reward is good,” he breathed.

“Good.” 

She wielded her sword like an extension of her being, fluid and quicker than his eyes could track. There was a slash and then his princely crest was in the captain's hand. His eyes darted down to the bare square on his chest, in the spirit of every novel he'd read where the protagonist had been stabbed or harpooned and was too shocked to process the fatality.

His skin was unmarred.

Vespertine threw the clothes at the prince. “Get dressed, unless you're waiting for me to do it for you. I could be persuaded, if you say pretty please.”

Evrin’s cheeks burned at the thought, casting his gaze away from her and down to the clothes in his hands. Awkwardly, he peeled his shirt over his head.

“Smooth, pampered skin.” Vespertine tutted, sheathing her sword and stepping closer to trace a finger over the soft curve of his shoulder. “You've never seen a day of hardship, have you?”

Prince Evrin shivered, shrugging the clean shirt on. Its weight rested warm and gauzy against his skin. Embarrassed, he shucked his trousers off next, replacing them with the clean pair as quickly as he could manage under the pirate captain's stare. 

“Not many, not of the physical variety, anyway,” he answered.

He straightened the clothes which fit surprisingly well, picking at the laces.

When he looked up again, she was grinning, blatantly pleased. “There, now. isn't that better? You look like a proper pirate. Very pretty.”

“Like you? I mean-” the prince squirmed, shifting to stand, then changing his mind. Submissive. “Sorry.”

She laughed again. “Sorry? For thinking I'm pretty? I'm flattered, sweetheart. You're quite lovely yourself. Now. Back to business.”

“...business?”

“Well, if I'm to return you safely, I expect a reward of… proper proportions. There's the money, yes, but I want something more from you.”

“O-Oh?”

Vespertine plopped onto the bed beside him, turning to face him. “Firstly, I want a pardon. A clean slate I can dirty all over again when it suits me.” She winked at him, and his heart fluttered between his ribs. “Secondly. Your brother took something from me. I want it back. You will get it for me.”

Transfixed, Evrin studied her face. “What did he take?”

She leaned closer to him, her gaze sharpening into something a fraction more dangerous. “My child.”

Evrin’s eyes widened. “Your child? Who–” He paused. “Iara? He said that she was an orphan; that he took her in to spare her a life of hardship and inequity.”

“Your brother lied.” Her voice was the crack of a whip; lightning striking water. When the prince startled, she softened only a fraction, looking him up and down. “You are…kinder than your brother, I can tell. Mousy, certainly, but. Sweet.”

“He is better fit to be king,” Evrin whispered. “Bolder and stronger and braver.”

“But crueler. Are you cruel, Prince Evrin?”

It seemed, suddenly, as though he was balancing on a very thin wire. He watched her face, tracking her every underlying thought.

“No. No, I’m not.”

Captain Vespertine smiled, the flash of a victory banner, and sat back. “Good. Tell me, Pretty. Spare Prince of Avenglow. How would you like to be king?”

Merry Christmas!

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[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Trick or Treat! 🦇🎃👻

AW WHAT A CUTE BUNNY! Please accept this snippet as your treat! I'm so sorry it's a day late but I hope you like it all the same!

Hero put the final touches on their mermaid costume just as a knock sounded at their door. Hero practically skipped over to open it.

“Hey! Right on time!” they grinned.

“You look great,” Villain said, “you ready to go?”

Hero nodded eagerly. They stepped out, locked their front door, and headed down the street with their nemesis.

“Superhero throws the best parties,” Hero said, “especially for Halloween!”

“So, you’ve been telling me,” Villain said, “and you’re sure they won’t mind that I come?”

“Hey, tonight you’re just a pirate, not a villain,” Hero said.

“Good point,” Villain smiled.

As Hero and Villain talked, they passed by several little trick or treaters and accompanying adults. They nearly bumped into an old woman dressed as a witch.

“Oh! Sorry!” Hero said, “great costume, ma’am!”

“Costume!?” the old woman looked quite offended, “how dare you! I’ll teach you some manners!”

The old woman produced a wand from up her sleeve and aimed it at the pair. Hero glanced at Villain, who seemed to be fighting the urge to laugh. The old woman mumbled something unintelligible, and a blinding light assaulted Hero’s eyes. When they opened them, they weren’t in the neighborhood anymore.

The ocean greeted them from every direction. The pair seemed to be on a large, 18th century ship. Hero had fallen on the deck. When they tried to stand, their legs wouldn’t cooperate. As a matter of fact, now that they got a look at themselves, they didn’t have legs at all. Instead, a shimmering fish’s tail took up their lower half.

Villain looked down at them, mouth agape. Their pirate costume suddenly looked much more authentic than before.

“Um…” Hero started.

The old woman’s voice echoed loudly over the waves.

“This will teach you to call a witch’s attire some costume! If you want to return to your original forms, you’ll have to do something for me! Bring me these ingredients, and I’ll return you to your time and place. And while you’re at, learn some manners!”

A scroll floated down out of nowhere, with a list of items that sounded completely unreal when Villain read them aloud.

“Well, Hero,” Villain sighed, “you always wanted to go on an adventure together… it’s going to be some Halloween.”

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[luv-again]

*sobbing* I rly wanna have fun little yaps w all my internet buds abt things but ik how short I'll be on time this week (as usual pretty much </3)

[undying-lilies]

Pirate & the Queen snippet, anyone? 👀

The crowd burst into applause when the deep and inspiring monologue ended. “Clover, fetch me water,” Queen Ophelia commanded in a low tone, clapping politely.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Clover whispered. As the applause died down and the next scene began, the lady-in-waiting slid out of her chair and disappeared out of the royal box.

Queen Ophelia folded her hands in her lap and straightened in her chair, fixing her gaze to the actors on the stage. It was good that she’d gone to the theater. This way, like Benjamin had pointed out, people would see that their queen enjoyed the fine arts - and it would give her an opportunity to relax.

The curtains rustled behind her. The queen automatically lifted her hand to take her glass of water from Clover - and was promptly startled when someone took her hand instead.

Her head shot up just as Romero was lifting her hand to his lips.

Queen Ophelia wrenched her hand away before he could kiss it. “How dare you,” she hissed.

“For wanting to appropriately greet the queen?” Romero raised his eyebrows. “Hand-kissing is acceptable when you meet a ruler.”

“For stalking me outside of the palace!”

Romero leaned against the wall, half-covered by the shadows that the curtains cast. “Can’t a man enjoy the theater?” he said innocently.

“You can’t have come to the theater all by yourself,” the queen said haughtily. “You heard I was coming and you planned it. I bet you even swindled your way past the ticket booth.”

“You flatter me, Your Majesty, but I came here tonight for reasons unrelated to you. I didn’t even know you were planning to be here.” He shot her a grin. “Running into you was just a pleasant coincidence.” 

“I don’t believe you,” Ophelia said, rolling her eyes.

“I’m hurt,” Romero said, putting a hand to his chest and looking slightly wounded, “but not surprised.”

The queen thought it wasn’t surprising either. But before she could say anything, another thought occurred to her and she inhaled sharply, her hands curling into fists. “I suppose I shouldn’t even ask how you got past my guards.”

“One of them left to find the bathroom,” Romero commented. “And the other one wasn’t looking when I darted in. You might need to find better guards, Your Majesty.”

“My guards are perfectly fine!”

“Not if they let an intruder get past your premises.” 

The queen scoffed at that. Why in the world was he pointing out her security was weak - was he trying to make things harder for himself? It was a horrible angle for him, but she was going to take him up on it. Romero Dagon didn’t know what he was getting into.

[i-am-a-fan]

The official beginning of my LMK pirate au! Oh jeez.

[creatrackers]

STOP how has it taken me this long to discover you write pirate books with dragons in them?????

give me all the lore pls. everything exclusive. everything well known. all your favourite parts. pls just gush about MotS (milly of the sea) because i want to gush with you

dew it now >:(

AHHHHH OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY... ✋😳 🤚

Milly Of The Sea is a story about a woman leaving her hometown and basically running away with a pirate crew (and, of course, she and the captain fall in love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩). Also they have 'pet' dragon hehe. I have a synopsis posted here and a VERY UNEDITED prologue here!

Main aspects of the story:

Complicated family relationships, specifically between royals!

Nature + animal conservation (mythical creatures, to be exact)

On a quest to find magical items to break/cast a spell, sorta?

The pirate captain is actually a princess who everyone thinks died. This is meant to be obvious to the reader but not to the main character (story is in her POV). She isn't the brightest, I fear

Talks a lot about personal ethics and the grey area of good and bad

A lot of world building... which actually I should make posts about

I'm not really sure what else to say about it?? I have 17,463 words written for it but haven't touched it in so long. It will potentially be something I start looking at again in the spring? I doubt I will get around to it any sooner since I've been re-focusing on Creatrackers plus starting a (SMALLER) new project :,) hahaha

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING <3 I will post some better content about it hopefully soon! It means so much to me!!!!!

[bi-buckrights]

WIP Wednesday 🏴‍☠️

Thanks for the tags loves @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @thewolvesof1998

I've only made a little progress because I've been sick this week (also not done all my research that I was supposed to finish before I even started but shhhh) but here's a little snippet of the pirate au ✨

First snippet here

The man rounds the desk slowly, not breaking eye contact. Eddie stands frozen in place, unable to look away from those piercing blue eyes, his defenses raised in case he makes any move for a fight.  When he settles beside Eddie, his hand raises to his waist. Eddie moves before he can think. Within a split second, Eddie pulls a dagger from his belt while simultaneously grabbing the man’s wrist to immobilize it behind his back, his dagger pressed against the man’s neck.  The man grunts in surprise, his free hand coming up to grasp Eddie’s arm, as if to try to pull the knife away from himself. Eddie presses the dagger harder against his neck to dissuade him from fighting back - not enough to break the skin unless the man decides to struggle against him.  “Relax, fuck, I was just getting the key for the drawer out my pocket.”  Without loosening his grip, Eddie leans back to look down between them, where he has the man’s arm in his grasp. Sure enough, in his hand is not a knife or a gun, but a set of keys.  Eddie quickly releases him, stepping away to put space between them. “Uh, sorry about that,” Eddie says awkwardly.  The man shakes his arm out, rotating his shoulder forward and backward. “Christ, that fucking hurt.”  “I thought you were reaching for a weapon,” Eddie explains, feeling slightly guilty. Not guilty enough to apologize - he’s not apologizing to a British fucking Officer. 

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

OPINION OK WRITING SOMETHING WITH SIRENS????

“Did you do a scan?” they asked and she was almost offended that they did.

“Obviously. She has vocal chords. She just doesn't use them for talking, I assume.” The protagonist’s colleague looked down into the already small enclosure the siren had to call home. “They’re obviously shaped differently. But all together, her throat is built just like ours. She should be able to communicate with us using her voice.”

“And you scanned her correctly?” The protagonist shot them a deadly gaze.

“I know how to do my job,” she said. “This isn’t the first new species I have encountered and it is by far not the first animal I have looked at. I have studied biology for years.”

Her coworker looked at her for a long time and then sighed.

“Make her talk, then. The only reason why you get to experiment here is because your subjects could revolutionise medicine...and the entertainment sector.” They pressed the reports she had requested into her hands with more force than needed. “Make her useful. That’s the only excuse for something to live here.”

Before they left, both of them stared at the creature below where only her shadow was visible. The siren was turning in the water with grace and once the protagonist was alone with her again, she felt an eerie cold that reached into her bones.

“Oh, man,” she mumbled. It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes ago when the siren had woken up from the scans. She had been disoriented and slow but now, she was swimming around in circles. During the transport, her tail had been injured (which had made the protagonist curse the truck driver) but nothing had been broken. Just a few scales had been lost and luckily, only little tissue was damaged. Nevertheless, the protagonist had been furious that something like this had happened.

Admittedly, the protagonist had never worked on something this...challenging. Most of the time, she felt like a doctor experimenting on a patient. She felt cruel and insane but when the protagonist looked at the siren’s sharp teeth and her gills, she felt more like a scientist who was rightfully doing this.

Because it was for a good cause. Research and progress. It was important to never forget her goal.

She sighed and closed her eyes as her heart tried to calm down. Her gaze fell onto the dead fish in the bucket next to her feet. Their glassy eyes stared into oblivion and she felt responsible either way.

“Fine,” she mumbled to herself again and crouched down, her lab coat kissing the dirty floor. She took a fish out of the bucket and let it dangle in the water, still holding the cold body. It didn’t even feel real.

After a few seconds, she saw the moving shadow deep down stopping the circular round. Slowly, the siren swam up and soon enough, the protagonist could see her head break the water’s surface.

Her hair was long and dark, clinging to her head and shoulders. Her eyes were abnormally big and something about her seemed familiar to the protagonist.

In a way, she was quite beautiful and in a way, the protagonist began to hesitate. She held up the fish, showing it off as if to say “come and catch” but it felt weirdly wrong. However, the siren followed, dove down and came back up, holding onto the metallic platform the protagonist was standing on once she had reached her.

They were close, closer than they’d ever been when both of them were awake. Asleep, the siren didn’t look real but as her eyes stared into the protagonist’s soul, she was quite aware that she was alive.

“You sure are a sight for sore eyes,” the protagonist said. The siren didn’t blink. She didn’t answer either. “You must be hungry.”

She stretched out her arm as best as she could and to her incredible surprise, the siren tilted her head and let her sharp teeth sink into the fish, holding it in her mouth like a cat would.

The protagonist blinked, caught off guard and smiled.

“Huh,” she said. “You really are cute.”

She stretched out her hand to brush hair out of the siren’s face.

And something inside her stomach turned, it was a burning, a punching. As she touched the siren’s cold skin, she felt something she had never felt before.

She swore to herself to forget this but no matter what she did, this moment haunted her for weeks.

[jaeellec]

Damn the Stars Snippet

Oh hey I just realized since I've made Carmen's crew and relationship known, I can post these two scenes I wrote a long time ago! Really hope they still read well~ Still trying to decide how mature I want to go with this spin-off.

But anyway, read below the cut!

“What’s taking so long?” Carmen was clearly limited on her patience as she sat between Heat and Wire in an open-style tent. For pirates, this was luxurious: comfortable individual seating, wine, an abundance of bizarre fruit native to the island. Their rainforest hideout lacked the castle though, and some of the enemy crew stood in front of the tent while they, too, awaited the arrival of their captain.

Heat leaned in, “I was wondering the same. The Titan Pirates have an impressive reputation. Not impressive enough to be worth this wait though.”

"They're keeping me from my captain..."

“Budgie,” Wire got the attention of the two to gesture his head towards the approaching host; a surprisingly handsome and well-built man with smooth tan skin, a close-cut beard, and medium length wavy, dark hair that was appeared wetted and slicked back. He was accompanied by the rest of his crew.

An arrogant smile on his face, the enemy captain took his time in sauntering to his guests, “Ah, the Wandering Star, Carmen Amsel,” the captain had stopped several feet away. “You seem more party favor than pirate.”

Some of the enemy snickered at their captain’s little quip - an allusion to the first article about her after she took up the life of a pirate.

Heat and Wire’s faces instantly showed scorn, but Carmen seemed neutral. Almost amused, even, as she rose to give her own greeting.

“The Giant’s Bastard, Guillermo Greave,” Heat and Wire stood as she spoke. “You seem more bastard than giant.”

Greave lit up with laughter. “You know how to handle yourself out here! You’re earning quite the reputation and the bounty to go along with it. Taking out Rush Black and his Salty Dogs entirely. And it was you who claimed the head of the second-hand of the Leviathan Pirates, was it not? He had a mythical Zoan – a nasty one.” He raised an eyebrow. “I am very curious about the Devil Fruit powers you possess. I wonder how true some of the stories are.”

All the while he was speaking, Carmen and her crewmates had been making their way closer to him, closing the gap he had left.

“I could give you a demonstration, or we could conduct business as intended,” the hint of arrogance and impatience was beginning to come through. “You’ve kept me and my men waiting long enough.”

“My apologies. I was simply making sure everything was in order and giving you and your men time to relax and enjoy some wine. I think you will be very pleased with what I have to offer.”

She raised an eyebrow, “I’m still waiting.”

Finally cutting any of the flattery, Greave turned to give a nod to his crew, and three men disappeared while he began his proposal. “Pirate alliances have been breaking in the papers often recently. Straw Hat Luffy and the Surgeon of Death, Trafalgar Law. Your own captain’s alliance with Scratchmen Apoo and Basil Hawkins. Straw Hat and the Surgeon have outed the purpose of their alliance with events unfolding in Dressrosa – one of the Four Emperors of the Sea. So, tell me, Wandering Star…”

There was a certain sureness to her as she listened.

“Which Emperor is your captain after?”

“Our goals are of no concern to you. News of pirate alliances does not make you a part of ours.”

“Ah, not yet at least,” Greave smirked as the three men returned. Each carried a treasure chest and placed them directly and individually in front of the three Kid Pirates, the one in front of Carmen being opened to present its glittering gold contents. “Whichever Emperor it may be, I am highly interested in having a hand in their fall.”

Carmen’s inquisitive eyes lifted from the treasure at her feet to look back to Greave as he continued.

“Consider this my demonstration. This is only a small taste of what I have to offer for my part in the alliance. My men and I have been doing well for ourselves in the New World even before your Captain and his second hand were Supernovas on the other side of the Red Line. We are well-established, and our abundance of gathered treasure would surely be of use when it comes to preparing for a fight against one of the Four Emperors. In fact, Carmen Amsel, there is more treasure waiting aboard your readied ship.”

“My ship?” that caught Carmen’s attention, and even won over a keener tone with a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Oh, yes. It’s said that you have become the helmsman of the Kid Pirates - that above all, you love to sail. You will even take the ship out for fun, do you not? With your feats and talents, I say you have very well earned your own vessel. It’s the black ship at bay, fully prepared and ready to take to the seas! As I said, my men and I have done well for ourselves.”

Carmen lightly looked over her shoulder to playfully  address Heat, “This must be that impressive little reputation you mentioned,” she turned back to Greave, her eyes hard to read. “A nice island base, luxurious tents instead of a crumbling castle with plenty of gold and even a ship to spare…”

The Titan’s Bastard grinned at the recounting of his accomplishments, though his smile would soon fade with the turning of her tone.

“But what else have you done? What big names have you bested? So far, it seems you’ve left them all to us.”

“Like I said,” Heat spoke up – he wanted to make sure the entire crew could hear. “Not worth the wait.”

Greaves began to crack, his suave façade giving into frustration, “Not worth the wait?!”

“Trying to buy your way into an alliance?” Carmen maintained control. “Our first mate told me to expect this – that this might be the reason for you wanting an audience with us.”

“The first mate is who Eustass “Captain” Kid should have been wise enough to send to deal with such matters if he wasn’t man enough to face me himself. Instead, he sends his bitch!” he turned to his men to make a demand. “Take the gold!”

Two of the men reached for the chests in front of Heat and Wire while the captain himself outreached his hand to the open chest in front of Carmen. In unison, Wire stabbed his trident in front of his chest while Heat slammed his foot on top of his, leaning forward and in the position to breath fire. All this while Carmen dropped into a crouch, slamming the lid shut on her way down and nearly catching the Bastard’s fingers. She rested her cheek on her folded arms atop the chest.

“My gold,” she reminded him. “A gift given to me that I very much intend to keep.”

Angered and in shock, Greave took a step back and glanced left and right at her crewmates. “What are you doing?! We had a deal before you even stepped foot on this island. I promised no snipers and you promised me safe conduct! I’ve upheld my end of the deal and I expect you to do the same!”

“I promised not to use my powers,” she narrowed her eyes and darkened her tone. “No more. No less.”

"I've had my fill of you!” The Bastard’s demeanor was slipping even more into dissolve. “You are going to call your captain! I demand to speak with him!!”

She was growing evermore impatient – now flat and cold. “Tough shit, you’re talkin’ to me. I was sent because you were not worth my captain's time, and you were not worth the first mate’s time. If you were, the Massacre Soldier would have contacted you along with Scratchmen and Hawkins. But you were right…” she quickly opened the chest just enough to reach in and snatch a handful of the treasure inside. “This will very much help us. We’ll be sure to put it to good use.”

The enemy captain sneered at her, “You rancid little whore,” his words were dripping in disdain, and his men behind him readied their weapons.

“Careful, now,” she rose. “You make the first move and you’ll find your luxurious little hideout underwater.”

The tales of what could happen gave the enemy a pause.

“I’d rather not go back on my word today,” she continued and began walking away, her violet eyes on the fine jewelry hanging from her fingers. “Heat, Wire...do as you see fit. I think I’ll have a look at my ship.”

As Carmen set off towards the docks, flames spewed forth from Heat’s mouth.

_            _            _

Back at the Kid Pirate’s base, the three captains and Killer were finishing up lunch, their plates mostly clear save for Kid whose mind seemed to be elsewhere.

After enough bottled up agitation, Kid let out a growl, “They should be back by now. How long does it take to steal from a guy who has ‘bastard’ as a part of his title?!”

“Bastard?” Scratchmen questioned as he shoved half a slice of pizza into his wide-open mouth, an amused grin spreading across his face as he thought and chewed. “You sent her to deal with the Titan Pirates?”

“He said to steal from them,” Hawkins corrected his ally while gently dabbing the corners of his own mouth with a napkin. “Do you think that was perhaps not very wise?”

This delighted Scratchmen even more, “It’ll piss ‘em off, no doubt. You could have at least given the girl a little more backup! Would’ve let ya borrow some of my men if you had asked, Kid! Wouldn’t want our little Budgie getting hurt now, would we?”

The redhead’s short fuse was already reaching its limit, and he glared at the captain of the On Air pirates, a low growl escaping his lips as he stared the grinning DJ down.

Just then, the door opened and a group of Kid Pirates, including Haikei, Oscar, and Noe entered the dining room.

“Sorry to interrupt lunch, boss,” Oscar spoke first, but it was Haikei who gave the concerning news.

“We just thought you’d want to know there’s a strange ship docked outside next to the Victoria Punk…”

“What?!” Kid shot up from his seat to look out the blasted part of the dining room wall, Killer doing just the same.

“What the hell…?”

“Dammit, Budgie, I told you I didn’t want them to join!” Kid quietly hissed to himself.

“Surely, she wouldn’t…”

That prompted Scratchmen’s signature laugh. “I’m not surprised! I heard the Giant’s Bastard is quite the looker! Seems like he charmed his way into our little alliance!”

“Shut up!”

From the doorway, the group of pirates seemed unsure. “Umm…your orders, boss…?” Haikei was hesitant with his inquiry while the Hawkins read a floating card spread, and the Sea Roar continued to roar with laughter in the background. But he himself shut up once Carmen used her powers to descend into the open room, a smile plastered on her face and her body decorated with gems and jewels and layered gold jewelry hanging from her neck and wrists.

The moment she landed, her captain stormed up to her, jabbed his finger to the ship and demanded, “What the hell?!”

“I can’t wait to tell you!” she beamed, her eyes bright and full of cheer. But her expression and tone dried up when she looked to the two allied captains. “Get out.”

“This is an alliance, sweetheart,” the Sea Roar suddenly wasn’t so happy. “Whatever you have to say, we have a right to know.”

“And I thought we already addressed the matter of how you are to speak to us,” Hawkins added, snapping his deck from the air into his hands. “You do not give orders. You are not a captain.”

That rendered Kid irate, “I am a captain. Get out.”

With tensions rising, Killer, ever the level-headed one, spoke up. “Just give us the chance to get everything sorted out and settled. If there’s anything worth mentioning, we’ll discuss it at the next meeting so no one is left in the dark here.”

“Out,” Kid sternly reiterated.

The captains’ cooperation was reluctant and contemptuous, and once left with only those on his crew, Kid turned to the grinning girl with a look that demanded to know everything.

“The men you sent with me took care of the Titan Pirates,” Carmen was quick to oblige. “Every single last one of them. During negotiations, they offered up the ship with all the gold you were expecting and more,” her excited tone turned sweet. “It’s perfect, and I really want it to be my ship. Can I have it? Please?” she gently bit her bottom lip and pressed her hands together in a plea, all but bouncing in anticipation. “Can I, can I?”

A light groan told he was just relieved she followed orders...and that she had come back to him. “If it’s what you want, Budgie…The ship is yours.”

With a cry of excitement, Carmen jumped and threw her arms around his neck, “It’s the Black Star!” She released and took his hand, a smile still lighting up her face. “That’s what I’m calling it! There’s another perfectly good ship back at their island, but I only had enough men to get the Punk and the Black Star back here. If you want it, I can take some men and go get it another day.”

Those gathered in the doorway exchanges excited glances, and the Massacre Soldier spoke up. “It may not be a bad idea, but it will still take some time to gather crews for both ships and beyond if we want to start expanding that much.”

“That’s a given,” Carmen looked to the Massacre Soldier. “Maybe someday you’ll be the captain of that one,” then she turned back to her captain. “Or maybe give it to Heat as the captain and Wire as the first mate? That is, if it is your order to retrieve the ship, Captain.”

“Of course we’re getting the ship!” once again that menacing grin appeared on his face just at the thought of how the future was shaping up for him and his crew. “Good job handling the ‘Bastard’, Budgie. You’ve outdone yourself this time.”

Carmen was pleased with the fact that her captain was pleased. “And this is just the beginning. We started today with one ship, and now we have three. The possibilities are endless and the seas be ours, Captain,” she looked up at him with sultry eyes as she moved one of the gold chains from around her neck to his, hanging onto it from either side of the link. “From Captain to Commodore…” she pulled on the chain, bringing his face mere inches from hers, her honeyed voice confident. “And then King.”

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Writing share

(this should have been done a few days ago but well, life decided to life so here it is a bit late.)

Snippet from TPMB book 1.5 of the pirate's cursed god series.

Kenny said, “Silent Jack..has a nice ring to it don't you think?” He frowned as he was not used to people inquiring for his thoughts on matters, before getting frustrated he couldn't answer. He shrugged and went back to frying the bread in the pork fat.  Kenny said, “Well how about I tell ye a tale of the crew..”  Smiling softly at the fact Kenny seemed fond of talking, it was nice in a way since people didn't tend to talk to him often anymore, beyond giving him orders due to the fact he couldn't respond. Sometimes it would be so quiet that he worried his hearing had gone, he had frequent nightmares about it. He no longer liked the silence, especially if there was no other noise around as it made him worried that he had gone deaf as well as mute. 

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Sensory prompt #3!

Serene x Pirate au Sam(you can ignore it if you want but you know how I love himb)

The whistle of a tea-kettle

Frozen in fear

Oh this is good and um may have helped me write a section of the Pirate verse . And since it's Sunday, i'm killing two birds with one stone...

"So...You want us to go to Akila...cos you think something is there? I’m guessing one of them artifacts ?" "Bingo. In every universe there is an artifact in the Empty Nest." Sam's eyes narrowed at the mention of that place. He rubbed his hand over his beard, deep in thought. "I vaguely recollect a place called that. Something ol' Solomon mentioned in his journals that dad kept locked up tight from me. But I remember taking a peak once. There was something weird about the place...bout how no Ashta would go within a mile of it, I think." "Exactly, the artifact's energy keeps all animals away" Seren replied with a nod. "and Terrormorphs are animals too, so I'm thinking it will be one place we'll be able to land." "Well I'll be. Thing is darlin, Terrormorphs may be animals, but they ain't natural and the ones down there will be with the Bonded." Sam shuddered at the mention of something she'd never heard of, which made Seren wonder what the hell he was on about. The digital whistle of the kettle made Sam jump, almost spilling his whisky and he inwardly swore as he got up to make Seren the tea she'd asked for. "Bonded?" Seren asked confused as Sam brought the tea over to her. "Only once have I ever been frozen in fear and that was when I saw one of those freaks look right at me when I was scouting out a abandoned building on Kreet and legged it when I saw them. Dead in the eyes, souless...Wait? You don't know what a Bonded is?"

Since it's snippet sunday, tagging the Coemancer crew as always. Plus anyone else who'd like to share their WIP.

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hi, thank you so much for your wonderful writing :))

I've especially loved reading Deep Blue and I was wondering if you...do continuations? if not that's totally okay, just thought I'd ask :)

have some ice cream :) 🍦

Thank you, thank you! Sorry for taking so long to get to this request. Hope you like it!

Deep Blue - Pt. 4

siren x pirate

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

When his eyelids parted again, the midday sun split the room, haloing the sleeping siren in a honey blaze. Her hair pooled around her head in golden spires where she'd sunken against the cotton pillow during the night.

Her shoulders swam beneath the gauzy knit of the pirate's shirt, pearl-pink skin peeking free. She smelled of the ocean, all salted breezes and chalky sands.

She seemed peaceful, chest swelling with even breaths. An outsider may have labeled her harmless.

The pirate knew better.

His fingers itched to caress the delicate curls framing the siren's forehead all the same. The supernatural charm of a siren, he told himself. He caught his hand when it twitched halfway to action.

He stood up, tearing himself away from the magnetic pull of her. He turned around, shaking out the clumped waves of his hair. His clothes, too, were scratchy with the crust of dried salt. The folds of fabric creased like paper.

He stepped outside and cranked out several pumps of water from the rusted spigot, scrubbing it over his face and hair. The cool droplets streamed fissures down his neck and chest. He pumped fresh palm-fulls to spread over the rest of his exposed skin.

"If you're trying to drown yourself, I can do a much better job of it."

The pirate startled, straightening. "Golden. You're...- How are you feeling?"

Clinging to the open door, the siren stood awkwardly on foreign limbs. The hem of his shirt hung a few inches above her knees; a curtain brushing against his clumsy first aid.

Though her posture painted her a wounded damsel, her eyes were predator-sharp. It set his teeth on edge and sent something primal in his instincts jangling.

The siren's nose crinkled, scanning their surroundings. He tracked her gaze as it roamed over every rock and tree and bump of the earth. "What is that smell?"

The cabin boy snorted, cranking fresh water into his hands to dump over his head. "Dirt."

"Repugnant.”

"Yeah, well... As much as I love it, the smell of salt water and fish can get old as well."

When he glanced up again, he studied the siren more closely. Instead of itchy, irritated skin--sun-dried and chapped--she was glowing as ever. Her golden hair hung in silken waves hardly so much as mussed by his rough sheets, not gritty and salt-riddled as his own locks had been. Her skin faintly shimmered in the daylight.

The only thing about her that wasn't perfect was the red stain weeping through the muddied fabric of her bandage.

Her eyes followed the drip drops puddling beneath the spigot. She wet her lips.

The cabin boy watched her. "Are you thirsty?"

As he'd learned from his hours of curious reading, most sea creatures didn't drink water. They gained their hydration through the food they ate, or their bodies were designed to filter out the harmful sully of salt from the seas they swam in.

Though, his siren was a sea creature no more.

Her feet twitched, seemingly with the urge to take a step, but she hesitated, toeing the wooden step's treacherous edge without letting go of the door.

A small smile cracked the pirate's lips. This creature who had held his life in her hands mere hours prior, capable of capsizing ships and carving out the hearts of men, was afraid to walk. Afraid to fall.

Gravity did have an unforgiving vice above water that it didn't below, weightless and languid in all its honeyed drifting.

He found himself standing in front of her. Ever drawn to her as a moth to its fiery death.

She hissed at him when he offered his hands toward her, sounding like a startled housecat. Jerking back, her heels snagged the rim of the top stair and she fell with a yelp. "Don't touch me!"

Though the cabin boy held up his palms in surrender, the mermaid swiped at him with dull, paddy fingers for good measure.

"Easy," he said, "I was only going to help you."

"Why?"

His brow creased. "...Why?"

"Why are you trying to help me at all?" she demanded.

"You saved my life."

"I tried to drown you! You should have left me there, I would have been better off! Your 'help' is a scourge, a curse!" She pushed herself up onto wobbly feet, smacking his hand away when the pirate reached out again, reflexively, to assist her.

He heaved a sigh, stepping back. “You would have bled to death.”

“It would have been better!” There was something terribly broken in her voice. A windchime once ringing melodic lullabies now cracked and shrieking. She staggered down the remaining two steps, swaying unsteadily on her heels. Her voice softened. “It would have been better than this.”

Guilt twisted the cabin boy’s stomach. “Golden…”

“No. I am now a prisoner in this…weak, defiled body. I have been stripped of every last thread of my identity. My tail, my strength– The ocean has disowned me, I am cursed to die a fumbling human. There is no greater disgrace! I want nothing more from you.” She shoved past him, limping and teetering as she went.

“Where are you going? You’re injured, hungry, and wearing nothing more than my shirt,” the pirate protested, following after her. “You can’t venture into town like that. Many men would take that as an invitation–”

The siren rounded on him, promptly stumbling and catching herself against his shoulders. Her eyes were alight like an August day.

“I know perfectly well what your kind feels entitled to when they come upon a beautiful woman. That is the very foundation of why you are so easily captured under our sway,” she spat. “Your desires overwhelm you, and our songs coax you to believe you can have all you want if only you surrender to us. I cannot make you believe what you do not already want to. You invade our home and hunt us in our own waters, you take and take and take, then call us monsters when we do not let you have us too. As if we are sunken treasure for you to pluck from the seafloor and sell to the next hungry pirate.”

Any response he had readied died behind the cabin boy’s teeth. He wanted to protest that they ‘weren’t all like that.’ That some pirates led with honor, and that many men were decent. He was decent, wasn’t he?

And yet… He still felt homesick for his captain, his crew, his ship. The very ones who cast him to his death for the mutinous act of having a heart.

He swallowed. “I freed you.”

“And for that alone, I spared you. Yet you damned me. Spare me further humiliation and leave me alone.” The siren gave his shoulders a sharp squeeze before letting go, limping away again in the direction she had chosen.

His eyes followed her, clumsy and graceless, all the way to the start of the dirt road that led into the village.

She would certainly be a spectacle there. With shimmery skin and perfect hair of spun gold, eyes like winter fire and only half dressed, she would steal the attention of every human she passed.

She might be found out for what she was. She might be overpowered and hurt, or taken advantage of.

The possibilities burned through him.

She’d begged him to stay away…

The siren’s bare feet kicked up dust along the path that sent her coughing, batting at the air with the same fury she’d faced him with moments prior.

The sight coaxed a tentative smile from the pirate’s mouth. Cursing the sky, the earth, the gods of sea and shore and everything else, he followed after the grounded mermaid.

He would not be responsible for any more of her misfortune. Even if it cemented his own.

He’d always thought the ocean to be fair, even in all its cruelty. It did not shrink itself for the convenience of others. Its crashing swells that swallowed ships whole did not ask for any less from the creatures within it.

He had to believe that there was hope for her, his siren, creature of water and night and song. She would be whole again. He had to try.

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