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(   ❀ billy.   )

Well that isn’t at all what he hoped her to say, but he hides that as best he can. He knows this plan of Flint’s is thin and hanging by strings; but it is the only one they had that had any hope. What with the navy encamped so close to Nassau; readying to strike. 

       “Well if anyone can talk a man into doing anything,                      it’s the captain.            Suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Her apparently genuine concern for the well being of the crew is something that takes him by surprise.To one such as Abigail Ashe the lot of them should be monsters. Monsters currently seeing her safely home, but monsters none the less. Still he gives a small nod, in the wake of her request.

              “Most of us will die first, miss.”

The words are quiet, said in an almost passing way as arms unfold and he turns about to face the railing. Hands settling atop it, gaze fixated on the ocean beyond them. Content to simply stand there beside her for a while longer before his duties saw him signalling shift changes. 

But then she had gasped and nearly jumped back. And Billy is rather quick to center his attention upon her again. A smile cracking his features with a small chuckle slipping out. Turning to face her again, an elbow leaned against the railing, a sharp clicking noise issued in the wake of his laugh. One that has the weasel chirping in response. Weaving about his arm, and settling between it and his chest. Peering at Abigail almost curiously.

         “Sorry if he scared you.                  He’s been a bit more ill tempered as of late.”

❀ ———–  Abigail smiled, tilting forward to rest with her palms against her dress to get a better look at the creature, though she still kept her distance so as not to upset it. It was a nice distraction from the pang upon hearing him say he’d rather die. As she turned to look up at Billy, her cheeks flushed bright red when she realised he was staring at her, his laugh causing butterflies alight in her stomach; she tried even harder not to notice how nice he looked in the bright sunshine. It suited him, she had to admit, far more than the dreary grey of fog and rain back home in London.

“Oh, no, not at all! Just caught me a bit by surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see him.”

Standing back upright, she felt more relieved; he might have startled her, but the moment had gone a long way towards easing the slight discomfort between them and she was entirely too grateful for that.

“Does he have a name?”

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As you step out into the city, no one to find you or recognize. As your black heels kick out the beat of my heart in perfect time. Singing, la la la la la la la la, look at you saving my life. Singing, la la la la la la la, tonight you’re saving my life. -Stay Vicious by The Gaslight Anthem This one goes out to alillywhite

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Alright, so I’m not dead. I’ve taken impromptu hiatus on most of my blogs due to illness, computer issues, and a myriad of other real life fun things. I also have five blogs to catch up with :s So yeah, I’m sorry!!

If you’ve written something for me or messaged me and I haven’t seen it yet; please tell me so I know!! I don’t trust tumblr when it comes to that stuff.

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lareinecersei:

Aries- Thomas Hamilton

Taurus- Billy Bones

Gemini- Jack Rackham

Cancer- Mr. Scott

Leo- Charles Vane

Virgo- John Silver

Libra- Miranda Hamilton

Scorpio- Max

Sagittarius- Anne Bonny

Capricorn- James Flint

Aquarius- Eleanor Guthrie

Pisces- Abigail Ashe

The signs as Black Sails characters

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Black Sails Meme: 5 relationships

Flint and Abigail He’s an old friend of my father’s. I remember him. I know him. And if you strike him again, my father will know you did so after I made this clear to you.

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“All I knew were the stories I was told of monsters and valiant men sworn to slay them. But now I fear that the stories I’ve heard may have clouded the truth more than clarified it.”

                     “You raised me to respect the truth.”

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“He just seems so out of place here…”

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( ❀ billy )

Well that had not been who he’d expected to come creeping out of the dark– at all. For a second he almost wonders if the blow he’d taken from Vane’s boot had finally started to show its effects. For a second it occurs to him that she might not be there at all. But he is neither dizzy, nor his vision blurred. And the continued sting from the wound at his arm amplifies that knowledge. How in the hell had she gotten back here?

            “Miss…wha—?”

The dirk is lowered, slipped back into his belt, as he stands up. Though kept from standing at his full height. Maybe one day someone would take into account the height of taller men when building ships. But for now, the boatswain hunches. A hand still pressing the now well soaked cloth against his arm. Unaware of the blood sliding down his arm, pooling in drops at his fingers, and falling away to the floor. Unaware of how blood stained his face still is. Or how very much, that is not at all something the young lady is accustom to seeing.

        “How did you—                         are you alright?”

❀ ———– She swallows hard; it’s difficult to read his expression in the dim light, but his words express concern, so she maneuvers herself and allows  herself to come face to face with him, cautiously optimistic. Is she alright? She still has her life, and she isn’t hurt. But other than that...

Her face falls, and she struggles to hold her composure. It finally begins to  dawn on her that she really has nothing left; no family she is close to, her  parents dead, no real home to go back to, and the man who would be her godfather is still prisoner. She could have gone to Savannah, and stayed with her father’s friend, and still had no home to come back to. She isn’t sure she would have been happiest that way either; knowing the truth that is closer to reality, she couldn’t live with herself, knowing that something was wrong, but still being forced to continue passively on as if nothing had happened.

“No... I suppose I’m not...” she answers him vaguely, looking down at the dark floorboards.

“After Lady Hamilton was shot, my father tried to have me sent to Savannah because I knew the truth, and that I would be a liability to his plans to see your captain executed. I knew then... he wasn’t the same man who’d left me behind in London. It’s just as well... I couldn’t live with him knowing he’d become such an awful person.”

Her feet shuffle slightly, and she finds herself temporarily losing her balance in the sway of the boat. Leaning against the nearby barrel, she finally looks back up at him.

“There’s a servant in my father’s home whom is against my father’s practices  and has become a sympathizer to the pirate cause. They helped me escape. As to why I’m here... I don’t... really have anywhere else to go.”

Her eyes still struggle to see in the dim lighting, but she can finally make him  out well enough to see his features, including the blood on him. Her gaze widens in fear, not for the blood and wounds, but out of worry for his welfare. Pulling her kerchief from her dress pocket, she holds it out, uncertain if he’s willing to let him help her, and tries to give him a small, encouraging smile.

“Your arm... may I?”

Nightmares & Bandages// Abigail + Billy

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One corner of his mouth twitches upwards for the briefest second. Relate to? Maybe in some small, ghost like of a way, she could. But the life she is from is one he has long left behind. He’s little in common with her now, save where they both were perhaps born. But he doesn’t correct her. Doesn’t deny her the small comfort, as again his gaze flickers to her face. And though it lingers there a breath longer than it had before, it moves again. To something small and covered in fur, running up the railing towards them from behind her.

          “So the captain’s implied.”

Billy has his doubts, like any other man upon this ship; but he also knows just now that this plan to return Miss Ashe home again is the only one they have right now. The only one that gives them a breath of a chance in stopping the navy from invading Nassau. In keeping this war from ever starting. But it is still a very far fetched plan. A metaphorical shot in the proverbial dark. And he finds only a hair more comfort in it than doing things Vane’s way. And it is his doubt that has him daring to ask the question that comes.

       “Do you think your father will                     give Flint an audience?                          Listen to what he has to say?”

❀ —————— She freezes at that; there’s been a growing feeling in her ever since they left Nassau that they are walking into a trap on her behalf and her heart aches, especially for the man before her. She couldn’t bear it if she was the reason he was cast back into a position of suffering. But the Captain and Lady Hamilton had been adamant about seeing it through, and all she could do was watch and pray. Gripping the wooden railing, her knuckles turn white, green eyes meeting blue ocean with dread.

“I must be honest with you. I don’t believe my father is a man that can be reasoned with any longer. He used to be a good man, he truly did. But something changed in him, or perhaps he kept me from the truth of who he was for my benefit but... years ago, we had a fight, a bad one. I stopped speaking to him, I was so angry. It’s only recently we’ve begun to speak again, but...” she stopped herself, shaking her head. ‘Tell him the point, I’m sure he can’t be bothered with your life story.’

“Your Captain is his most wanted. I tried, really hard to talk him out of this plan, to hand me over and leave, but he won’t listen. I fear he thinks my father is a man who can still be persuaded, but I truly don’t believe he is. Friendship  means nothing to him. But your Captain has insisted, and I am sincerely afraid for you all. So please, promise me that no matter what happens, you don’t allow yourselves to be captured.”

Abigail watches as a smaller bundle of fur nearly runs over her hands and she  startles, gasping and stepping back. After the shock wears off, she peeks  closer at the animal, though she keeps her distance. She’s surprised that something like it has appeared on a pirate ship of all places. “O-Oh! Hello there.”

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Original still credit x ↳ Part of the Mists of the Caribbean Series

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Billy Bones in 2x10

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He doeѕɴ’т wαɴт тo ɢo, αɴd ιѕɴ’т тнαт ѕтrαɴɢe? He’d ɴeverlooĸed вαcĸ вeғore. Never oɴce, ιɴ αll тнe yeαrѕ ѕιɴce тнe crew oғ тнe Wαlrυѕ нαd ѕαved нιм ғroм ғorced ѕervιтυde. Noт oɴce нαd Bιlly Boɴeѕ ever looĸed вαcĸ, wнeɴ нe ѕтepped oυт тнe door oғ тнe Hαмιlтoɴ Mαɴor. Bυт тodαy?Todαy нe dιd.

Todαy нe нeѕιтαтeѕ, clιмвιɴɢ ιɴтo тнe ѕαddle oғ нιѕ нorѕe.Todαy нe pαυѕeѕ, wαтcнιɴɢ тнe ɢood-вyeѕ ѕнαred вeтweeɴнιѕ cαpтαιɴ αɴd тнe Hαмιlтoɴѕ. Bυт нιѕ ɢαze doeѕɴ’т lιɴɢerυpoɴ тнeм loɴɢ. Iɴѕтeαd ιт ѕlιpѕ αwαy, тo ѕeттle oɴ тнe yoυɴɢlαdy ѕтαɴdιɴɢ υpoɴ тнe porcн. A yoυɴɢ lαdy wнo ιѕ wαтcнιɴɢ нιм, jυѕт αѕ cαreғυlly αѕ нe doeѕ нer.

нe very ɴeαrly jυмpѕ, wнeɴ αɴd elвow ɴυdɢeѕ ιɴтo нιѕ вαcĸ. Aɴd α qυιcĸ ɢlαɴce вαcĸ нαѕ нιм мeeтιɴɢ нιѕ qυαrтerмαѕтer’ѕɢαze. Tнe old мαɴ ɢιvιɴɢ нιм αɴ αrcнed вrow, α coy ĸɴowιɴɢ ѕмιle, αɴd α ɴod тнαт cαɴ oɴly ιмply ‘well ɢo oɴ тнeɴ’. Aɴd вeғore нe ĸɴowѕ ιт нιѕ ғeeт αre cαrryιɴɢ нιм ғorwαrd.

Tнe ѕмαlleѕт cαυтιoυѕ ɢlαɴce ѕeɴт ιɴ тнe dιrecтιoɴ oғ нer rαтнer proтecтιve αdopтιve pαreɴтѕ, тнe yoυɴɢ мαɴ doeѕ ɴoтѕтop. Croѕѕιɴɢ тнe тнreѕн нold oғ proprιeтy, wιтнoυт тнe ѕlιɢнтeѕтpαυѕe. Dυcĸιɴɢ, αlвeιт α вιт αwĸwαrdly, тo clαιм нer lιpѕ wιтн нιѕ.Aɴd нe lιɴɢerѕ oɴly α вreαтнeѕ мoмeɴт вeғore нe ιѕ pυllιɴɢ αwαy.

“Tнιɴĸ oғ мe, мιѕѕ.. ”

Tнe wordѕ αre rυѕнed вυт ғιrм; ғlαѕнιɴɢ α ѕмιle αɴd αғғordιɴɢ нer α pαѕѕιɴɢ мιѕcнιevoυѕ wιɴĸ, вeғore нe ιѕ rιɢнтly ѕpιɴɴιɴɢ αɴd dαѕнιɴɢ αwαy. Seттlιɴɢ υpoɴ нιѕ нorѕe αɴd ĸιcĸιɴɢ ιт ιɴтoα ɢαllop. He’ll pαy ғor тнαт lαтer, wнeɴ тнey нαve ѕeт тo ѕeα αɴd нe нαѕ ɴo eѕcαpe ғroм нιѕ coммαɴdιɴɢ oғғιcer. Bυт ғor ɴow,нe rιdeѕ αwαy ιɴ тнe wαĸe oғ тнe вυттerғlιeѕ ιɴ нιѕ ѕтoмαcн; αɴdHαl Gαтeѕ’ lαυɢнтer cнαѕιɴɢ вeнιɴd нιм.

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He sighs, a small step back to lean against the railing. Eyeing her a small moment before his gaze diverts. He couldn’t look at her for long, and not because she wasn’t pleasant to look upon. Far from it. He couldn’t keep his gaze upon her because it almost seemed, as though he were spoiling something. Tainting something good and innocent. 

        “No…no it’s–it’s alright miss…”

The realization of just who it had to be that told his story doesn’t take long to sink in. There is only a few left now breathing that know it. And Miss Ashe has been well kept from all of their company, save one. And it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, as this entire affair did. There’s a sigh, a resettling of feet against the deck, and his gaze tracking to something darting among the barrels. The smallest hint of a smile, ghosting across his features, before it disappears with his words.

       “I wasn’t anymore than fifteen when I…                   was drafted into his majesty’s navy.             My–my parents circulated many groups…”

    “It’s possible, though your memory might have noted                my father more than myself.            Less of course you made a habit of frequentin’                       the corners of Kensington.”

❀ ------------------ She looks up at him, curious this time, and unable to help herself, circles to the front of him to get a better look at his face. It’s impolite to stare and she knows this, but this nagging feeling will not leave her. She  blushes slightly when she realises her behaviour, and that his bright blue eyes may be the prettiest she’s ever seen and she cannot look away.

“I suppose so, I mean to say that it’s possible. My father and godfather were both involved in many causes, especially in righting inhumane ones.”

Fidgeting with her skirt, a small smile blooms on her face despite herself. She’s seen and learned so much the past fortnight that some part of her wants to believe its possible, however unlikely. Or perhaps she just wants him to keep standing in front of her, she’s not really sure which.

“I would have been a child then. While I do not doubt what you say, I would not remember everything, so it’s still entirely possible. Not that I’m certain it matters,” she blushes again. “It’s just... nice, to have someone to relate to in the middle of this.”

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Maybe it should concern him how easy it is to ignore hurts and wounds, when he’s far to preoccupied with working a way out of a rather dooming situation. But now with everyone on one side (in so much as they can be), and Charlestown burning cinders behind them, he literally as time to bleed. And the rather large gash in his arm, curiosty of Vane, has started to throb and ache. So he had left the deck in Mister Scott’s hands for now. Snitching a bottle of rum and a few pieces of bandages, from the medical cabinet (when Howell’s back was turned, tending to a throng of complaining crew members) Billy Bones had stolen away to the cargo hold.

Finding a sturdy crate to settle on, he rolls up his sleeve to his shoulder. A brief inspection of the dried blood that skewed his perception of the wound as him scowling, and uncorking the rum bottle. A small intake of air in preparation for how badly this is going to sting, before upturning the bottle on it. A slew of hissed curses, that are swallowed into a stout grunt, as he presses one of the bandages against screaming skin. Eyes closing as he waits for it to abate.

But even as he does, even as he feels the wound reopen, and the bandages is stained in red; something else  catches his attention. A sharp gaze flies open and he looks about his immediate vicinity. Eyes narrowing in the dimness of the hold. He’d heard something, he knows he did. And his unoccupied hand reaches for the dirk he’d taken from Vane’s quartermaster.

           “Oiy….whose there?”

❀ ----------- ‘ Abigail freezes, the sound of his voice snapping her free from her panic attack. For a moment, all she can do is inhale on shaky breaths; she hadn’t expected anyone to find her this soon and she still wasn’t prepared in what she’d say or do. She contemplated keeping quiet in hopes the man would move on, until it slowly dawned on her that she knew that voice; it was Billy.

The instinct that whispers that she can trust him has her peeking out from behind the crate, wide, curious green eyes peering in the dim light. Until she sees the dagger in his hand,she gasps softly and swiftly flings herself back behind the crate. Wrapping her arms around herself, she breathes deeply, willing herself to calm down. He doesn’t know it’s her, of course he is going to have his weapon out. Of all the men she could have encountered here, it is lucky that she ran into Billy first. He won’t hurt her, she knows it, even despite her father’s sins, not that she blamed any of them for their anger. But that conversation they had, they had some sort of a connection... right? She couldn’t have been the only one who felt it.

Forcing herself to stand, she smooths out her skirt, and slowly turns to face him, emerald eyes pleading with him to understand. ‘

��Billy?”

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After the curtains of gunfire smoke have vanished, after they sail away from her father’s burning kingdom, she shivers, cold and isolated amongst crates and barrels. This is perhaps not her greatest plan. Especially after her father’s open declaration of war; sharing his blood and name could easily get her killed. He had expected her to leave quietly for Savannah, and instead she chose to stow away here; knowing what she knew now, there would be no way she could return to normal life and turn a blind eye. There has to be something she can do.

But watching the men walk past her, she struggles to keep herself under control; this is far too like her first encounter when she was still on naive and unaware. It had been dark, and she had been hiding, and that was all she needed for the panic to begin. Covering her head with her arms and hands, fistfuls of brown curly hair that couldn’t be gripped tightly enough while she fights herself, trying hard to remember that they were just sailors and that Ned Low was only a distant memory. But the mere thought of his name alone is enough to destroy any calm she’s collected, soft panicked murmurs escaping her lips.

“No...stop it!”