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MOVING - Find me at my new LOTR multimuse

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MOVING - Find me at my new LOTR multimuse

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MOVING - Find me at my new LOTR multimuse

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MOVING - Find me at my new LOTR multimuse

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MOVING - Find me at my new LOTR multimuse

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MOVING - Find me at my new LOTR multimuse

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MOVING - Find me at my new LOTR multimuse

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MOVING - Find me at my new LOTR multimuse

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I love these blogs, but sadly I have no muse for them at this time. I’m sorry, when I figure out how I can combine them with everything else I’ll be back, but for now I see I just try to come back only to disappear again so … idk what to do … 

Maybe I’ll combine all my blogs on this account into one multimuse? What are your opinions?

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Henry remained silent, staring at the horizon stretching out before him with a sense of dread settling somewhere deep within him. Dread and fear that he had been feeling ever since Jones had released him with that one simple message. Bring me Sparrow, and your parents shall live. It was something he held on to, a little spot of light in the darkness of his own torture and that of his parents. And yet he still felt fear spreading like an icy feeling through him. 

He was guiding Jack exactly where he had to, and when they got there, Will and Elizabeth would be released from their cells and allowed to go home. Those had been the terms, Henry knew that, and yet he feared, dreaded rather, that Jones would in one way or another, turn those terms against him. 

Taking a deep breath, Henry straightened his back and glanced behind him. “Jack, ... can we speak?” He asked, planning to find out in what ways Jones usually kept his word, and ... if Henry would be able to count on the crew of the Pearl to help him and his parents home when all this was over.

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A light hope sparked within Henry at the question of a heading. He knew Jack and he had learned from his parents that his words were not always to be trusted. Often enough Jack would do things accordingly to his own agenda, but Henry also knew that something about his parents had left an impression on Jack and that perhaps it was that little impressed part that would make him choose the right thing to do.

“Aye, the island is south-east … it is small and surrounded by sharp rocks but at the south side of the island is a place to dock … If we sail there and I am send to him, he shall come out to treat with you.” He spoke softly, knowing that it was likely he would suffer at the hands of Jones’ men once more when he went first through the caves of the island. But if it meant Jones would meet with Jack and possibly his parents could be freed from their suffering, then he would take it upon him. After all, if he would not, then who would?

It wasn’t that Jack didn’t hear Henry’s response regarding their heading, it was more like that he did not listen. Why should he have when the boy knew the exact location better than he did. Simply giving a nod in response, he then pushed past young Master Turner and made his way across the deck and up the stairs to the helm of his beloved Pearl. Only then did he hand the compass over to the whelp - after all, he had better use for it now.

“You’ll be leading us there.” he said, gesturing towards the item now sitting in his palm.

“Captain, are you really sure about this?” Gibbs asked as he reached Jack’s side a couple of minutes later.

If anything, he was sure that this was the very last thing he wanted, in fact, he was horrified by the idea of having to face Jone . Every fibre of his being was screaming for him not to do this, to just lock the boy away in the brig so that he could not protest as he turned his ship the other way, away from Jones and away from finding his own death at the man’s hand. There were so many reasons why this was a bad idea, but unfortunately the idea of leaving Will and Elizabeth to their grim fates seemed just as terrible an idea.

“No,” he replied, finally.

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Raising an eyebrow Will simply leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “Ah yes of course, I cannot possibly understand honour ... But I am good enough to release you and serve you if it is convenient for you? Perhaps you should stop and imagine that I am not your puppet to command.” 

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I’ll probably be getting to my replies tomorrow, dears, it’s been a horrible week at work :s

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These days the masterlists for fandoms like Black Sails and Pirates of the Caribbean are years old and out of date, no longer being updated at all. Some fandoms like Aubrey-Maturin, Hornblower & Turn: Washington’s Spies don’t even have any lists that can be easily unearthed. This is the solution to all of those problems. 

If you write a character within the time periods of the American Revolution, Georgian Era, Golden Age of Piracy, or Napoleonic Wars, reblog this post to be added to the masterlist. If your character is on a multimuse or is from another fandom and has an active verse in these time periods, you are also welcome to reblog it! 

Please add your character’s name and relevant fandom / time period into the tags. If your fandom or time period is not represented on this list and you feel that it should be, please contact me here! 

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Observing Jack in silence, Henry couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his head when he suddenly found himself face to face with him. The other’s hand open and ready to hand over the compass that Henry knew Jack would rarely ever part with. He briefly touched the top with his free hand before opening it up, watching the arrow twirl restlessly for a moment. 

Briefly he considered to say something, to thank Jack for helping him. But he knew better than to do that. ‘Never, ever believe that Jack does things simply out of the kindness in his heart, Henry. Do not trust his word until he has proven to hold it.’ It was something that his father had once told him, and during his time with the Pirate in search for the Trident he had experienced that first hand. 

Thinking of those words as opposed to the way Jack seemed to be acting at the moment, Henry stood in silence at the helm, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Sometime soon his parents would hopefully find themselves free again, finally getting the chance to actually live in peace for once. No curses, no ghosts from the past to haunt them and drag them back to the sea. 

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A light hope sparked within Henry at the question of a heading. He knew Jack and he had learned from his parents that his words were not always to be trusted. Often enough Jack would do things accordingly to his own agenda, but Henry also knew that something about his parents had left an impression on Jack and that perhaps it was that little impressed part that would make him choose the right thing to do.

“Aye, the island is south-east … it is small and surrounded by sharp rocks but at the south side of the island is a place to dock … If we sail there and I am send to him, he shall come out to treat with you.” He spoke softly, knowing that it was likely he would suffer at the hands of Jones’ men once more when he went first through the caves of the island. But if it meant Jones would meet with Jack and possibly his parents could be freed from their suffering, then he would take it upon him. After all, if he would not, then who would?

It wasn’t that Jack didn’t hear Henry’s response regarding their heading, it was more like that he did not listen. Why should he have when the boy knew the exact location better than he did. Simply giving a nod in response, he then pushed past young Master Turner and made his way across the deck and up the stairs to the helm of his beloved Pearl. Only then did he hand the compass over to the whelp - after all, he had better use for it now.

“You’ll be leading us there.” he said, gesturing towards the item now sitting in his palm.

“Captain, are you really sure about this?” Gibbs asked as he reached Jack’s side a couple of minutes later.

If anything, he was sure that this was the very last thing he wanted, in fact, he was horrified by the idea of having to face Jone . Every fibre of his being was screaming for him not to do this, to just lock the boy away in the brig so that he could not protest as he turned his ship the other way, away from Jones and away from finding his own death at the man’s hand. There were so many reasons why this was a bad idea, but unfortunately the idea of leaving Will and Elizabeth to their grim fates seemed just as terrible an idea.

“No,” he replied, finally.

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Looking at James, Will simply raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “You’d sooner die? Of course that seems like the honourable thing to do, does it not? But have you realised that if your life were at the hand of your own men, they would choose the same option? Perhaps it is a bit frank to say but I fear your life means nothing to the people you work for, no matter the status you have. The word of your disappearance has not even spread.” He spoke, standing up and brushing off his clothes. 

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Smiling softly, Will shook his head. “He will turn out alright I am certain, some boys just need more time than others.” His voice was soft as he cast his gaze back down upon the ring again before putting it away in his pocket. 

“Ah, I fare well ... I work a lot lately, keeps my mind occupied. And you, are you adapting well to life here?” He asked, taking in the woman before him. He’d known her for years, from the time his wife had been pregnant, but that seemed like ages ago now.

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With despair in his heart, Will had just wanted to turn away when he heard a voice. Glancing up, he noticed a young woman, recognising her instantly. Raelene, years ago she had helped his wife, … It seemed ages ago now if he thought of how much had changed in his life since. 

“I … that’s mine yes …” Reaching out for the ring, he carefully took it in his hand and watched it. “I see, well … I have it back now, that’s most important. It’s very important to me, I hope that one day it might lead me to my family. Though I have never found a clue so far.”

She was relieved. First that she found the owner of the ring, and secondly because it was Will. If anyone understood the children’s plight it was him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do with that boy any longer…”She sighed in frustration. 

“How … are you?” She knew Will had lost much in the attack of Laketown. The young woman tilted her head in a curious fashion.