May I ask for another "Sons of the sea" snippet? I'm so needy for Jax tonight as a savior. Idk why. If it's possible obviously.
Xoxo
Well, wouldn't you know it. I sat down with some rum and coke intending to write something and...
I’d roamed the high seas for nearly two decades when I came upon a ship firing on a much smaller vessel. On closer inspection, the ship turned out to be a naval ship from the kingdom of Mooreau, the people who had been accused of slaying the princess.
“High alert, boys,” I called across the deck.
“You can’t be serious,” my first mate responded with a raised brow, his thick accent adding a layer of disbelief to his words.
“I am, Chibs, we’re going in.”
“Aye,” he sighed.
Chibs navigated the ship towards the skirmish, the other crew members tugging on rigging and sharpening their sabers. Through the spyglass in my hand, I was able to discern the crew of the tiny vessel, a tanned man with a closely-shaved mohawk and tattoos and a fairer skinned person who had the delicate features of a woman.
I didn’t have the time to ponder the look of the crew as we pulled along side the navy vessel, slicing the ropes that were tethering the smaller ship to it. The first member of my crew to jump in and fight the sailors was Happy. His blood lust knew no bounds at that time.
I watched as the Admiral recognized the colors on our ship and paled; none had stood against the Sons of the Sea and lived to tell the tale.
“Retreat!” he called.
His crew scrambled into action and soon were on their way, heading back to the kingdom from whence they came. I turned my attention to the smaller vessel and smirked as I saw the captain boarding.
“It’s not every day a famed pirate steps into the battles of a single ship,” the captain called. I felt my heart race when I realized my first assessment was right. A female captained that vessel and her voice lured me in like a siren, warm and inviting and a complete problem.
“Call it my civic duty,” I replied, the smirk struggling to stay on my face.
“In that case, I would guess you want nothing in return,” she said as she stopped an arm’s length from me, her honey eyes meeting my own with a hint of defiance and daring.
“Being able to drive away a ship from the kingdom of Mooreau is all the return I need, Captain.”
“I appreciate that,” she answered with a sigh. “We are a small crew of but four. Our plunder is small; we sail for the love of the sea.”
“Love of the sea is how I started sailing, too.”
“Aye, and a broken haart,” Chibs interrupted, stepping to my side.
“Please, ignore my first mate. He doesn’t know what he speaks of.” The glare I sent his way would have been enough to silence a lesser man but only drew a chuckle from the graying man.
“Sure, Jackie boy.” Rolling his eyes, he clapped me on the shoulder and turned to the captain with a wide grin. “Lass, it was our pleasure to rescue your vessel today.”
To her credit, the captain dropped her smile and met his gaze head on. “A rescue? Is that all our vessel was to you? Because I assure you, first mate, you wouldn’t last one day on my rescue vessel.”
I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing at the way she took control of the situation, the way she put Chibs in his place. The fire in her eyes burned with an intensity I’d seen once before, a lifetime ago playing in the streets of Monach. That girl surprised me at every turn.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Captain Jackie,” she smiled, extending her hand. “It’s a pity it was under such boisterous circumstances.”
“Please, it’s Jax, Captain.” I took her hand and shook it in the way I’d shake any man’s hand.
“Jax. Until we meet again.”
She dropped my hand and retreated to her vessel, lifting her hand as she had her navigator turn the vessel to sea.
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I WANT THOTS AND I WANT A SNIPPET OR A PARCEL OF MY PIRATE JAX ❤️
So we've been hyper-fixated lately. We're gonna go thots with them 😈
Jax Teller: The hair! The swagger! The smirk! He can have literally anyone he wants in his bed in seconds. But when you play hard to get, he changes his tactics. Whispering in your ear with that growly drawl. Dragging his fingertips up your thing.
Happy Lowman: Okay, this man is a beast in bed. You're whimpering and whining from overstimulation before he's even put his cock in you. And he loves every god damn sound falling from your mouth.
Opie Winston: Burly man bear. He's gentle at first, but after a few times he's finally understanding that you're not a china doll and you can take his paw around your throat as he pounds you into the mattress. You proudly wear the red marks on your throat.
Chibs Telford: Man is a worshiper. Praising every inch of your body, taking you apart bit by bit. We're talking praise falling from his lips, the filthiest things dripping in that Scottish accent. Telling you how your pussy is made for him, how well you're taking him, how he knows his good girl has one more in her.
Clay Morrow: DNF. Avoid at all costs.
Juice Ortiz: My man is the subbiest sub to ever sub. I can't get any more detailed than that.
Tig Trager: Tig is a freak and a half. Nothing is off limits. And the man loves being pegged. He is a bit touch starved though.
I haven't gotten much actually written down about Sons of the Sea but I have an opener for my girl:
All my life has been a series of orders. Be here, stand there, say this, smile. Being a Lady of the Mooreau drained the vibrancy from my life, leaving me cold, lost. Lonely.
When I was a young girl, before I blossomed into the rebellious debutante that I have become, my mother hated the way I’d sneak out of the manor. Playing in the streets with the children she called urchins highlighted the days and made the dinners and balls bearable. I made friends in the people who would play pirates with me all day, one in particular becoming my best friend. Juan Carlos.
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