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witchthewriter · 6 months

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𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Tagged: @isapirata. Thank you for the request! I have never gotten one for Black Sails and I'm more than happy to oblige. I love this series!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑨 = 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I know that Vane might seem cold, but with you, he's very affectionate. He loves kissing your lips, especially in front of the crew. Vane doesn't mind PDA at all - he wants you to sit on his lap, hell he'd love it if you played with his hair.

𝑩 = 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: Vane loves your hands. He loves that he can hold them, press them to his face, kiss your knuckles, nip at your fingertips. Your hands feel like a way of connecting with you.

𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: He admires your loyalty the very most. Knowing that you would do anything for him makes him love you even more. And with that loyalty, he feels safe enough to give you that same energy back.

𝑪 = 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

100% loves to cuddle; he always wants to be the big spoon. With his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, breathing in the smell of your hair and nuzzling into your neck. It's how he likes to spend his mornings and nights.

𝑫 = 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Well, Vane is a pirate...as are you. Settling down isn't really in the cards. Especially not for Vane, who is desperate to keep Nassau from civilisation. He sees settling down a part of the English culture, which he doesn't want to be apart of.

𝑬 = 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (When something is bothering them, how do they act around you?)

Vane is an upfront guy, especially with problems. You're his partner, his equal, and he shares whatevers on his mind with you. Even if you were the one who did something - he's not the type to beat around the bush.

𝑭 = 𝑭𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆 (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

For some reason, he really doesn't like sleeping around. He did it in his earlier years but now he thinks committing himself to someone is more heartbreaking and fulfilling than any quick thing.

In saying that, he wouldn't want to get married straight away. Because in marriages, even pirate ones, it's a big deal. And getting married to him would indefinitely put a target on your back. So he wants to know that you're in this for the long haul.

𝑮 = 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: There's a tenderness in his touch, but roughness lies on the surface. Not only his hands from harsh work but he never really experienced gentleness. Well not freely anyway. Until you. So you can imagine his physical touch; grabbing the back of your neck, squeezing your thigh, even holding your hand has a gruff aspect to it.

𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: Shockingly, his words are more gentle than his touch. Even if they come out in a gravel-like voice. His voice is like earth, and maybe that's apart of the gentleness; he brings you back down to earth, makes you feel stable.

𝑯 = 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 (Do they tell you about their childhood? Their trauma? The sides of themself that they keep hidden from the world.)

Certain things come easier to say than others, and he's told others some of his past but it's only you who knows the most. Sometimes he wakes up from nightmares which was how you knew about parts of his past. He'd wake up and tell you in mess of words and sweat.

𝑰 = 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Vane said it two years after being together and five years after knowing you. He didn't want to say something he didn't mean, or get caught up in lust.

𝑱 = 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh, he gets very very jealous. Not that he thinks you'd stray, but he knows what's in other men's hearts. He often asks what you did throughout your day when he isn't there, and who you saw. Sometimes it can feel like an interrogation.

𝑲 = 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Vane's kisses are dominating and all-consuming. He wants you to be thinking of him and nothing else. He can be a tad possessive.

𝑳 = 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 (How are they around children?)

He has a soft spot for kids, because of his upbringing. It's not something he likes to ... exhibit. It's a bit of a weakness really.

𝑴 = 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (How are mornings spent with them?)

Depending if you're on the ship or at port; you either wake up on your own or snuggled next to him. On the ship he's the captain, he has responsibilities. Although he doesn't leave the bed without giving you a kiss on the forehead. When you're at port, he likes to take his time with you in the mornings. Make up for lost time.

𝑵 = 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (How are nights spent with them?)

A lot of the time he stays up late. Both at sea and on shore. It was really difficult for him to fall asleep. It had been for years. With you next to him though, it makes it a lot easier.

𝑶 = 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took him a while to open up. To truly tell you things about himself. Because he used to tell you things for shock value; sometimes you scare you off, almost like a test. But after knowing him for two years, he started to show his vulnerabililties.

𝑷 = 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 (How easily angered are they?)

With you? He has a lot more patience. Yet, he doesn't like being undermined in front of the crew. In private, do it all you like, but in front of his men - he needs to keep up appearances. As appearing fearsome is half the battle of keeping men in line.

𝑸 = 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒔 (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Surprisingly, Vane remembers a lot. It definitely shocked you when he told you everything he remembered. You thought he was just 'umming and ahhing' to be polite, but he was really listening. Vane wouldn't tell you, but everything you say is important to him.

𝑹 = 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he saw you punch someone in the face. That's when he fell in love with you. He was going to do it himself, but you beat him to the punch :')

𝑺 = 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Vane is very protective of you, but knows you can protect yourself. You've been doing it for years now, but sometimes he has to remind you that you don't have to look over your shoulder. Because he always has your back. Well, not only him but Jack and Anne as well.

It's actually the same with him, exactly the same. You often remind him that he isn't doing this alone. He doesn't have to carry every burden and responsibility.

𝑻 = 𝑻𝒓𝒚 (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He loves surprisingly you with gifts, and more often than not it's him who remembers anniversaries over you. He doesn't get upset when you don't remember - nor does he feel superior.

𝑼 = 𝑼𝒈𝒍𝒚 (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Picks his nails with a knife and doesn't care about violence. With the latter, it's a means to an end; there's a reason for the violence - showing power mostly. As well as consequences. The first habit he does almost absentmindedly. It started when he was a teenager.

𝑽 = 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How concerned are they with their looks?)

...Yes he is concerned with his looks... more than the usual pirate. I mean, Vane is tanned, he's got a six pack, his teeth are well looked after and his hair is long and beautiful (albeit somewhat greasy but most of the citizens are). A lot of it is attributed to being the fittest; he's ready to fight for his position as captain. The other parts are self-explanatory, his last name is Vane (even though it's spelt different to the word vain).

𝑾 =𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 (Where is their favourite place to take their partner?)

He loves rowing you over to a secluded spot, with perfect shade but also the right amount of sunlight. He can be very romantic; with food and drinks, he loves spending practically the whole day on that spot. No one can find you, not even the worries of the world.

𝑿 = 𝑿𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 (What’s their song)

Devil's Resting Place by Laura Marling

𝒀 = 𝒀𝒖𝒄𝒌 (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who is flippant, who doesn't know what they want in life and just drifts. He can't stand people who don't believe in something. He doesn't understand how a person couldn't have at least one passion.

𝒁 = 𝒁𝒛𝒛 (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He's a very light sleeper. And once he wakes up, he can't get back to sleep again. It's why he gets annoyed when someone wakes him up in the middle of the night...

#witchthewriter #headcanons #charles vane #charles vane headcanons #sfw alphabet #sfw headcanons #alphabet headcanons #witch the writer's headcanons #witch the writer #black sails #black sails headcanons #black sails headcanon #captain charles vane #captain vane

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phenomenal1500 · 11 months

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~The Gallows~

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A/N: This was requested by mocn_knight on Wattpad! ♥️♥️

Summary: Charles finds out he got the woman he is now locked up with pregnant, right before their execution.

Timeline: Season 3.

Pairing: Captain Charles Vane x Preg!Fem!Reader Warnings: Angst, smut talk, fluff, gallows talk.

Y/N pressed her sore back against the cold wall behind her as she sat down, remembering the man in front of her all too well. She remembered his growls, his weight on her, his scent. Everything. If she didn't know any better he might've been able to convince her by the way he pleased her that he might've loved her, but she knew that wasn't the case. Not at all really.

And so that was why she hid her secret from him.... He didn't need to know.

She could already guess how he would've reacted to the news if she did tell him and she didn't mind doing it on her own anyway.

She didn't need help because besides him perhaps not liking the idea, she knew he also probably would've thought she betrayed him. She had promised him to clean herself and she did, it was just done too late. Having his child was never her plan, never her intention.

"Y/N?"

'Shit', she thought. She kinda hoped he would've forgotten about her by now. She wasn't the only woman he had after all.

"Y/N? They cut off your tongue?" He repeated and her eyes shot up to meet his blue ones.

"No, they haven't. I was trying to come up with an escape plan in my head." She shrugged and tried to remain calm. She was so incredibly nervous. She really didn't want him to find out, but it wasn't like she was in her first semester anymore either. "I'm not going to rot away in a dungeon or hang above the streets like a trophy."

"I feel like it's too late for that." He looked her up and down, noticing she was wearing wider clothes which she wasn't known for. 'They are in the way during a fight'. Her words. "There's one window neither of us fit through and the door is locked and heavily guarded. This time it is going to be the gallows for us, love."

'Love?', he never called her that before....

"No, I don't believe that for one second and I know neither do you. You're a good man, Charles, you wouldn't give up like that." She couldn't believe he was this easily defeated. Not a few days back he would've never surrendered to those men out there so she was stunned at what happened to him. "You're strong, intelligent, a captain we need out there fighting for Nassau and our freedom. You'll find a way."

"Not this time." He cut her off and she watched him with hurt eyes.

Was he really done fighting...?

"On your feet!" One of the redcoats ordered as they unlocked the door and came inside, disturbing the heartbreaking conversation the pirates were having.

"Backs against the wall!" Another ordered and shoved Y/N against the wall when she wasn't moving fast enough, the first redcoat stopping him right away with a slap on the back of his head and a tug at his collar.

"Careful you fucker, she might be a pirate, but the cunt is carrying." He growled. "We are ordered to wait until she has the bastard before we can execute her."

"My child isn't a bastard." She hissed back in defense and they just laughed right in her face as they let the maidens safely bring them their daily rotting food before they left and locked the door again.

"Child...?" Charles whispered, looking down at the woman's stomach. "You're carrying...?"

"Forget what they said...." She slowly sat down again and placed the rotting bread in her lap so she could eat a little.

"I don't think I can." He instantly replied and walked up to her, slowly getting on his knees in front of her to make eye contact with her. "Is it mine...?"

"You're all I.... yeah.... I'm certain it is." She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck, looking at him nervously. "I'm sorry, Charles. I swear I did everything to prevent it."

"I know you did, Y/N, don't apologize." He rubbed her thighs and moved up to her lower stomach to caress the bump a little. "We'll figure something out." He gave her a soft glare and she relaxed a little by how soothing he talked to her.

He could've been mad about the news, yell at her for letting it happen, but what good was that gonna do? He knew the woman was terrified and never planned any of this to happen and he definitely didn't want to worsen those negative feelings for her. It was his child too after all and so he needed to take care of it, help her as much as he could and perhaps it wasn't even gonna be so bad. Perhaps he could combine his lifestyle with being a father and help her settle down after this war with Rogers was over. He owed her that.

"We can't figure something out since you were right. We can't get out of here. They'll send our baby to London to a wealthy abusive family while we're both hanging over our island like a trophy...."

"No we won't." He kissed her forehead and got up. "I'm sure you and I can think of something. I ain't gonna die, knowing that that means our child will grow up exactly like the men we hate the most. They deserve to figure out who their parents were and where they came from."

"You promise?" She smiled weakly, holding one of his hands.

"I promise, we're getting out of here, love."

#charles vane #captain charles vane #charles vane x reader #Black Sails #fluff #angst #requests open #the gallows

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somedaylazysomeday · 2 months

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Fanfic February 2024 - Week Three

Week three out of four is done! Here's everything from the third week:

Captured (Part Three) - A continuation of my Captain Charles Vane x fem!reader Black Sails fic.

A Deal with a Demon (Part Five) - A continuation of my demon!Beetlejuice x fem!witch!reader Beetlejuice fic.

A Deal with a Demon (Part Six) - The second half of this year's demon!Beetlejuice x fem!witch!reader Beetlejuice fic.

Tied Up in You (Part Three) - A continuation of my Commander Fox x fem!reader Star Wars: The Clone Wars fic.

A Grand Deception (Part One) - Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader Bridgerton fic.

A Grand Deception (Part Two) - The second half of my Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader Bridgerton fic.

Matter of Perspective (Part Three) - A continuation of my Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader Narcos fic.

All of these fics are either mature or explicit. Minors, please do not interact with my works.

You can find other fics on my masterlist, SFW Star Wars fics on my other sideblog - @wanderinginksplot-writes - or find me on AO3 under InkSplots.

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thesquirrelart · 2 years

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#zach mcgowan #fcressourcesrp #charles vane #captain charles vane #black sails #black sails vane #my edits #avatar #rpg resource #rpg ressource #zach mcgowan avatar

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wwemcumuscleslover · 2 months

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Giving a Break into the Richard Z Kruspe thing

I was looking into some of Christoph Schneider with a Long Hair, like those here 👇

And he is delivering the same aesterics of some Pirate you will find in the Black Sails universe, like this 👇

Soo can we named him, back in the era, The German Pirate..?

#rammstein #christoph schneider #black sails #zack mcgowan #captain charles vane #pirates #germanpirate

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petty-d4bblr · 2 years

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Sketchbook day. Zach McGowan as Charles Vane because I'm missing Black Sails

#charles vane #captain charles vane #black sails #fan art #pencil sketch #zach mcgowan #doodlings #sketchbook #sketch #pencil drawing #hani's sketches

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jplupine · 11 months

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Pirate's Life For Me....

Pairing: Captain Charles Vane x Deana Blake [OC] Word Count: ~2k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, canon typical sexism/violence, child abuse, bribery/blackmail/threats- Note that even though the first few chapters don't contain serious mature content, later chapters will and thus this is for mature audiences only.

[Date Published: November 28, 2017]

Chapter 1: Drunken Sailor

Grunting as I lifted a heavy barrel, I tried to walk in a straight line, but it was hard with the weight of what I carried and how I couldn't see in front of me. Clenching my jaw, I took one step at a time towards the ramp- or at least where I hoped it was- and dug my fingers into the wood to try and keep my grip on the barrel. Placing my left foot down, I yelped when I stepped on something furry and heard a cat's yowl. Quickly lifting my barefoot as claws slashed across my shin, I lost my balance and went stumbling back.

Trying to remain standing, the weight of the barrel was causing me to continue to stumble around before the barrel was suddenly lifted from my arms, and I finally fell down. Hitting the hard cobblestone beneath me, I cringed and balled my hands into fists to keep from vocalizing my pain.

"The port's no place for a child." A man said roughly as I looked up, seeing the barrel I had resting on one of his broad shoulders. With his free hand, he grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me to my feet. "Especially not a little girl." His comment made my face screw up into a look of obvious displeasure.

"I was paid!" I retorted while holding out my small hand with my palm facing skyward. "I'll do my job!"

"Oh, yeah?" The large man rose a brow while snarling, leaning down to get a closer look at me. "And does the Capt'n know he paid a poor girl to do a man's job?" He flicked the brim of my hat, causing it to lift up and barely hang onto the back of my head. From my expression and how my shoulders tensed, he got his answer. "I didn't think so. Get out of here before I take you to the Capt'n, and he gets his money back." He rose to his full height and turned on his heel.

"Just wait!" I shouted after him. "I'll be an even better sailor than you! I'll be the best in the entire ocean, and it'll be me telling you to leave when you're begging for work!" Raising my tiny fist and shaking it at the back of his head as he was walking up the ramp to the boat, I yelled one last thing before storming off. "Watch! You'll soon know my name well as people will be shouting it from the rooftops, Father!"

He shot me a warning glare as I turned, his expression seeming so fierce as if I had stolen his coin purse. With my shoulders squared and my head down, I yanked my hat back onto my head properly and stomped down the cobbled street. My dirty, bare feet slapped against the stone, and it was clear that I was furious. The coins in my pocket seemed like taunting pieces of metal weighing me down and teasing how I couldn't even do a simple job of taking barrels onto a blimey boat.

Ignoring the angry calls of the people I ran my shoulders into, I kept my head down while angrily biting my bottom lip. 'How dare he?' I thought. 'How dare he tell me what's what?' Kicking a pebble as hard as I could, it flew off and pegged a woman on her rear. She gasped and turned to slap the man standing behind her, causing an argument to arise on who did what and why.

'What's so wrong with a girl on a boat?' I mentally grumbled. 'I bet I could sail better than he could at my age!' Crossing my arms, I huffed in annoyance. Father had always despised me for being born female when he had wanted a son. A son that could carry on the family name and sail the open seas with him.

However, he got me instead, and Mother left before they could try again for a boy. That was another reason my father didn't like me- he blamed me for Mother running off with a pirate because I hadn't been the dresses and bows she had wanted me to be. Though, not long after, the entire crew of the pirate she ran off with was caught and hung for piracy.

I remembered that day only because Father had come home drunk and shouted at me how I had killed her. Between throwing bottles and shouting, he had wondered out loud if I wanted to join her and leave with a pirate the same way she had. At the time, I didn't understand why he blamed me, so I had reacted just as badly as he had, shouting back at him and threatening him with a shard of glass when he tried to throw me outside to live with the dogs.

That had all been around 3 years ago, but he was still sour about it all, and I hated him still as well. Now, he went off for as long as he could to sail the seas on a merchant ship, leaving me alone in the shack we called home to fend for myself. However, for a 7-year-old child, I survived fairly well on my own. I'd cook or clean for food or coins, fix clothes for cheap, or even scrub horses until they were cleaner than I had ever been.

Kicking open the door to my home, I shoved my hand into my pocket to pull out the coins I had received from my father's captain. Dropping them into a mostly empty rum bottle, I heard them clink against the other coins I had saved. Plopping down onto the ground in front of the bottle, I crossed my legs and huffed while resting my chin in my palm while my elbow was on my knee.

"Just wait...." I mumbled. "When I reach the top, I'll get me a boat and sail the world 'til every peak and depth knows me." Reaching out a hand, I tapped the top of the bottle. "I'll show you.... I'll show you all just who I am."

~6 years later~

"Name?" A man behind a table asked. He held a quill while parchment scattered the surface of the table as he didn't even look up at me.

"Deana Blake." I replied, and the man paused before slowly raising his head.

"A ship is no place for a girl. Leave the line so I can recruit real sailors." He said bluntly while narrowing his eyes at me. Smirking, I raised the old rum bottle I had finally filled to the brim and dropped it onto the table. The coins clinked as the bottle gave a loud thud.

"I'm a cook. A good one at that, and good cooks are a rare commodity. I say I'll give you this old rum bottle, what would you say in return?" Raising a brow, I placed one hand on my hip while my other hand sat on top of the bottle. The man's eyes bulged- he hadn't expected a dirty teenager dressed in rags to be carrying this much money. "Tick-tock, sir. If you don't answer soon, I'll take my skills- and my business- elsewhere."

"I'd say you are welcomed aboard the Petrel, Ms. Blake. However, the crew would not agree." He quickly said, still eyeing the bottle in front of him.

"They'll agree when their bellies are full and they're not dying of dysentery or food poisoning." I stated while tilting the bottle. "So, will you take this lovely rum bottle and its contents while gaining a capable cook in the process?" Questioning, I rose a brow, watching the expression on the man's face as greed was glinting in his eyes.

That was the thing with men. Wave a handful of coins in their face, and they'd be rolling in the mud like swine to get it. That was how I managed to learn to read by bribing an educated man.

"....We have a deal, Ms. Blake." He rose to his feet and held out his hand. "As long as the Petrel sails, you have a place aboard her. I will speak to the captain about your arrangements, and we will meet at the docks in the morning." Shaking his hand, I smirked.

"Good. But," I rose my brows while snatching the bottle off of the table as he went to grab it. "you'll receive your rum when we hit open waters." Turning on my heel, I walked away, carrying my bottle under my arm in my jacket to keep it hidden from thieves. Walking with my head held high and my dirty feet padding down the dirty street, I felt as if I should pay a visit to the beach one last time before I finally set sail.

Diving into the salty water, I held my breath while feeling the cold water nip at my skin and soak into my clothes. Taking in a deep breath when my head broke the surface, I laughed as I looked at the blue sky overhead.

Finally. Finally, after all of these years, I was on my way to sailing the oceans. I'd start out as a cook, then work my way up until I was a captain of my own ship and crew.

I'd have a crew that respected and feared me, not daring to cross me even if I was a woman. I'd fight off any bloody pirate that dared come after my cargo or ship, and my reaches in the water would spread onto land until everyone, including my father, would hear the stories of my adventures through perilous waters and braving through even the toughest of storms as I battled pirates.

Sighing, I splashed some of the ocean water onto my face and scrubbed at the dirt with my palms. Bathing in the ocean, I even washed my clothes in the salty water the best I could before I went off to the beginning of my story.

The following morning, I showed up at the docks with clean skin that smelled of saltwater and hot sand in a pair of old, faded trousers and a plain, white button-up tucked behind my belt fashioned from a strip of leather tied around my waist. Proudly walking up to where the Petrel was docked, I carried the rum bottle under one arm while brushing my wild hair out of my face.

"You must be the captain." I stated, seeing a rather tall man ordering others to take boxes onto the ship. The man from yesterday was there as well, checking the cargo being loaded off of a list he had in his hands.

"And you are?" He rose a brow while looking down at me.

"The cook." Smiling, I held out my hand. "It is a pleasure to be working for the Petrel, sir. And I hope you come to want me in the kitchen rather than throwing me overboard." The man snorted as he shook my hand.

"Well, well. Higgins didn't mention the cook would be such a promising lass." The Captain said and the man he mentioned looked over when he heard his name. He gave me a look as if he didn't even recognize me, but the smirk I gave him had him looking at me with wide eyes. "As he had described, you were a dirty child looking for work, and he was charitable enough to offer you a position aboard the boat since you mentioned you could cook."

"Why, yes, sir. He found me in an alley begging for food. I was so happy when he came along with his offer that I just jumped off of a big rock into the ocean. I came out clean, so it may be hard to believe how dirty I had been, groveling in the streets and all." I said with a smile. The Captain looked slightly unnerved with how I worded everything, but by adding to things and fibbing, he was more likely to keep me aboard since 'Higgins' had clearly lied about our meeting and deal.

When we were finally leaving the port, Higgins dragged me to the side and hissed low to where only I could hear him and smell his foul breath.

"Where is it?" He questioned. "Where's my money?"

"You'll find it among your things by morning. Don't worry, I've hidden it well so no one else will know of it. Keep your end of the bargain, and I'll keep quiet about the entire thing." I replied with a cold expression on my face. "Trust me when I say this, Higgins, I may be young, but I am not one to be crossed. If you try to take my money and drop me off at the next port," Grabbing the front of his shirt, I pulled him closer to my height. "I'll kill you." From the look on his face, he must have seen something in my eyes that told him I wasn't lying.

Growing up in the filth and the shadows of the streets, I knew how to get what I wanted whether it be via pick-pocketing, manipulating, or playing the 'poor, innocent, homeless child' card. Letting him go, I gave a bright smile that a happy kid would give.

"What's going on over here?" The Captain walked up while crooking up a brow in curiosity.

"Mr. Higgins was telling me a story about one of the port cities he has visited. He was just at the part about sweets in a bakery." I innocently replied, and the captain chuckled. Higgins, however, still look petrified as he could see how I was playing the Captain. As the Captain was walking away, I slowly turned to Higgins while still smiling. "~What will we do with a drunken sailor? ....Put him in a longboat till he's sober....~" I sang lowly, a warning to Higgins without the rest of the crew knowing.

Thankfully, he was smart enough to get what I was implying.