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How the potc characters would react if you were sick 🤒🤧

Jack sparrow🍺:

Firstly Jack isn't oblivious, he could tell by your hoarse voice and sniffling you caught a fever throughout your adventure.

Jack would be softer and take you to his cabin.

He would spend time with you but at the same time trying to maintain the ship.

Sleeping on a ship is rather comforting depending if you get sea sick easily.

The pearl would rock up and down gently rocking you to sleep in the captains quarters.

You would hear the shingling of gold coins, dabloons and silver going side to side.

Jack would try to be kind and offer you rum, because of course rum "fixes" everything.

You would ask "Jack, thanks but I need real medicine".

Jack would understand and take you to tia dalmer in hope he could find something that could cure you.

Tia would give Jack a herb that would settle your sickness to say the least.

Jack entered the quarters with a cat like smile on his face "got something for you love".

You would take the medicine and it would only take a couple of moments before you feel as dandy as a sailor could be.

You try to kiss Jack but Jack backed away as he was worried about being sick himself.

None of the less you thanked Sparrow for his effort.

Hector barbossa🐒:

Now when it comes to sickness, Barbossa laughs at the idea of it and ignores the feeling. He's a captain and even sickness can't hold him down.

You were in tortuga when you felt feverish; you coughed and sneezed in every sailors direction.

You weren't able to excitedly keep up with the other sailors victory.

Barbossa isn't the kind of man you would think would care but you were wrong.

Barbossa held you until you were at the captains quarters, it was lavished with a ton of blankets.

You thought that Jack wasn't kidding when Hector likes to make entrances and scenes.

He placed you lightly in the bed, you were having trouble breathing.

You sneezed and coughed everywhere, Barbossa would've been annoyed but he cared for you.

He raised your hand to his lips, pressing gently.

"Yer ta' stay ere' y/n, wait till I come back Aye, tha' be an order" he commanded.

You nodded weakly, barbossa ventured off to find the one person who could possibly cure you.

He entered through a small alley way and entered through a door, in the middle was a woman covered in tatoos.

Shansa without looking up spoke to the captain "and yet I didn't think you would return captain barbossa".

Barbossa standing went straight to the point "I need-."

"Y/n, you seek a cure for your beloved y/n, am I correct captain" shansa answered his question.

Barbossa didn't even answer as shansa already knew of the sickness.

"For you captain barbossa, I shall give you the antidote" shansa went straight to the point. She gave hector a brown liquid that seemed off putting to the touch, but he wasted no time.

Not even thanking the witch he left, heading back to the Queen Ann's revenge, he came to check in on you.

You were sleeping, Barbossa tried to wake you and gave you a liquid that would cure you from the witch.

You drank the liquid, at first you nearly spat it out but you swallowed it. Hector watched in fear yet fascination.

You held the captains hand, your breath becoming clearer and your nose less blocked.

Barbossa was glad to see you better, he smiled "I be glad yer better missy".

You smiled in response and leaned in to hold him.

Will turner🏴‍☠️:

Will was visiting you when he heard you were sick. He rushed to see you, lying in bed.

You spoke weakly to will "will my love, I swear I'm alright-" you coughed by the last of your words.

Will kissed your forehead and muttered "I swear y/n, I will find a way to make you better".

Will sought-after Jack Sparrow in hope he would know of anything whether it was magic or myth.

"Jack, it's y/n she's sick, she may not make it" will said worried.

"Ah William good ta' see ya lad, don't worry mate, I know someone" Jack smiled with confidence.

First he tried doctors, they weren't exactly useful in terms of finding a cure.

Will and Jack went into the trenches of the Jungle to find Tia dalmer.

As the two entered, "Jack sparrow~, Will turner, I know what you both seek" Tia smiled eagerly.

"Give the girl the cure you seek and she shall be alive again" Tia gave will a vile containing a cure.

Will thanked Tia and travelled back with Jack to give you the cure.

You were in bed with a terrible fever "y/n, drink this, it'll help you" will smiled.

You drank what will gave you when suddenly you were able to breath again but unfortunately it didn't cure you straight away.

"W-will" you muttered, will rushed to your side holding you, he cradled your head.

The two of you held eachother as Jack drank the rum in background.

Henry turner🐶:

Henry heard you were sick by carina, you were running a fever.

Henry rushed to find you in bed with a bucket and cloth sitting on your head.

Carina pointed out "she's not in a good state henry".

Henry spoke back "don't worry y/n, I saved my father, I'll try and save you".

Henry left a kiss on your forehead, he left you with the doctors in the hospital wing.

Henry spend the countless days worrying for you, carina reassured him "don't worry Henry, y/n is in good hands, she should be fine".

Henry came by your bed, he would tell you the countless stories behind the legends of his father and mother; including a certain pirate called Jack sparrow.

Carina stayed by henry's side as a dear friend.

When you were feeling better, henry hugged you on the spot, he kissed you and told you how he missed you.

Carina smiled in the background.

You were rest assured, glad to feel better.

Davy Jones🐙:

Davy was a cruel, mercilessly monster that roamed the seas. It was quite hard to see a captain so soft after all his cruel torture.

He kept you hidden, he kept you normal to make sure you weren't put to a terrible fate.

One day you caught a cold and even though it wasn't much, to him, it was a sign of death.

You didn't say anything as you thought it didn't mean anything, you needed to push on.

Davy caught on not so long after, he ordered you to be in your cabin.

He didn't visit you, of course, seems unlikely a cruel captain would care.

You had gotten worse over the course, soon it turned into a high fever.

Davy selfishly kept you locked away for two long, bootstrap bill looked after you.

Bootstrap told the captain, you weren't looking so good but in response, davy yelled "one life ain't warth tha' rast".

Davy stormed down the stairs however, he lied to his crew to keep his reputation high.

When he saw you in a bad state; his tentacles twirled with concern, he snorted from his tiniest tentacle and left.

He whispered to the sea "calypso, if yar be near, I bah ready ta' spare a life tha' be worthy".

The seas waves crashed with intention "save tha' lass" he whispered.

Over the course of the next few days, you started to feel better as if the fever were just a minor cold.

You opened your eyes to see the captain himself sitting I'm a barnacle infested chair.

You placed your hand over to the captains claw, he was asleep.

Davy had prayed to the sea goddess to save you and she answered.

You felt great and sat by the captains side curling into his grasp.

James norrington⚔️:

You were absent from the commondores party, he was celebrating his second proposal to you.

You laid in bed as maids tendered you, you were ill from a fever.

When James got word, he excused himself to see you.

"My dear, you are ill" the persona he carried himself through pride faded.

You breathed heavily, sweat ran down your forehead as a wet cloth laid on top of you.

"The maids have been tending me, for I am so grateful toward their service under your care" you smiled.

James pressed his lips toward your cheek, he cared for you more then his own life.

You couldn't breath through your nose, you coughed at every hour.

James had every doctor tend to you, making sure you were better.

After a few days of rest, you woke up to see the commondore with no wig and to see he wore the same coat.

You pushed aside strands of his brown hair from his face.

A maid kindly greeted you at your bed "ah! Goodness" you jumped at the sight.

The maid spoke softly "he never left your side madam, he stayed with you for the entire time you were ill".

You smiled softly, you never knew how truly devoted he could be.

The maid left as you kissed him lightly, truly you were blissful for such a devoted husband.

Phillip swift📜:

You had never been sick, no not once since you travelled the seas.

You had ran into Phillip from his hometown, he was known for being highly religious.

You were sick when you were kidnapped along with Phillip.

It was highly cruel to see the captain push you on despite you falling ill.

Phillip was close to you, never did he leave your side for any reason.

"By the lord himself I shall pray for your health y/n" Phillip swore, he gripped your hand and kissed it.

You were travelling to find the fountain of youth when you were sleeping in the crews quarters.

The men snored loudly and the smell was revolting.

Phillip stayed next to you and read from his bible to help you get better.

There was no possible medicine within the cabin but at least he prayed.

The captain complained about how slow you were and how you coughed too much.

He raised his sword when Phillip stepped in "by any light, have you no mercy toward a sick girl".

"You there boy, the girl is slowing us down and I plan to keep going" the captain held his sword toward your throat.

"Give her to me and I shall make sure she won't slow us down, I'll be the one to keep watch over her" Phillip pleaded.

The captain rolled his eyes and kept walking as the crew, angelica and jack followed.

Phillip carried you as he placed his coat over you "may god watch over you, for you are gods gift to the world".

Phillip kissed you while holding you not caring if you had a runny nose.

Cutler beckett🍷:

Beckett, a man so cruel whom wishes the extinction of pirates.

You were betrothed to the cruel man as a lady and therefore you've grown a hatred toward him.

One night you were so sick that you couldn't get out of bed.

Your husband was absent for the most part, you felt sad, like being locked in a cage with a monster.

That was until you saw him after all the nurses left. You had a wet rag placed against your forehead.

Beckett came up with the same expression he had even on your wedding day.

"You know y/n, out of everyone to have fallen ill, it just had happened to be you" he coiled a smile.

You rolled your eyes "unfortunately it would seem, dear husband".

Beckett walked toward you in a formal manner, he pressed your hand toward his lips "a dying flower, foolish and yet beautiful".

You gazed at him with no words, how could you even fathom, a man like him showed no kindness.

"Just think, soon to be dead, a tragedy soon to be in tale" he whispered.

You breathed heavily in response "have you no care".

Beckett backed away with no intention to hurt you "of course my stupid girl, you were betrothed to me after all".

You gripped your husband in a harsh manner and kissed him out of spite.

In response he gasped, he placed a hand toward your precious head.

You gripped around his waist trying to find his pistol. What seemed odd however was how beckett leaned into it.

"Once again my foolish wife, death shall not greet you at your door" beckett turned and left with no response.

You slept with tiredness, over the next few days you started to get better.

Right next to your side table you saw a gift with herbal tea with a letter written "to my foolish wife, a gift for your good health".

Joshamee Gibbs🌊:

You laid in the crews quarters feeling crummy, you snorted, wheezed and coughed in every direction.

Gibbs asked how you felt and knew you weren't well, under his orders you were staying in bed.

Jack wondered where in the bloody blazes was master Gibbs.

Gibbs gifted you all sorts of medical supplies, you smiled at the kindness Gibbs gifted.

Gibbs valued you as a daughter figure or perhaps even a close friend.

"I remember when I was sick, Aye, I had nothin' but a bottle o' rum" Gibbs smiled "yer a tough lass, not many landlubbers would last like ye".

You nodded in agreement, Gibbs told you stories that would make you laugh, mostly of Jack's success and failure.

When you fell asleep, Gibbs watched over you. Jack on the other hand had wondered where he was.

Gibbs gifted you a bottle of rum.

Ragetti and pintel☠️:

Ragetti and pintel were ordered by captain barbossa to start plundering.

However you were running a fever, coughing and sneezing.

Ragetti noticed you lying on the hanger looking sick "Hey-uh, y/n don't be looking so good".

Pintel growled "what's you's mean, the lass be fine".

Ragetti shook his head as he heard you cough "see, see I was right".

Pintel sneered "wha so she's dyin then".

Ragetti knew at least, he had something similar back in tortuga, he caught it from some sneezing sea dog.

"She's not dyin, she's got a fever" ragetti pointed out "she's needin' rest".

Pintel asked "so wha', tha lass needs a blanket and a bedtime story" he snickered.

Ragetti went over to get a drenched rag covered in ocean water, he placed it on your head with an extra sheet.

Eventually you asked "I, I need medicine" you said to the two.

Ragetti and pintel both went to the cargo hold to fetch some medicine. "You two whatcha doin" a bigger male asked.

"Gettin' medicine, captains orders" ragetti explained, "Yeah wha' he says".

The two awkwardly stood still, the bigger male sneered as he let them go.

Ragetti and pintel eventually wondered toward the cabin to tend to you.

"How's long til she's better" pintel asked, "I don' know, mabey days, weeks, years".

"Years, yer tellin' me I ave' ta look after er' fer years" pintel complained.

You heard the two men argue as you sleep, two days had gone by and you were feeling rather better.

"Look she's awake" ragetti elbowed pintel.

Pintel growled "i knows that, I have eyes".

You got out of bed and thanked the two for their hospitality.

"Well it was his idea" ragetti pointed to pintel "me? Yous the one ta' look after her".

You laughed as the two squabbled, you tended to your duties as you explained your abscense to captain barbossa.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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Knock knock. Goldy you alive? I feel like my brain was pulled out, twisted and put in backwards. WTF happened today? I came to BTS because of Park Jimin, and by God I have never regretted it. I don’t even have words to describe how “ Set me Free” made me feel. I am completely overcome. This man… I freaking LOVE him💜💕

Look, I'm trying not to overreact cos then I don't know what I would do when the main Album drops.

But your man lost his mind God damn!

He went insane! Lost his damn mind!

He pops up rapping first of all

Then that little head shake he does right after talking about the endless cycle of what he does sent chills down my spine la ilaha ailallah

I'm like what happened to dainty old Jimin😲

Then he says raise the glass to the past me and I'm like WELP HELPPP I NEED HELP

Forking hell!

He gives us the most punked version of himself for a minute I thought he was possessed by Jungkook😂

This level of madness is what you'd expect from Jungkook bruh the piercing, the tats, it's giving pretty much Mad Max, it's giving the sea witch from Pirates of the Caribbean, shansa is it? It's giving lord of the dark arts, it's giving voldemort, it's giving optimus prime

WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH JIMIN

Also I love how they aren't confining him to Korea!!!!!!

YES JIMIN YES

He said he is in his Prime SIR YOUR PRIME HAS NOT EVEN YET BEGUN

JUNGKOOK IS IN HIS PRIME TAE IS IN HIS PRIME

YOU SIR HAVE A LOT OF ROOM TO PEAK WHEW

This is not your prime Jimin this is the period before your prime, the dawn of it. the eve of your rising star.

RISE MY KING

RISE AND SHINE IN ALL YOUR GLORY

YOU ARE FOREVER TIMELESS

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captainofthepearl · 10 months

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*hands you a grimace shake* try it 😇

"What in tha blazin blue is this? Why is it purple?" He cringed at the bewildering drink. Twas it poison, a magical liquid, shansa's spell in the form of a drink.

He takes a quick sip, whilst not exactly swallowing the liquid. He could taste the Berry flavour on his tongue. Abliet, he debated, if it was worth the risk to swallow something sweet. He should've spat it out but instead risked swallowing it. He inhaled thinking he had made a very foolish mistake, but he wasn't dead.

He sipped some more thinking 'eh not bad'. Though it wasn't as spectacular as wine or the fine taste of tea. But twas a good drink nonetheless.

Perhaps it was for the best he had no clue where this magical purple shake came from. Jack, in the end, got an amusing sight at Hector's purple tongue.

#barbossa rp #hector barbossa #potc #potc rp #captainofthepearl #grimace shake?!?!?#pirates of the carribean rp

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ask-de-writer · 9 months

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WIND MEETS THE ROM : Part 8 of 27 :

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WIND MEETS THE ROM

Part 8 of 27

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

Cover art by @wind-the-mama-cat

54212 words

Writing begun 06/01/18

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Wind looked up from where she was sitting and replied, “Mama Dragon was out gathering some wild herbs. She heard me fall and found me. She took me back to her cottage and saw to my healing.

“There is a lot more, but you all have things to show or tell Shansa, too.”

Hanar nuzzled Wind again before saying, “I have been telling Mom all about you and how you came to us. I told her about our Pulls all the way up to Corbiestep fair and all the places in between, too. Now it is every other horse's turns.”

Old Marchhare stepped up to the edge of stones glittering in the sunlight and held out a small box of wood that was almost black. It was intricately carved and had a glossy finish. “I want to use your Blackwood in jewelry boxes and cases. For the last three years I have been trying to equal your finish. What am I doing wrong and what is right?”

He cocked his ears in what Wind had learned was a totally attentive way. Suddenly he pursed his lips in surprise. “That simple? Thank you, I am going to try it right away!”

He gave way to Tia who held out some strings in her magic. The conversation was inaudible but the strings, held in Tia's magic, unwound, stretched snug and plucked. They then flexed oddly and rolled up.

Tia's face was thoughtful as she examined the strings again, nodding in comprehension.

Midnight was brief and to the point. “I have a new recipe. Share it with you at the feast!”

Many of the others were simply respectful greetings. Some, like Marchhare or Tia took a while to clear up some thing or other.

Shansa, it appeared, was not a one trick horse.

It was not long before it was time for the feast. This time there were trestle tables and a serving line. Without hesitation, Wind took her place, serving up pie slices and helpings of several sorts of scrambles. And cautioning, “Not those pasties, they have my meats in them!”

Soon everyhorse was seated at the trestle tables and partaking of the plenteous feast that they had prepared. Hanar was sitting next to a plate at an empty place. Every sort of good thing that they had fixed piled it high. Shansa's place.

The guard Greenforest could not contain his contempt for the Rom and stomped straight into the camp! Midnight and Tia noticed. Signaling with their horns to Hanar, they quietly kept on eating. Greenforest barged right up and started to muscle his way into Shansa's place.

“Lots of good stuff here! I will just - “ was as far as he got. Hanar's magic, as softly yellow gold as her lovely eyes, had him wing bound, hoof bound and muzzled. In the irresistible grip of her magic, he was lifted and placed beside the Wayside trash bin, over twenty meters away.

Guard Major Hawkwing approached and requested, “Permission to enter the camp?”

Marchhare gestured magnanimously, “Feel free, Major Hawkwing! What can we do for you?”

“I would like to ask young Hanar a few questions. I want her to know that she has done no wrong in this.”

Hanar did look up, giving the Major her full attention. “What do you want to know, Major Hawkwing?”

“Um, first, why did you not put Greenforest in the trash bin?”

She grinned, “Because he is not trash. I did not want to give him such an insult. He is rude but that is likely temporary. Stupid ponies rarely get as far up as the Royal Guard. This is his first time serving when the Princesses are Rom, isn't it?”

“It is. Should he be removed from the Guard? I saw the Princesses put the case in your hooves.”

She chuckled, “No. I remember a younger Sargent Hawkwing's first experience with us. I was really little then, but I do remember you, Sir. You turned out great. Give Sargent Greenforest the same chance.”

She cocked an ear toward the empty place beside her and got up. She came back with a pie slice and offered it to Guard Major Hawkwing. “Mom says that is the last slice of Black Lotus's peach pie. You better have it so none of us fight over it!”

“Since you see and hear her, please thank Shansa Na Kili for me.”

“She heard you, Sir. Enjoy your pie. I gotta get back to mine.”

Wind was watching the entire event with delight. She was thinking, these are my kind of folks!

Stories of Shansa's life, escapades, and accomplishments were flying thick and fast about the feasting table. Wind was listening carefully and trying to commit them to memory. She determined to ask some of the horses telling them for better details. To her, this was the most amazing thing that she had found in any adventure.

She observed that the Guard had sent two of their number to intercept Sargent Greenforest. He was taken, protesting all the way, back to join the Guard formation.

The Rom were done with eating and the trestle tables put away. The dishes were washed. The serving line, with its many left over goodies was left for now.

The Rom started in with music, song and dancing. Wind was dragged into the dancing by Hanar's magic! By listening carefully to the unique nature of the Rom music, and following Hanar's patient lead with magic that did not rule, but rather showed and helped, at first, Wind was soon fitting into the dances. It was far more fun than she expected!

The Sky Dancers were experts on the ground, too. Besides hooves, legs, and bodies, they used their wings to great effect. Both Tia and Midnight were in the midst of the happily dancing Rom.

Wind noticed a small altercation developing among the Guard. She quietly left the dance to go and speak to them.

Greenforest saw her coming and snapped, “Whatever you are, Camp Privacy! Stay out!”

Guard Major Hawkwing overrode his rude guard Sargent, “Be welcome. How can we help you?”

Wind sat and pointed to Sargent Greenforest. “I came about him, actually.” She tapped her ear. “It happens that I have excellent hearing.

“I know that he is upset that Hanar put him down over by the trash bin.”

He interrupted, “She had no right! I am a noble, a baron! I got a right to what I wants from commoners!”

Wind cocked her head and grinned a sideways grin. “Even those commoners serving another noble? Say one who outranks you - - a LOT?”

“Who owns those dratted Rom that I should bend the knee to THEM?”

Wind shrugged, “As I understand it, could be wrong, I am new here, all the Rom EVERYWHERE, are subjects of the Princesses and MARCHHARE and HOOF DANCER, ROYAL DUKE AND DUCHESS of ROM.” She pointed over to where Marchhare was presently engaged in a couples dance with Midnight.

“ROYALTY. And you tried to barge into rites relating to the Rom beliefs in the afterlife and worse, take the place reserved to Shansa Na Kili, deceased as you understand it. They do not see life and death the same way that you do. You showed no trace of respect for the Rom beliefs. Beliefs that are so strong that the PRINCESSES made you a MANUAL relating to them.

“You saw what happened to Wiltin but you don't seem to realize just how close you came to joining him.”

Guard Major Hawkwing interposed, “She is right, Greenforest. The Princesses put your case into the hooves of Hanar Na Kili, the daughter of the horse that they came here to honor.”

He paused to let that sink in. “The same filly who did not even need to look up to put you beside a trash bin twenty meters away, had the final judgment of your case.

“She could have had you removed from the Guard. Was asked specifically about that.”

“WHAT! That filly? Who gave her the right!?”

Hawkwing replied with some relish, “BOTH Princess Celestia and Princess Luna did. Shansa Na Kili was, and according to Rom beliefs still is, her mother.

“Her judgment was that you were rude, but that was likely temporary and that you should be given another chance.”

Sargent Greenforest sat hard. In a plaintive voice he whined, “Don't she realize that I worked my tail off for five years to get this post?”

Wind nodded. “Yes, she does. That is why you got a second chance. I just wanted to make sure that you are properly grateful for it. One word from her and you would have lost this post.”

Wind paused, thinking something over before asking, “I have no experience with the unicorns of this world except for the Rom. I do know of one other Equestria, but it is largely corrupted. Those unicorns, at least most of them, could not support your weight at twenty meters. Is Hanar exceptionally strong?”

Major Hawkwing immediately answered, “All of you, listen up! What has just been breached is Official State Secret. Greenforest, and the rest of you too, what Hanar did, lifting the Sargent in his armor that twenty meters DID NOT HAPPEN, got that?

“The sheer power of Rom unicorns is, and has been in the past, a hole card that has helped to keep this realm safe. If enemies learn of it, we could be in over our withers before we know it.

“They use their power like it is nothing special and for that reason, nobody thinks twice about it. Actually questioning it opens up a whole different kettle of rotten fish.”

The Guards all turned their heads over to look at the happily dancing and singing Rom. One quietly pointed out, “That was a filly did that. Wonder what one of the grown ups could do, right?”

A quiet voice said with absolute authority, “Best not to think of that, Sargent. I have come to collect our wayward friend. We are teaching her to sing our songs and she won't learn them here, with you.”

Celestia smiled down and suggested, “Come, Wind. The singing will help your pronunciation, grammar and vocabulary, besides just being plain old fun. I still remember what it was like for Midnight and I to learn Gyptian.

“Besides, seeing how you dance will inspire us to make new dances and steps. For us, dance is a thing that never stops growing and changing.”

Wind chuckled as she was being led away. In Gyptian she said, “They do not seem to understand anything. They have wealth that all comes from the labor of commoners, yet they seem to have no respect for those commoners that make them wealthy.”

Celestia nodded. “A fair point, Wind. It slightly misses the mark, though. When the whole system is working properly, the nobles are the brains that direct the labor and not only for themselves. The commoners are the hands, muscle and bone, it is true, but without a proper brain, the other parts do not work well.

“They will plant and harvest. They will build homes. They will bicker and withhold work on a dam and waterworks that would benefit all, in the hope that they can benefit from the labor of the others, for example.

“That castle that the noble's grandsire raised by the directed labor of commoners? If there is trouble in the land, that castle and its stores are the refuge for the commoners. It may seem unfairly divided at times but it is a two way street.

Wind said thoughtfully, “Let me guess. The prosperity of this land comes about because you and your sister actually keep a pretty close eye on those nobles?”

Eyes twinkling, Celestia agreed, “We do. We watch the commoners too. And yes, accepting that no system is perfect, we do try to make it as good as we can for all levels of society.”

It was a thoughtful Wind who returned to the songs and dancing of the Rom.

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lighthouseborn · 4 months

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does he have or wear a necklace like that in his fantasy verse? or any of his other verses too?

Hi hello yes very good question!! Thank you for asking it! & I hope you wanted an essay because I have an essay for you. And it starts with me backtracking! If you only wanted a literal answer to this, skip down a few paragraphs to the part where I repeat the question.

So, [the necklace] is obviously very important to Henry, but it's also (to me, anyway) very important as an indication of Henry. I've always maintained that he is lucky. You could absolutely argue this as a narrative necessity or narrative symbol, and I think those are also true, but I also think he is, diegetically, within the realm of his story, a lucky person.

This is actually vindicated in Jeff N.athanson's draft of the script, where a proto-Henry (then a navy sailor called Henry Maddox) directly claims that he is lucky several times.

As well, the proto-Salazar (then Captain Brand) and Captain Barbossa both refer to this Henry as "lucky" in the context of being chosen not to die at the ghosts' hands and surviving the wreck of the Monarch.

And while that's all the literal uses of the word, there are several instances where the unlikely takes place and Henry just waltzes right though the whole thing. Not completely unscathed, mind you, just with an uncanny ability to get himself out of things. So we can assume the script really really wants you know that this kid is, for some reason, genuinely the luckiest guy in the Caribbean. He even survives the final fight by pure chance and good timing, despite being stabbed by a witch. (It's. Layered, how we got to 'Henry got stabbed by a witch'. In this version the Shansa character (then called Melia) gets more to do and Scarfield is the one possessed by Brand-flavored Salazar, also Carina is twenty-nine, and at one point several sailors gets eaten by large carnivorous plants. It's all very involved. Don't worry about it.)

Now: obviously this is not H.enry Tur.ner. But also, in a very real way, he very much is, in the sense that Hen.ry Turn.er as we got him was more or less directly transposed on top of this character, down to meeting a Barbossa in the infirmary on Saint Martin. Nathanson's first(?) draft of this script very much gives the early layout and elements of the movie we actually see - more or less the only carryover from the R.ossio "Dea.d Men Tell No T.ales" script is the name and the mention of Poseidon's Trident. And, I guess, a witch. So what is my point? Aha! My point is: while canon!Henry as we get him never directly claims to be, or is directly described as, lucky, the fact remains that a majority of his character is founded in a character-concept that was very deliberately & intentionally created to be lucky. And so while no one ever points directly at it, we still get things like:

he is the only survivor of the Monarch

he survives paddling "all the way to Saint Martin against the tide on a piece of drift wood" (insane)

he stumbles on Jack, the very man he is looking for, entirely by chance - further, after being pointed to Saint Martin by a captured pirate who just happens to know this

he ambushes the hanging square entirely unarmed*, and walks away without a scratch** despite most of his opponents being trained soldiers/naval officers

just in general escapes harm time and time again with a little bit of stalling and a lot of spectacular timing.

*There is a goof in various shots where he does, actually, have a sword in his belt, however he never draws it and in a majority of the shots, it isn't there. As well, both the novelization of the film and the companion novel which explores more of Carina's story (which are presumably based on the final script, though I have no concrete copy of the final script to confirm this) specifically note that he is unarmed.

from the novelization by Elizabeth Rudnick

from The Brightest Star in the North by Meredith Rusu (this one is the better book of the two, btw)

**A couple of punches from some navy men, and Carina more or less knees him in the chest when he catches her, but neither of these things are brought up again. Personally I think he probably cracked a rib or something, but that's a different conversation about the (lack of) realism and consequences when brawling in action-adventure movies. ((Stop smashing people over the head with things for a 'mild' take down. That kills and severely injures people for life.))

Ok so he's lucky- what does that have to do with the necklace? Aha!! So the entire thing with [the necklace] is that it is composed of good luck charms; objects literally, figuratively, and in general have the shape of good will and hope that good things find him, right? Right, but also wrong. Because the entire thing with the necklace is actually the symbolism.

For his young developmental years, Henry had (we infer just... by the general shape and implied access to learning materials (he can read, write, has many stories and facts about pirate captains memorized)) a stable and reliable home. He also had, implied by the final (it's mid or post credits, I believe?) scene of At Worl.d's End, meeting his father to look forward to, in some capacity. Whether he knew all his life or was told shortly before is entirely up in the air, but what we do know is Elizabeth and then-unamed Henry go to the shore to meet Will there. DMTNT tells us that within a couple of years* of this meeting, Henry was frustrated and dissatisfied enough with their situation after this meeting that it has driven him to research and obsession. Obsession, because it has consumed him to the point of him beliving tying a net of rocks to his ankle in order to sink himself onto the Flying Dutchm.an is a perfectly reasonable course of action.

*The age Henry is when he pulls his net-full-of-rocks trick varies(?) by source. In the novelization, he is labeled as twelve years old, and the main story takes place seven years later, making him nineteen. In the movie, the setting notation reads "nine years later" as we transition to the main story, and -presuming Henry is still nineteen- this means he was ten (and that the opening scene may be another facet of DMTNT being a soft reboot, thereby replacing the post-credit scene of the third movie.) Or, that he was twelve at the time, and twenty-one in the main body of the story. It's all very potayto-potahto. Either way he's still a kid so sure of his beliefs and of his faith in his family he staked his literal life on it. Absolutely out of his mind in the best possible way.

After this, Henry has a new goal, a new core drive, and, while maybe not literally speaking, in a certain way he has a new identity. He sinks himself onto his father's ship and gets nothing but a "leave me" and a necklace for his efforts. He then, no matter how you approach this story, spends a majority of his formative preteen and teen years obsessed with the concept of freeing his father, specifically via the trident of Poseidon. This is all he has been doing. Whatever life he has been living, everything in terms of his future ambitions, everything he has been striving toward is wrapped up in this effort. The original necklace -if it ever was just a necklace to Will, we really don't know what it meant to him- ceases to be a necklace and becomes Henry's ambition, and, in a very real way, Henry's identity. (The same way the journal(/ruby) is Carina's.)

So for the next years, Henry is this one necklace, figuratively speaking. It's what's been pushing him to do a vast majority of what he does. So then, at the end of the story, when he hands this necklace back to his father.... what does that leave him? He has handed himself over to this quest in so many ways, and hands the symbol of what it has made of him away in his final scene. Obviously this is a good thing. It also begs the question: without this identity driving him, who is Henry? (Who is Carina?)

So. Enter the new necklace. [The necklace] in question is a gift. It is, as mentioned, made of luck charms and gifts of memory and kindness and good will and affection. It is an anchor, a line thrown to him after he finds himself suddenly unbound, suddenly adrift. And it is, again, Henry himself. Henry is the lucky thing, the myth-touched, the love, the loved. Which, finally, yes, brings me to the actual question:

Does he have the necklace in every verse? And I do realize it was probably being asked in a strictly practical and physical way. I know that very simply "does he always rattle like a weird wind chime?" is what was being asked of me and I could have answered it that way, but that leaves out the context in so many ways that I wanted to talk about it before I talked about it. Because the necklace is more than a necklace. Now that I have made that abundantly clear we can talk about:

In a literal sense, no. He does not always have that specific necklace. He does, very often, have luck charms and/or guiding symbols.

Its one of his little quirks of character that carries around with him verse to verse, he's interested in folk legend and symbols and charms. He collects them. This is often multi-fold; in his blog-canon verses, he just collects objects said to be attached to or bound with magic and curses in general, not just lucky items. In his modern verse(s), he is or was studying folklore as part of his university major, and so things like that tend to collect when you're essaying and thesis-ing on highly specific subjects. (I'm not legitimately essaying on folklore I'm just writing about someone who is and I have bought no less than four but really kind of a bigger number I don't want to say different folklore books in the last couple years. The nerd urge to collect is real. (And despite what various fandom takes and the tvtropes page would have you believe, Henry is very much not a simple idiot, and very clearly a research fiend. Just. A research fiend who can also send navy officers down like they're made of paper.))

You singled out his fantasy verse- I would say this is the one most likely for him to have something very nearly if not exactly the same, yes! The exact charms might be a little different, especially considering the fantasy verse is sort of a jumping-off point for several more specific concepts of him, depending on the world I want the fantasy verse to match, but he probably has a necklace-o-junk in most versions of that verse.

Modern, I don't think he has one necklace, but I'm sure he has a few charms and baubles on necklaces, yeah. He has less need of a physical token in that verse in general, though. Well... actually maybe not less need of it, but the tokenization aspect of it is not the same, because his relationship with his father is very different in that verse. I don't know that he ever was given an object to latch onto in the same fashion, so the symbol language around the whole thing changes. This is also a verse where the things Henry does to get his father back take a very real toll from his actual physical body. He doesn't just hand a necklace back and lose his purpose by winning, he is badly injured and scarred and changed; very literally gives himself over to this goal. His future is also much more uncertain in that verse, right now. He's in a wandering stage, he's lacking a little bit of direction. Still very him, but... hasn't quite found a thing to aim at. The writing thing works for him, for now.

Descendants verse... I go back and forth. I've shuffled a lot of things around in that verse since I started it. And some of it stays really close to canon, while a whole bunch of it is also very very different, and it just. I'm never sure. I'm never sure about a lot of things, in this verse, to be honest. Part of that also comes with I've lost a few of the writers I had plotted things with and now I waffle on whether to keep all of them or sort some of them back out for the sake of more firmly defining the events of this verse. I can tell you it's entirely possible he has an identical version of the necklace, here. All the elements it would take for it are technically present. However, he also has different dynamics, and additional dynamics that don't exist in his home verses. I think... he's got something, here. And it might be more like modern, where he's got a few things and not just one necklace he wears all the time, or it might be something more singular I haven't identified yet. But I think he's got a little more need to have that... multi-direction anchor. A piece of here, a piece of there, this and that he would want to carry and keep close.

In his D:BH verse, the most analogous thing to the necklace is actually a tattoo. This verse technically riffs off of the modern verse, and so the literal physical tolls apply here, but what also happened was, when getting him into this world, I needed a thing to point him at. And what happened to point him that way wound up taking a shape that sort of mirrors his general arc but with specific fandom elements and so he's... really Henry if he lost his way and purpose twice. And so he's actually really very...aimless in this verse, in a different way than just not knowing where he's going next. He's tied himself to this one place, instead, so there's not literal going, but he has no clue where he's going with himself, here. He's got some things he needs to unpack but I'm not sure I even know what those things are or how to unpack them. There's a very real grief attached to him in the D:BH verse and the tattoo, the necklace of this verse, is driving him. And also possibly dragging him down, actually. I'm not sure.... the tattoo is a good thing for him to be aiming at. It does good - he does good, there. But I don't know if it's a good thing for him. Maybe he needs to get fired, hmm.

In the sense that he is the necklace because the necklace is him, is who he is? Well. He's very lucky to have who he has, is what I will say.

#long post //#some of you are newer here and if u didn't know this was the house of essays i apologize #it's been awhile since I've done this but I do in fact. do this.#there's a light that never goes out ( hc. )

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maybe this is just Copium but i’ve seen people complain that the lore behind Jack’s compass was changed and point out that he gave it away before with no problems.

But I think it’s important to note exactly what Shansa says about it. If you BETRAY the compass, it unleashes your greatest fear. Jack always ended up taking it back somehow. He never gave it up for real, because he never gave up on the spirit of adventure and hunting for the next big treasure or WHATEVER he wanted. And while yes, I agree that the story of how he first acquired it should not have been changed, the retcon drives home that point. It was entrusted to him because his captain knew he would use it well and knew he had that spirit in him. (and if i’m not mistaken isn’t the original story based on a deleted scene and a spinoff novel anyway? it’s not technically canon in the main universe even if we want it to be, so it can’t be considered a true retcon if it never actually happened)

Up until the point that he gives it up for a drink, he had never betrayed it. He’d never given up on adventure.

That’s why it’s different this time and why it released the Silent Mary.

#potc #potc 5 #Also I like to think that the Devil's Triangle is specifically linked to the compass somehow #like no matter who holds it their greatest fear will be held there until they either die or betray it #but also I don't think that Captain Salazar and the rest of the crew of the Silent Mary are SPECIFICALLY what Jack is afraid of either #because it seems like he barely remembers them aside from a name #and it's not like he stuck around to watch them get fucked up by the rocks #I think it's more what they symbolized as a deadly and ruthless force against piracy that was totally unbeatable even by the best of them #And that's what he's more afraid of as referenced by several other moments in the series where he laments the shrinking of the world

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DMTNT VERSE ALTERATIONS.

CONTINUITY WITH OST AND THE TRILOGY Jack and Henry KNOW each other. Jack was a sporadic presence in the young boy’s early life and became a surrogate father to him in Will’s absence ( but never did he seek to replace Will. Jack was always the one telling Henry stories about his father ). Therefore, when Henry receives the message from Salazar to find Jack, and he encounters Jack in that jail cell, the two of them already have a strong relationship and rapport. This also means that Jack is in favour of using the trident not only to defeat Salazar, but to free Will from the Dutchman’s curse.

POST-AWE: Jack briefly meets Margaret Smyth during this post-AWE period, because Carina is the same age as Henry in the novelisation ( they’re both nineteen ). this is also around about the time that she’s conceived and later left in an orphanage by Hector. this is also why I lean towards the headcanon that Jack and Barbossa spent more time together leading this joint crew than is implied right at the end of AWE, and therefore Jack does not immediately lose the Pearl following the third movie.

PRE-OST: during the time between AWE and OST, Jack would have been pirating, regularly ( ish ) visiting Elizabeth and Henry on Shipwreck Cove but, most importantly, looking for the Fountain of Youth. he does eventually find it – or at least locates the caves past Whitecap Bay, hence why he is in a position to lead an expedition there during the fourth movie – but he does not know of the ritual at this point, nor does he actually see the fountain himself.

The events of OST take place SEVEN years after AWE.

The events of DMTNT take place TWELVE years after OST, meaning that is the length of time in which the Black Pearl has been locked away in bottle-form.

To explain away Jack being in his late fifties at this point yet looking and acting like a man no older than his late forties, even though he doesn’t drink from the Fountain himself in OST, some of the youthful properties of the water rub off on him and slow his ageing process after this point. Jack wonders at whether he has somehow unlocked the secret of effective immortality.

CHARACTERISATION:

FIRST THINGS FIRST, JACK IS NOT THE USELESS DRUNK JESTER THAT HE IS FOR THE VAST MAJORITY OF THIS MOVIE. HE DOES NOT MAKE LEWD COMMENTS ABOUT ELIZABETH OR ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THE TURNERS, NOR DOES HE LACK THE INTELLIGENCE AND WIT HE POSSESSES IN THE OTHER FOUR MOVIES.

He is depressed at the very beginning of the film, which results from a curse placed on him by Shansa at Barbossa's request to 'curse his enemies.' This curse is placed on him around a year or two before the events of DMTNT, and immediately hampers his cultivated legend by causing repeated bad luck and disaster at every turn.

Every attempt he makes at getting the Black Pearl out of the bottle or tracking Barbossa down with the intention of using his sword to do so ( in the twelve years since OST I refuse to believe that thought does not cross Jack's mind ) ends in failure. He attempts to barter and scheme for another ship and instead ends up with the Dying Gull, which is so unseaworthy that it strands Jack and his crew on the island of Saint Martin.

Jack has spent roughly six months on Saint Martin prior to the events of DMTNT, and his grand plan to secure passage off of it is to steal from the bank ( with the aid of the mayor's wife, Francis, with whom he is having an affair and intends to accompany him ) and use the funds to refit the Dying Gull and make her seaworthy again.

I am also stating right here that Jack does not demand tribute of his crew following this failed bank robbery and, when it comes to his execution scene, Gibbs does not have to be paid to come and rescue him. That's nonsense I want nothing to do with, thank you.

When that ends in failure, Jack, in a moment of desperation and amplified by the effects of Shansa's curse, gives away his compass for another drink. For a fleeting moment, he gives it away with no intention of getting it back, and that is all the compass needs to lash out and free Salazar.

The compass' reaction is the first moment of realisation for Jack of how far he has sunk in the last couple of years. When Henry reaches him with Salazar's warning, he actually sits up and takes notice and, for the rest of the film, is the same Jack we know and love and actually cares about seeing Henry reunited with his father.

With the trident of Poseidon destroyed, Shansa's curse is lifted and Jack is once again free to do as he pleases.

Jack goes with Henry and Carina on land where they are united with Will at the end of the movie.

THE COMPASS

To explain away that Jack has given away his compass MULTIPLE times throughout the trilogy without any serious repercussions such as... whatever the Devil's Triangle is, I'll firstly note that each time he has bartered it away to somebody, the intention on his part has never been permanent. He has always intended to get it back somehow or use the bartering away to further his own ends, and through whatever laws of magic or physics has always obtained it again.

The difference in DMTNT is that Jack gives it away with no such intention, and that is what constitutes as betraying it. Jack and the compass are inextricably linked and have been ever since he was given it by Tia Dalma as a child: the compass is a powerful enough magical artefact in my opinion to have a consciousness or soul of some kind, in the same way that the Black Pearl is implied to have. In betraying it, the compass is spurred to react.

I don't like the idea that the compass directly caused Salazar to be trapped inside of the Devil's Triangle ( since Salazar and his crew went down as they entered -- that had nothing to do with the compass ), but instead I interpret that freeing Salazar is the compass' reaction to being betrayed. It lashes out and causes the earthquake in order to punish Jack and, on some level, spur him on to restore his reputation and break his own curse that's plaguing him.

FLASHBACK

The ship Jack is on is NOT the Wicked Wench. Nor is he made captain of it through his actions against Captain Salazar. Instead, he is a sometimes crewman on an unspecified ship sailing from Shipwreck Cove and comes up against the Silent Mary in battle. Jack's actions and quick thinking save the lives of those on his ship and others trying to escape the carnage.

Jack does not gain his 'sparrow' moniker from Captain Salazar. Firstly, there is no plausible way for Jack to overhear or know that Salazar refers to him as a sparrow given that they do not say a single word to each other ( other than Jack shouting in the crow's nest ) and Salazar spends the next several decades trapped inside of the Devil's Triangle, and secondly my own interpretation is that Jack obtains his last name from his mother.

Jack did not receive his compass from the captain of the ship he's on in the flashback, but from Tia Dalma as per trilogy canon. He also does not receive pieces of his costume from the crew as tribute.

Jack did not realise that Salazar would end up trapped inside the Triangle. He saw the ship get destroyed by the rocks and go down once it entered the cavern and so Jack assumed, for the next forty years, that he’d killed both Salazar and the rest of his crew.

Over the next forty years, the Devil’s Triangle became a place of legend ( enough for Henry to be able to recognise it ). It was rumoured that any ship who strayed too close would disappear without trace ( much like the Bermuda Triangle myth ). Jack eventually hears about the rumours but thinks nothing of them, and certainly doesn’t put two and two together that his compass could potentially lead to their escape.

#*verses #&. verse. bad luck dogs you day and night ( dmtnt. )

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Mafiya yawan matasa suna yin asarar ladan azuminsu ta hanyoyi da dama. Misali kamar: QARYA: ANNABI (S.A.W) yace: "DUK WANDA BAI BAR QARYA DA QAULUZ ZUR DA KUMA AIKI DA ITA BA, TO BABU RUWAN ALLAH DASHI DON YA BAR ABINCINSA DA ABIN SHANSA". Amma zaka ga Matasa da dama sun zauna a Majalisai da wuraren zamansu, amma basu da wani aiki sai Gulma, Qarya, zancen Mutane, da kuma yada Jita-jita. Duk mai yin haka idan bai dena ba, aranar Alkiyamah ba zai samu ladan azumi acikin Mizaninsa ba. Wannan sakon Yana zuwa muku ne daga taskar Umar Chobbe✍️ Allah shi kiyayemu, Allah shi karbi dukkan Aiyukanmu, kuma ya gafarta mana dukkan Zunubanmu Gaba Daya Albarkan ANNABI S.A.W https://www.instagram.com/p/CqTXuA2IkWr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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captainsigge · 3 years

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🔥 The Magician 🔥

#pirates of the caribbean #potc #potc 5 #shansa #pirates #pirate #tarot deck #tarot #witchblr #witchcraft #witchcore #witch aesthetic #witch #the magician #Tortuga #deck of Tortuga

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5. Favourite muse outfit?

Ahoy, so firstly I would like to categorise the outfits as:

The og, original outfit was 10/10, it was his iconic look that made us fall in love with the character throughout the 4¾ of the films (including the last scene from the fountain of youth when he isn't a privateer). No comment other than, he was in his prime then (sad to see him lose the iconic look in the last film).

The privateer outfit is 7/10, call me weird but I didn't mind him in the wig. Of course, it isn't his true buccaneer look but it was something that he had to wear for the king and the navy. Although knowing jack would've bursted out laughing. It's not as good as the original but still quite cool.

(Who can agree the wig made him look scarier)

His last outfit, I like to think it's his retirement outfit 8/10. I like it, it's not bad but again we all love his original outfit. I think it's a fitting conclusion to his arc overall. His fashion has gotten flashier and bolder since the last films. Here you can see he's rather older and he wears more colourful stuff. I like to think at this point he will never retire from piracy (even when he was given it by shansa in the countryside). He belongs out at sea with the pearl. He still looked hella fabulous till the very end.

So if I had to choose, of course, I think all the outfits are brilliant however of course it can't beat the original as that was his iconic look. I was so sad when he lost his original hat in the last film but I guess he wanted to be more fashionable. He is the definition of a retirement fashion statement in the last one.

- Barbossas secretary.

#Barbossa's secretary #pirates of the caribbean #potc #barbossa #hector barbossa #Barbossa rp #barbossa outfits #i agree it's the original that owns it

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WIND MEETS THE ROM : Part 7 of 27 :

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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Both Tia and Midnight froze when they saw the simple pebble. Midnight called out in an astonishingly loud voice, “Guards! Assemble before your Princesses! Witness the trial under the Royal Wing of Guard Sargent Hemlock!”

Wind recognized the guard as he was getting to his feet. He was one of the two that their leader had stopped from entering the camp earlier.

Tia ordered, “Remove all weapons from Hemlock, no longer a Royal Guard. Strap his wings.”

Two of the Guard stepped forward, secured his wings and removed all weapons from him, even searching his pouches and saddlebags.

He unwisely snapped, “You can't do this! I was minding my own business, just starting a little sling practice and you nab me for trying to improve my preparedness!”

In an utterly calm voice, that betrayed a volcano about to erupt, Midnight called, “Guard Major Hawkwing, do you know Hemlock's testing scores from the Manual of Rom Custom and Belief?”

The leader of the guards rummaged in a saddlebag and produced a ledger. Examining it, he replied, “Hawthorn scored 98 percent on the Rom testing. I assume that this relates to Rom beliefs in an afterlife and burial customs?”

Voice tightly controlled, Midnight stated, “It does.”

“According to the ledger, he missed none of those questions.”

“This question is for the whole formation. Were you briefed on why we came to this particular Wayside?”

In a ragged chorus, the Guards replied, “You are returning to the Lake of Shansa Na Kili, a long time friend, to Lay the Stones for her.”

Tia could see that Midnight was holding back with great difficulty and interposed for her, “What is the penalty for the desecration of any Wayside burial?”

“Twenty years at hard labor on the Royal Roads of Equestria or other labor as assigned by Your Highnesses.”

Hemlock could see where this was going. He demanded, “All this for ONE lousy pebble? I can just go over to the road there and get you another rock! What is so important about this one?”

Holding her composure by less than a hair, ears laid back and lips snarling back from fangs, Midnight, Princess Luna, growled, “When we closed Shansa's Gateway to the Lake of Paradise, I LAID THAT PARTICULAR STONE MYSELF! Your lack of respect for any custom but your own, we accept. Your VANDALISM and DESECRATION of graves whose custom you know, whether you share the belief or not, we will not tolerate!

“Hemlock is VACANT! The Barony shall be filled according to the Law of Succession. The goods, accounts and all other personal things belonging to Wiltin, late Baron of Hemlock, shall be distributed to his heirs according to the Law of Equestia.

“Guard Major Hawkwing, detail two of the Guard to escort the prisoner in chains to the Royal Road Police station at Haymarket Road Section gate to begin serving his twenty years of hard labor.”

As Wiltin was led away to the jingle of chains, Midnight turned to Wind and asked plaintively, “I am so sorry that you had to see that, Wind. What must you think of us?”

Wind did not even pause, but answered back in Gyptian, “I see that you love Shansa very much. I also saw that, what was his name? Wiltin, knew that he was breaking long standing laws when he did that. He was counting on that bit about it being one lousy pebble to make it a minor infraction. I suspect that it would not have mattered which stone he took. I don't blame you. You simply defended a friend who could not defend herself.”

Midnight gathered her into a hug with her magic and wrapped a big dark blue wing around her as well. Wind felt amazingly safe and comfortable in that hug. Slowly, she became aware of the nature of the wing holding her, lifted free of those Rom sashes and harness.

Looking in wonder at Midnight, Wind stammered, “You, you are an alicorn! From what I have heard, that makes you a Princess on this world.”

Midnight chuckled. “Here we were throwing our weight around as Princesses when Wiltin messed up but it took my wing to tip you off that I can be royalty?”

Wind pursed her lips and carefully pulled the large wing close before replying, “Actually, I had already put it together that you are royalty but my startlement had a different cause. I had a dream last night about the house that I was born in and the graves of my parents. The color of your wing tied into the dream. It was part of my very first adventure. And a very good memory.”

Midnight smiled gently. “I am gladdened that you have such a good memory of your first adventure and that it is somehow connected to me.”

Tia put in, “We have heard that you are learning to bake after our fashion. Would you be so good as to roll out the dough so that we can fill the shells?”

For an answer, Wind simply picked up a roller and started rolling out, dusting with flour, folding and rolling again and again the pastry shells to make many fine layers that would rise up and make a puffy pastry around the fillings.

As fast as a shell was ready, it got filled and put to bake by Hanar who was happily chattering away about all the things that the band had been doing for some time past. Wind listened carefully, though she understood that Hanar was not talking to her. She was pausing in her chatter to listen to answers or comments that no other horse or pony heard.

Wind took a moment to whisper to Midnight, who was closest, “Didn't you want to visit with Shansa too?”

Tia overheard and, while kneeding up some more Ka'chek dough, replied, “Hanar is her daughter. Our questions can wait.”

Wind's adventure trained hearing caught the Guard Major Hawkwing saying, “Halt! Sargent Greenforest, you must not enter the Rom camp without invitation.”

There followed something too quiet to make out, followed by, “You just saw what happened to Hemlock! He knew that he was violating the Manual of Rom Custom by that idiot stunt. Going to set them straight about dead is dead could land you in the same boat! What do you mean which boat? The one going over a waterfall with rocks at the bottom! At least as far as your career is concerned.”

There was a pause before he went on, “Let me tell you something, Greenforest. I have been on this duty for more than seven years. Everything will be normal, as much as anything is normal around the Rom. Then, you will see something utterly uncanny. If you are smart, you will figure out that the Rom are way more than Fair going attractions and wanderers.”

Wind quietly filed away the notion that the Rom customs regarding the dead were not universal here. Her revere was cut short by Midnight giving her a new lump of dough.

“Here, Wind, this dough is for your pasties. We added some blood and a shortening from meat to make it tastier for you.”

Wind set to rolling it out with a will! She was surprised when Hanar set about filling her pastries and putting them to bake without any trace of the squeamishness that most of the band exhibited around any sort of meat.

Hanar noticed Wind watching her. She smiled and offered, “See, Mother? Even our new member has noticed. I felt so helpless when you went to the Lake. Not even Marchhare, Hoof Dancer and Black Lotus could keep you here with us. They did try, though. Now I am studying with them to be a healer like they are. It won't stop me from weaving, any more than it stops Hoof Dancer from being the finest dancer among the Rom.”

Hanar continued her happy chatter while she was watching the baking pastries.

Wind, finished with the dough rolling, looked over the work to be done and began washing up. She was surprised to find both Midnight and Tia working along side her.

The quiet slopping of the soapy water and then the rinse made a soothing rhythm.

Midnight said softly, “I do hope that you will forgive my intrusion, but I have been using a Bridge of Dream on you. I wanted to see why your Mama Dragon had you staying here with us for a month, when your wounds will be healed in only another day.”

Not at all alarmed, Wind leaned over and nuzzled her dark blue fur before asking, “Did you find out what you needed?”

“I do believe so, Wind. I think that what you are to get from the Rom is the same precious thing that my Sister and I get. A stable and accepting family.”

Wind slowly nodded. Thinking over all that had happened since she arrived, she had to say, “I hope that you are right. I had not even realized it, but that is what I am feeling. Actually cared about by more than my Mama Dragon. Maybe that is why I dreamed of my kittenhood home.”

“That could be the reason, Wind. Now, these last few pots won't rinse themselves.” They got quietly busy. Soon the last one was set to dry.

Tia raised her voice in a happy trill! “The feast is ready! Let us Lay the Stones and show Shansa those new things and accomplishments that we have done since we last visited her Lake!”

All of the Rom came forward to surround a place just outside of the Wayside. They all waited for Hanar to step forward first. As she did, Wind felt the tug of her magic pulling her gently forward too.

Hanar knelt both of her forelegs and her magic placed a beautiful nearly clear agate with fine mosslike dendrites in it at the center of the grave or Lake, as the Rom called it.

Wind was shaken and shocked by emotions as she saw Shansa's Lake covered with many pretty stones of little value but shining in the sun.

Eyes blinking back tears, she whispered, “Shiva. Donovan. They remember you and care for you, too.” Swallowing hard, she laid her small reddish carnelian alongside Hanar's agate. Hanar's magic softly helped her to make way for old Marchhare.

Wind sat, shivering with tears as the others all Laid their Stones. Tia and Midnight waited to the last. Midnight Laid her Stone and said, “Flowers fade. These Stones will stay bright for so long as there are Rom to remember Shansa Na Kili.”

Wind looked up, eyes swollen by tears, and reached into her bag of holding. She laid out two large, iridescent feathers. One white, almost opaline in appearance, the other of the deepest blue, like a midnight sky.

She shook her head, trying to get her thoughts into order. “I found these in my kittenhood home.” She sniffled, “And somehorse has been Laying the Stones for my parents, Shiva and Donovan. They were killed protecting me. The beast that did it was slow to pursue me, giving me the start that I needed to get away. I fell off a cliff. That is what happened to my arm.”

The others nodded in quiet acceptance. The condemnation that Wind feared for interrupting the ceremony was not to be found in any eye.

Instead, she saw the deepest sympathy. “I hope that I did not spoil your Laying of the Stones,” she ventured.

Hanar nuzzled her and snorted, “A tale like that, backed up by real evidence? What Mom wants to know is how you survived the fall. You didn't finish the story.”

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If you could sum up your character with one sentence, what would it be?

Canon Questionnaire

Unpopular(?) opinion but I actually think this is an impossible task for any writer with any character — any character with even ankle deep depth, that isn't a function character, anyway.

Like you could describe function characters (the cabbage man from ATLA, Lt. Scarfield and the witch Shansa from DMTNT) with this method, because their identities are actually plot functions as far as the story being told is concerned. Sure they have names, sometimes, but even then they're likely to be there more to further something along than to have their inner worlds mapped out. (Pintel and Ragetti wobble on this line; they're almost one-sentence characters, but little bits poke through anyway). If a character is actually a part of things, has goals, gets to express nuance etc., I don't think it can be done. Or rather I think it can be done but it will always be an incomplete image. I know that's kind of the point, to cut to the 'most important' parts but I really think.. all the parts are important? Real people will have entire swathes of similarities and what makes them distinctly who they are is the little parts. I think people who lean on single-sentence type identifiers too hard end up losing sight of their characters anyway, in a different direction than what happens when they close their eyes to canon. Single sentencing too hard leads directly to flanderization. If they started flat to begin with, and don't need to be anything else, it's fine! If not, be careful.

With that in mind, I think the closest you can possibly get to a single-sentence for Henry is to simply take him at his own self evaluation (which the fact it was him who said it is in itself is an important part of things–), which is to say: “I'lll never stop, and if you throw me over, I'll come straight back.” This leaves a bunch of other things out but it does, also, cut to a really core drive of him, at any rate — a piece you couldn't remove without completely undoing the character. Arguably he doesn't have to be a storyteller, or even technically a pirate, but he does have to be confident, and persistent, and bold. And he has to be kind as well, and earnest; willing to listen, and to start causing problems if other people aren't listening, aren't paying attention. He has to be prepared to break things in order to fix them. (Running away to bring his family together; defying chain of command to (attempt to) prevent deaths.) He has to love so hard, all the way into it being a flaw. You take those and you've just... invented a different kid you're calling Henry. (Which, if you are just writing a different Henry, go ham! Do whatever! If you're calling him Henry though I feel like DMTNT should at least be on your radar a little bit though, and if you want to ignore it exists then maybe. Don't call him Henry. But that's a big fat fandom opinion on things that don't actually have any consequences or fallout s;dflkjg;wlrtkjg;sldkjfg) He cannot be resentful toward Will for his absence, I don't think. You'd have to be really really good at toeing a line for that one to work (and me personally I think that veers too far into just rehashing Will himself, which is boring. Parallels don't have to be carbon copies tyvm, let him love wildly and without anyone having had to 'earn' it.) And obviously I'm devolving into many many more than one sentence but I do think a lot of that that I just said can be, in some way, linked to his "I'll come straight back" which is why I think it's probably the closest a person can get to one-sentence'ing him. Or as close as I can get anyway, but I'm bad at it. (Kind of on purpose.)

For the ways I've written him I think the little epithets given at the top of the source material/divergences section of his bio page are also a good centering place? "Son of the Pirate King. Blood of a Turner, feathers of a Sparrow." It's more ... poetic? Ambiguous? Than a direct description, but nevertheless it tells you where I've focused him, what I'm pulling into it. Good short description only in that it evokes the entire complex history of three other characters that came before him in order to even get him on the page!

#son of the pirate king and all the duality that entails!#blood of a turner and every bit of legacy that carries!#feathers of a sparrow and the whole world waiting!#(And the part where it goes “The boy who keeps lemons in his pockets.” also lets you know that I like to have fun #and points out he's maybe. A little quirky sd;lkfjgsl;dkjf)#i would rather break the world than lose you ( character study. )

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