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ha1taniwh0re · 10 months

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Captain of Dutchman

I will remember that day forever, everyone fighting eachother, my dad was fighting with William Turner when Jack yelled to get my father's attention. He turned to face Jack and saw him with knife and his heart. Father's face was now showing scared face. He knew he will die so he put his sword into William Turner's heart. Bill Turner attacked my father, but while they were fighting each other dad haven't see Jack and Elizabeth making Will to stab my father's heart.

"FATHER THEY HAVE YOUR HEART!!" I yelled and started running towards my father.

Suddenly my father looked at me with tears in his eyes and I saw William who stabbed his heart and died.

"NOO!! FATHER!!!"

I ran to him but all I could hear before he fall from ship was him saying Calypso's name. I fell on my knees and saw Jack and Elizabeth who went back to there ship. Dutchman's crew started walking towards William.

"HE WON'T BE A CAPTAIN!! TAKE MY HEART!! DUTCHMAN MUST HAVE A CAPTAIN!!" I yelled.

Macus looked at me with sad face.

"You are 14 Koko, you can't be a captain" he said.

"I WON'T HAVE HIM AS CAPTAIN!!"

Macus looked towards William and I saw them putting his heart in chest.

"You betrayed my father...." I whispered to Macus with tears.

"The Dutchman must have a captain, Koko"

Ship started going up again and i just left the ship.

"William Turner you will be cursed for the rest of your life, I can promise you that".

"Captain Barbossa!!! I NEED TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!! IM CARINA'S FRIEND AND IT WOULD BE LOVELY IF YOU COULD TALK TO ME BECAUSE YOUR DAUGHTER WILL DO SOMETHING STUPID AND I NEED YOUR HELP!!" I yelled trying to find Captain.

"Let's talk than missy!! Tell me does Sparrow have to do something with this?" A voice came from helm.

I looked up and saw him standing there. I walked to him so we can speak without shouting.

"unfortunately my captain, Jack has something to do with Carina. Carina is on her adventure with William's and Elizabeth's son Henry and they are on there way to find Poseidon's trident. Spanish captain wants to kill Jack and Carina is near Jack which means death. Carina is on this adventure because she thinks her father left her a book to unravel the mystery of where she came from, and discover who she was truly meant to be. I know you think that it's better for her to doesn't know about you but this adventure will take her life if you don't help me captain".

"Salazar....." old captain said.

"Yeah well I need you to help me save your daughter because she will kill herself and she is my only family I have left!!"

"Do you know the name of Jack's ship? Where did you see Carina last??"

"I don't know Jack's ship but I know how to get us to him" I said and took Jack's compass from my coat.

"As for Carina is was chased by soldiers, she was called a witch"

I opened a compass so we can get direction. It gave east

"It looks like we have a direction captain"

Barbossa looked at compass and saw east.

"GET YOUR DIRTY ASSES TO WORK YOU STUPID SEA DOGS!! WE HAVE A DIRECTION GO EAST!!!" Barbossa yelled.

"What would be your name missy??"

"Koko, Koko Jones captain" I said.

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meldoesart16 · 8 months

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I just suddenly thought that it will be fun to draw them like... Romeo and Juliet style?

Y know...Jack meeting her secretly and uh idk begging her to come down-

#drawing #potc #pirates of the caribbean #potc fanart #jack sparrow #jack sparrow fanart #oc #potc fandom #potc oc #potc x oc #im sorry #lmao #it's fun though #Medeia Marygold

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justafairytailofinnocence · 9 months

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Hector Barbossa x Lora (oc)🧭🍏🌊

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Hector Barbossa x fem navigator reader

Synopsis: A simple dance that unites a navigator and captain.

Warnings: none

A/n: Hello, I've made a one-shot on behalf of a gift to a couple of artists I've commissioned. Hope you enjoy it, and please check out the respected artists for they are extremely talented.

A/n: Down below, I've attached an x-reader version if you're interested in that instead :).

Let me know if you would like a part 2 🙌

Enjoy💖

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Twas a silent night aboard the Black Pearl; the gentle current rocked the sailing galleon. A young woman stood on the open deck at the taffrail, staring at the heavens above her. Her blue eyes were captivated by the brightest star of the east ‘Sirius’. She couldn’t pinpoint why or how it fascinated her; she was undoubtedly no astronomer like Carina, but something about it pulled her in. The charts displayed the constellations, but observing them with the naked eye was undoubtedly more captivating. The woman stood motionless, her senses attuned to the wind’s gentle caress as it brushed against her bare shoulders, causing her golden locks to sway and dance in the breeze. In her grip, she clutched a piece of parched paper tightly, its surface etched with cryptic writings that detailed the exact coordinates leading to an uncharted island renowned for its fabled treasure trove, discovered by the notorious Anne Bonny. Despite the potential danger, she had spent countless hours gathering similar documents and ship logs from explorers, sailors, and even pirates, all in pursuit of something greater. Nothing could deter her from this quest, and she was willing to risk everything to uncover the secrets of the unknown. As she set sail, her thoughts consumed by the prospect of adventure, she carefully unfurled the yellow parchment, revealing a hand-drawn map with a bright star marking the location of her destination. The woman's grip on the parchment tightened as the wind picked up, threatening to snatch the delicate document from her hands. She remained steadfast and determined to hold the valuable prize despite the wind. Her eyes scanned the paper, memorizing the precise navigational longitude and latitude leading her to her destination. She clung to the parchment with unwavering focus, unwilling to let it slip away from her grasp.

Standing proudly at the ship’s helm was the captain, resplendent in his vibrant blue frock coat and black bicorne, adorned with intricate gold embellishments. Leaning his weight on a sturdy wooden crutch, he expertly wielded a silver-coated spyglass, his keen gaze fixed on the endless expanse of stars that gave him crucial guidance to his intended destination. Two other men, rugged and weathered, stood nearby, sporting rough coats and thick beards, their tricorne hats perched jauntily on their heads. “Orders, sir? we’ve got Jack tied to the mast.” With a respectful gesture, Murtogg raised his hand to his forehead in a salute and inquired politely, “May I ask a question captain, whadda we do with the other two” In a gesture of solidarity, Mullroy followed suit replicating the same action. Following a period of stargazing through his trusty telescope, the captain turned his gaze to the steadfast sentinels standing at his side. “Leave Jack an’ tha ot’er lad, Carina be tha one we need; she holds tha map ta tha trident”, he gave out his command. “As for the girl, sir? Shall we tie her along with Sparrow” Murtogg asked. The captain turned his head, looking perplexed at the young woman; he couldn't reasonably determine what had seized her interest. But as soon as he caught sight of the parchment in her hand, he understood, she was utilizing the constellations. The woman's fascination with the star Sirius was undeniable, but her callow experience in sailing was an obstacle. Despite her ardent love for the sea, she knew encountering a strict and uncompromising captain could result in severe punishment. The thought of being subjected to the brutal cat-o-nine tails or even keelhauling made her shudder. Nonetheless, her unwavering passion for the stars and the sea drove her forward, and she remained determined to pursue her dreams, no matter the challenges ahead.

“Sir?” Murtogg said once more.

“Nay, she ain’t o’ any use ta us fer now, we’ll maroon er’ once we obtain what we came ere’ fer”, The captain’s coarse voice confirmed.

“A-aye then, captain” After saluting, Murtogg and Mullroy proceeded to guard Jack and Henry. The captain firmly grasped the helm's handles; curiously, he glanced back at the young woman holding the parchment. Perhaps he should’ve tied her up with the others; allowing one leverage isn’t something he usually does. What is she doing? What was she thinking? What in the blazes is she wanting?

His eyes fixated on the girl. Treasure? The sea? Freedom? Going on account?

What does she want? He was deep in thought. Further and further, his mind strayed from his position. Her inquisitive mind is—"Oh belay this, tis be addle, why on ear’t should I be—" He posed questions about her curious mind. Once he returned to reality, the young woman’s parchment slipped through her fingers. On instinct, he hobbled down the ladder and tried to catch the parchment, only for it to be caught under his wooden peg leg. He bent over and picked it up; his rough, chapped, calloused hand kept the piece in his grip. He precisely examined the intricately drawn map, tracing his finger over each coordinate until his finger landed upon the dazzling drawn star. The celestial bodies on the map and in the vast expanse of the sky were in immaculate alignment, forming a mesmerizing spectacle. The star in the sky shone brightly, and its beauty entranced him. “Excuse me, sir; you have something of mine in your possession.” He stood there, lost in thought, he suddenly became aware of a soothing, dulcet-toned voice from behind him. The voice was elegant, as if it belonged to a refined and cultured lady.

As the captain turned around, his gaze fell upon a striking young lady with luscious golden tresses fashioned in a pouffe with a single coil gracefully cascading down her shoulder. Her complexion was as fair as porcelain, and her countenance radiated with youthful vitality. She was adorned in a light whitish gold sack-back gown, perfectly complementing her complexion. Tiny freckles were scattered lightly across her nose and cheeks, enhancing her angelic features. Her lips were full and luscious, painted in a rosy, pink hue.

“Tis my map, sir; it slipped from my fingers whilst I was trying to read the coordinates”, The young woman explained.

Hector held the map in his grasp, not precisely giving it back right away, intending to ask: "What is yer purpose fer possessing it? Are ya anticipatin’ discoverin’ a coffer o’ medallions, gold, jewels, or silver?".

Instead, he couldn’t open his yap; no words came out. He felt like an utter addle blaggard. “I anticipate sailing on the high seas; I’ve no desire for treasure nor the thrill of anticipating in such greed”, The young woman spoke.

“Then why possess a map if ye don’t intend ta track what’s marked” He seemed puzzled, with a questioning tone and expression. He held the map in one hand while leaning on his wooden crutch.

“Perhaps, rather silly of me to say, you’d expect some nautical naval admirer to want something with a map. Well, What I desire can’t be easily explained, so to answer it as easily as possible” She expressed her ambition and optimism in her speech. “I wish to know more about the sea rather than the final destination, tis rather hard for me to say; I suppose one could compare me to an explorer anticipating some exhibition”.

“An ye have naught the slightest worry, of o’, so to say—pirates, scoundrels, buccaneers” He grinned with a dry, entertaining demeanour.

“Why should I? Tis not hard to reason with them; I would propose an agreement that satisfies both parties to a reasonable extent, ensuring a fair and amicable resolution.” She smiled in confidence.

“And what tif the other party decides ta disagree,” He asked.

“From my perspective, it seems like a fair agreement. They retain possession of the treasure while I explore an uncharted island that shall be in my name. In my opinion, it's an equitable arrangement.” The young woman seemed rather artless in knowing what pirates were like, no matter how many exchanges and fair deals she made. She would only end up marooned on some island whilst they steal her ship.

“If we start baring away 2 points on the port bow, we can head into the ongoing direction of where we need to be—well—where I aim to be. Evading any potential danger and obtaining the landmark of an unknown island” The young woman smiled affirmingly in her written directions.

“I’d watch yer ambition, missy; too much of it can getcha killed”, Hector warned her.

“Ambition or an opportunity, captain, an opportunity to find such a marvel, an opportunity to seek adventure and free one from the confines of society” The young woman grinned.

“Ye speak smartly within yer knowledge of cartography, but alas, ye lack the experience, to be out at sea, ye need to handle more than just yer “studies” He was surprised by the young lady's determination to dock at an unfamiliar island despite having no prior sailing experience.

“My knowledge of the sea is quite va—”

“Vast if ye’ve ever been in command of a ship, lassie”.

She stayed silent. Every word that came out of her mouth, he contradicted. It was like communing with a brick wall, deflecting all her ideas. She could’ve argued more and more, but that would’ve been a waste. She did have the knowledge! It shouldn’t have mattered what the old salt thought! She should just set out at sea on her father’s ship. Her father was a merchant who sailed across the vast port’s docking cargo for businessmen or nobles that wished for certain silks, foods, or goods.

“Although I am not the captain nor a sailor, I will keep clutching my goals under the watchful gaze of my father from the heavens.” She reasoned.

He laughed with wry amusement. “Aye then, who be yer father missy, was he a miserable cod that dreamed too”.

“No, he was a brilliant sailor, one that travelled to many continents”, she continued. “My father was William Rosaline—”

Hector's expression shifted from amusement to confusion, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he posed a question. “Wait! You! What’s yer first name!”.

“My first name is…Lora, sir,” she answered with a quizzical soft tone.

The captain stood upright on his wooden crutch, feeling somewhat baffled by the sudden reunion. If she recognizes him, everything will come crashing down. He didn’t speak; holding his tongue, he felt like an utter fool. He couldn’t recognize her, and for how long? For what reason couldn’t he interpret her face? Was it so complicated that his mind had to hide it deep within his distant recollections? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

“Captain?” Lora asked.

“Lor’rer” That! That was all he could muster up after not seeing this young thing for so long!

The captain quickly glanced over where Sparrow was tied at the mizzen mast. He only managed to open his mouth slightly before quickly hobbling away without uttering another addle word out of his yap. He ended up at the helm, and from behind him was the mizzen mast where Jack was tied. “Running away, are you? Think you can outrun the world~” Jack smirked, a line that reflected what Hector had once said. “Something tells me ol Hector is flabbergasted by something; hmmm; shall I take a gander and say it’s a lass? I’m envisioning a past flame you’ve had, one involving a hideous wench” he smiled amusingly.

The captain angrily confronted Jack, brandishing his sword of triton dangerously close to Jack's gullet. “One more word an’ Yer one step away from hangin at hempen holter”.

“Hmmm, at least I’m a captain going down with his ship from which you stole, remember.” Jack continued. “And might I say, you’re still terrible at it; you don’t even grip the helm right; she prefers handsome rouges, not men with scraggly beards—”.

The captain approached Jack with a stern glare. “All right, all right, I’ll hold my tongue—only, that fine woman over there strikes me as something familiar; her face; those eyes, ohhhh~ how smitten you were back then”.

“You couldn’t even say her name, right? Something along the lines of luau, lunch, luff, leach, leaf, long—” Jack teased.

Hector was getting infuriated.

“No, wasn’t long John silver, was it; ah! That’s right, Lora” While his hands were still bound to the mast, Jack gestured with his finger. “Except you say her name weirdly and strangely”.

“I’m starting to envision this golden artless naïve creature that would go on and on about ravishing adventures and a ship of her fathers” Jack’s face coiled, trying to remember the young woman. “By god, she was so young, a smart lass she was, always talking about cartography and sailing—I’ll admit I zoned out at some of it”.

"I must confess, twas a terrible idea of mine to use her in a bet to win a keg of rum against Master Gibbs," Jack admitted.

Jack was met with a confused expression from Hector. Jack gestured with his hands. “Was in the past; she probably won’t remember a thing”.

“We’ll keep it that way cause she ain’t even recognised me yet”, Hector spoke with a coarse voice.

Hector pulled out a flask from his pocket and leaned against the mast next to Jack; he popped off the lid and drank the rum. He then handed Jack the flask offering some, which he gladly took with his mouth. After Jack had “handed” the rum back to Hector, he asked, “So, if she remembers, do you think she’ll want to run or scream when she sees you now?”.

“I mean, you haven’t even told Smyth who you are—” A rag was placed into Jack’s mouth by Hector’s white-faced capuchin. “Thank ye, Jack,” he thanked the capuchin. Sparrow furrowed his brows and rambled through the rag while Hector tended back to the helm. In some way, Jack had a point; how would she react to seeing him now—probably an old blaggard who aged like a swine in her eyes— He wasn’t precisely the same sailor she once knew. Perhaps twas a better idea to keep his identity a secret for now—or—until she recognises him. The capuchin sat on his master’s shoulders, examining his expression. For once, his mind was clouded in thought. He couldn’t stand idly by until the cows came home; he had to do something, anything, if it meant at least a gaze of recognition. The only thing was, he was hesitant for reasons that should’ve been considered fear. However, fear wasn’t precisely the case. Deeply inhaling, he started moving—hobbling—over toward where she was.

However, he stopped only a few inches from where she stood. This was bloody ridiculous! He thought. He’s been through death, faced monsters the size of gods, and fought battles that would’ve ended him, yet…why is it so hard to speak to a lass he could easily invoke fear through.

He took a step forward using his peg leg facing outward. And yet his gaze was met just as his peg leg landed on the wooden floorboard. The captain immediately composed an expression of authority and imperiality. Lora biddably faced him while clutching the parchment in her hand. Hector awaited the doe-eyed woman’s inane response. “Ay—”

“I should’ve thanked you earlier for guiding me”, her voice softened. “i-in the right course of direction”.

Lora placed the parchment in his rough, callous hands, gently curling his fingers with one hand on top of his. “Take it, tis more useful to a captain than a doting lady.”

Hector furrowed his eyebrows in a bewildered manner. “Is this what-che want, fer me ta haul in yer accordin’s”.

Lora's lips curved into a smile, conveying a sense of comfort and reassurance. “I want you to be the one who shall set sail and command this voyage to the rightful destination.”

The captain expressed a striking visage of emotion that showed a genuine side to him naught anyone had witnessed. A gentle smile had formed on his rough, chapped lips. “Yer treasure lo’rer’.”

As she gazed into his eyes, filled with earnestness, her blue eyes, like those of a doe, reflected his admiration. Her lips, slightly parted, were a silent testament to his flattery's impact on her. Hector lifted his thumb to her chin, feeling the plumpness of her skin. Oh, how he had yearned to touch her, feel her under his watchful gaze. His heart was filled with a deep longing to reach out and connect with her on a profound level. He yearned to bask in the warmth of her presence while keeping a vigilant watchful eye over her, protecting her from any harm. The desire to be with her. He delicately traced the curve of her upper lip with his thumb, following the line down to the plumpness of her lower lip, where he stopped with his nail. His hand trailed down along her shoulder and arm, only to reach her palm, lightly grasping it. He held her hand and gently pulled it into the air while his other arm wrapped around her back. Lora carefully followed his lead and mimicked his graceful movements as he began to move in a waltz step. When was the last time he had waltzed like this? It must’ve been a century ago. From a distant memory, he recalled a moment in a grand setting with a regal woman. Her striking raven tresses cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful face that was accentuated by her deep brown eyes. His image of her elegance remained vivid.

Lora accounted for how fluent his moves were as if he were gliding on ice. He was surprisingly good despite having a peg leg; one after the other, with a tap and stomp, the peg leg moved forward as the other leg soothingly assisted with turning. For Lora, it was relatively easy to follow; her heels moved back as the captain stepped forward in rhythm. If they had attended a masquerade or gala, they would’ve gripped the audience’s attention, with the pair being the most incongruous and grossing couple. Hector stopped abruptly with his peg leg and began to spin slowly, holding the parchment between their hands as they twirled around. The radiant celestial Sirius, situated above their heads, mirrored their existence with a resplendent and luminous reflection. As Lora moved closer to him, her lips parted slightly, revealing her rosy hue. She was just inches away from his chapped lips, creating a moment of anticipation and tension. Her gaze soon turned quizzical as she recalled, ' His face resembles someone familiar, someone I once knew”.

“Barboss—"

“CAPTAIN, THE SILENT MARY HAS BEEN SPOTTED OFF THE PORT BOW, SIR!” The lookout shouted from the crow's nest, holding a wooden brazen spyglass. Hector smartly came to a halt, dropping Lora’s hands, accidentally letting go of the parchment. He turned to the sailor who bellowed out the sighting. In a sudden rush, he hastened away, his gait impeded by a hobbling motion as he made his way towards the helm with a firm determination to take a brace of action. He started to bellow orders while the crew manned their stations. “MAN, YER STATIONS YE FILTHY ROACHES, ALL HANDS HOY, PREPARE TA TACK N’ START BARING AWAY 5 POINTS ABAFT STARBOARD BEAM, PREPARE THA CANONS”. The captain started to turn the wheel vigorously, trying to change course and direction to lose sight of their pursuers who were oncoming from the port bow.

Lora witnessed the parchment being carried away by the wind and eventually landing in the water. The ink began to bleed and dissolve in the saltwater, causing the writing and drawings to become illegible scribbles. Her eyes could read a line pointing toward the star; suddenly, she turned, looking up at Sirius. A realization crossed her mind as she hatched a plan. Smartly heading up from the open deck to the quarter deck to where the helm was, over on the horizon, she could spot a Spanish three-masted royal naval galleon that was rickety and rotten. Her eyes widened at the impossible ship with deteriorated fore, aft and main sails. She lifted her skirtings and held them at her waist as she hurried, taking care not to trip over her heels. Her coiled locks bounced as she climbed the ladder when she made it before the helms deck. “Bare away from the starboard beam, captain, we can lose them faster, and the canon fire will have a guaranteed hit!” Lora raised her voice to the captain to allow him to hear.

Hector was skeptical. did she even have any plan to evade Salazar's ship, or was she improvising to head toward their death?

“Nay, belay that!” he shouted.

“I assure you, once we head in that direction, we can then tack and head broad on the port bow, eventually going on dead ahead heading into the direction of Sirius,” Lora told him of her plan.

However, Hector debated, his eyebrows furrowing together when she mentioned ‘Sirius’. He turned to the brightest star of the east, realizing what Lora was trying to talk about. “I hope yer not countin Fiddler's Green as part o’ tha plan, missy.” he complied and turned the wheel toward the direction she was speaking of.

Lora turned to face the bow and saw Black Pearl's bowsprit turn in motion. Lora's coiled lock and hair strands billowed in the wind as the Black Pearl changed direction. The Black Pearl was heading West-South along the current while The Silent Mary came from the North-East. The two ships were heading in an ongoing pursuit; The Silent Mary was gaining speed. Upon the Silent Mary’s Fore castle, the captain laughed with a mirthless wheeze. “Prepare to meet your damnation Jack Sparroh” Salazar’s grin oozed with black liquid.

The Black Pearl had picked up speed further, traversing across the sea. When The Silent Mary had just reached a certain distance behind the Black Pearl. Lora shouted, “Tack Now!”.

As the ship continued its course, the sailors smartly adjusted the various riggings to shift the gaff, foresail, jib, top, and main sails in response to the subtle shifts in the direction of the wind. Their skilled hands deftly worked the ropes and pulleys, ensuring the ship was travelling at peak performance, enabling them to navigate safely through the treacherous waters. As the Black Pearl turned, leading the Silent Mary off their track.

Hector was filled with a sense of incredulity as he witnessed the success of their plan. Against all odds, they had bought themselves a precious amount of time, allowing them to load their cannons with a newfound sense of urgency and efficiency. Although things looked swell, the Silent Mary hadn’t lost chase yet.

Lora knew she had to come up with a new plan soon. As she gazed at the horizon, she prayed for a glimpse of hope. A chance to avoid being swallowed by the ghosts of death.

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X reader version

Twas a silent night aboard the Black Pearl; the gentle current rocked the sailing galleon. A young woman stood on the open deck at the taffrail, staring at the heavens above her. Her eyes were captivated by the brightest star of the east ‘Sirius’. She couldn’t pinpoint why or how it fascinated her; she was undoubtedly no astronomer like Carina, but something about it pulled her in. The charts displayed the constellations, but observing them with the naked eye was undoubtedly more captivating. The woman stood motionless, her senses attuned to the wind’s gentle caress as it brushed against her bare shoulders, causing her locks to sway and dance in the breeze. In her grip, she clutched a piece of parched paper tightly, its surface etched with cryptic writings that detailed the exact coordinates leading to an uncharted island renowned for its fabled treasure trove, discovered by the notorious Anne Bonny. Despite the potential danger, she had spent countless hours gathering similar documents and ship logs from explorers, sailors, and even pirates, all in pursuit of something greater. Nothing could deter her from this quest, and she was willing to risk everything to uncover the secrets of the unknown. As she set sail, her thoughts consumed by the prospect of adventure, she carefully unfurled the yellow parchment, revealing a hand-drawn map with a bright star marking the location of her destination. The woman's grip on the parchment tightened as the wind picked up, threatening to snatch the delicate document from her hands. She remained steadfast and determined to hold the valuable prize despite the wind. Her eyes scanned the paper, memorizing the precise navigational longitude and latitude leading her to her destination. She clung to the parchment with unwavering focus, unwilling to let it slip away from her grasp.

“Sir?” Murtogg said once more.

“Nay, she ain’t o’ any use ta us fer now, we’ll maroon er’ once we obtain what we came ere’ fer”, The captain’s coarse voice confirmed.

His eyes fixated on the girl. Treasure? The sea? Freedom? Going on account?

As the captain turned around, his gaze fell upon a striking young lady with luscious tresses fashioned in a pouffe with a single coil gracefully cascading down her shoulder and her countenance radiated with youthful vitality. She was adorned in a light whitish gold sack-back gown, perfectly complementing her complexion. Her lips were full and luscious.

“Tis my map, sir; it slipped from my fingers whilst I was trying to read the coordinates”, The young woman explained.

“Then why possess a map if ye don’t intend ta track what’s marked” He seemed puzzled, with a questioning tone and expression. He held the map in one hand while leaning on his wooden crutch.

“An ye have naught the slightest worry, of o’, so to say—pirates, scoundrels, buccaneers” He grinned with a dry, entertaining demeanour.

“And what tif the other party decides ta disagree,” He asked.

“I’d watch yer ambition, missy; too much of it can getcha killed”, Hector warned her.

“Ambition or an opportunity, captain, an opportunity to find such a marvel, an opportunity to seek adventure and free one from the confines of society” The young woman grinned.

“My knowledge of the sea is quite va—”

“Vast if ye’ve ever been in command of a ship, lassie”.

“Although I am not the captain nor a sailor, I will keep clutching my goals under the watchful gaze of my father from the heavens.” She reasoned.

He laughed with wry amusement. “Aye then, who be yer father missy, was he a miserable cod that dreamed too”.

“No, he was a brilliant sailor, one that travelled to many continents”, she continued. “My father was Y/F L/N—”

Hector's expression shifted from amusement to confusion, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he posed a question. “Wait! You! What’s yer first name!”.

“My first name is…Y/n, sir,” she answered with a quizzical soft tone.

“Captain?” y/n asked.

“Y/n’rer” That! That was all he could muster up after not seeing this young thing for so long!

The captain angrily confronted Jack, brandishing his sword of triton dangerously close to Jack's gullet. “One more word an’ Yer one step away from hangin at hempen holter”.

“You couldn’t even say her name, right? Something along the lines of Luau, lunch, luff, leach, leaf, long—” Jack teased.

Hector was getting infuriated.

“No, wasn’t long John silver, was it; ah! That’s right, y/n” While his hands were still bound to the mast, Jack gestured with his finger. “Except you say her name weirdly and strangely”.

"I must confess, twas a terrible idea of mine to use her in a bet to win a keg of rum against Master Gibbs," Jack admitted.

Jack was met with a confused expression from Hector. Jack gestured with his hands. “Was in the past; she probably won’t remember a thing”.

“We’ll keep it that way cause she ain’t even recognised me yet”, Hector spoke with a coarse voice.

He took a step forward using his peg leg facing outward. And yet his gaze was met just as his peg leg landed on the wooden floorboard. The captain immediately composed an expression of authority and imperiality. Y/n biddably faced him while clutching the parchment in her hand. Hector awaited the doe-eyed woman’s inane response. “Aye—”

“I should’ve thanked you earlier for guiding me”, her voice softened. “i-in the right course of direction”.

Y/n placed the parchment in his rough, callous hands, gently curling his fingers with one hand on top of his. “Take it, tis more useful to a captain than a doting lady.”

Hector furrowed his eyebrows in a bewildered manner. “Is this what-che want, fer me ta haul in yer accordin’s”.

Y/n's lips curved into a smile, conveying a sense of comfort and reassurance. “I want you to be the one who shall set sail and command this voyage to the rightful destination.”

The captain expressed a striking visage of emotion that showed a genuine side to him naught anyone had witnessed. A gentle smile had formed on his rough, chapped lips. “Yer treasure lo’rer’.”

As she gazed into his eyes, filled with earnestness, her eyes reflected his admiration. Her lips, slightly parted, were a silent testament to his flattery's impact on her. Hector lifted his thumb to her chin, feeling the plumpness of her skin. Oh, how he had yearned to touch her, feel her under his watchful gaze. His heart was filled with a deep longing to reach out and connect with her on a profound level. He yearned to bask in the warmth of her presence while keeping a vigilant watchful eye over her, protecting her from any harm. The desire to be with her. He delicately traced the curve of her upper lip with his thumb, following the line down to the plumpness of her lower lip, where he stopped with his nail. His hand trailed down along her shoulder and arm, only to reach her palm, lightly grasping it. He held her hand and gently pulled it into the air while his other arm wrapped around her back. Y/n carefully followed his lead and mimicked his graceful movements as he began to move in a waltz step. When was the last time he had waltzed like this? It must’ve been a century ago. From a distant memory, he recalled a moment in a grand setting with a regal woman. Her striking raven tresses cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful face that was accentuated by her deep brown eyes. His image of her elegance remained vivid.

Y/n accounted for how fluent his moves were as if he were gliding on ice. He was surprisingly good despite having a peg leg; one after the other, with a tap and stomp, the peg leg moved forward as the other leg soothingly assisted with turning. For y/n, it was relatively easy to follow; her heels moved back as the captain stepped forward in rhythm. If they had attended a masquerade or gala, they would’ve gripped the audience’s attention, with the pair being the most incongruous and grossing couple. Hector stopped abruptly with his peg leg and began to spin slowly, holding the parchment between their hands as they twirled around. The radiant celestial Sirius, situated above their heads, mirrored their existence with a resplendent and luminous reflection. As Y/n moved closer to him, her lips parted slightly, revealing her hue. She was just inches away from his chapped lips, creating a moment of anticipation and tension. Her gaze soon turned quizzical as she recalled, ' His face resembles someone familiar, someone I once knew”.

“Barboss—"

“CAPTAIN, THE SILENT MARY HAS BEEN SPOTTED OFF THE PORT BOW, SIR!” The lookout shouted from the crow's nest, holding a wooden brazen spyglass. Hector smartly came to a halt, dropping Y/n’s hands, accidentally letting go of the parchment. He turned to the sailor who bellowed out the sighting. In a sudden rush, he hastened away, his gait impeded by a hobbling motion as he made his way towards the helm with a firm determination to take a brace of action. He started to bellow orders while the crew manned their stations. “MAN, YER STATIONS YE FILTHY ROACHES, ALL HANDS HOY, PREPARE TA TACK N’ START BARING AWAY 5 POINTS ABAFT STARBOARD BEAM, PREPARE THA CANONS”. The captain started to turn the wheel vigorously, trying to change course and direction to lose sight of their pursuers who were oncoming from the port bow.

Y/n witnessed the parchment being carried away by the wind and eventually landing in the water. The ink began to bleed and dissolve in the saltwater, causing the writing and drawings to become illegible scribbles. Her eyes could read a line pointing toward the star; suddenly, she turned, looking up at Sirius. A realization crossed her mind as she hatched a plan. Smartly heading up from the open deck to the quarter deck to where the helm was, over on the horizon, she could spot a Spanish three-masted royal naval galleon that was rickety and rotten. Her eyes widened at the impossible ship with deteriorated fore, aft and main sails. She lifted her skirtings and held them at her waist as she hurried, taking care not to trip over her heels. Her coiled locks bounced as she climbed the ladder when she made it before the helms deck. “Bare away from the starboard beam, captain, we can lose them faster, and the canon fire will have a guaranteed hit!” Y/n raised her voice to the captain to allow him to hear.

Hector was skeptical. did she even have any plan to evade Salazar's ship, or was she improvising to head toward their death?

“Nay, belay that!” he shouted.

“I assure you, once we head in that direction, we can then tack and head broad on the port bow, eventually going on dead ahead heading into the direction of Sirius,” Y/n told him of her plan.

However, Hector debated, his eyebrows furrowing together when she mentioned ‘Sirius’. He turned to the brightest star of the east, realizing what y/n was trying to talk about. “I hope yer not countin Fiddler's Green as part o’ tha plan, missy.” he complied and turned the wheel toward the direction she was speaking of.

Y/n turned to face the bow and saw Black Pearl's bowsprit turn in motion. Y/n's coiled lock and hair strands billowed in the wind as the Black Pearl changed direction. The Black Pearl was heading West-South along the current while The Silent Mary came from the North-East. The two ships were heading in an ongoing pursuit; The Silent Mary was gaining speed. Upon the Silent Mary’s Fore castle, the captain laughed with a mirthless wheeze. “Prepare to meet your damnation Jack Sparroh” Salazar’s grin oozed with black liquid.

The Black Pearl had picked up speed further, traversing across the sea. When The Silent Mary had just reached a certain distance behind the Black Pearl. Y/n shouted, “Tack Now!”.

Y/n knew she had to come up with a new plan soon. As she gazed at the horizon, she prayed for a glimpse of hope.

A chance to avoid being swallowed by the ghosts of death.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

#potc x reader #potc x oc #Barbossa x lora #barbossa x oc #hector barbossa x reader #hector barbossa x lora #hector barbossa x oc #potc fanfic #Pirates of the caribbean fanfic #pirates of the caribbean x reader #pirates of the caribbean oc

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youalmostcapturedjacksparrow · 1 year

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𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟡

General POV.

Elizabeth stood on a dry piece of land in the cave looking at a few pieces of gold.

Jack however was throwing all kinds of treasure around looking for good pieces to bring.

Rose walked over to Elizabeth and gave her a tight hug.

'I'm so sorry for everything' Elizabeth said softly

'I'm the one giving you a death scare' Rose said smiling.

'I love you Elizabeth. you're my best friend. I would do it all over just for you' Rose said as she took Elizabeth in another tight hug.

'You know before we went off to the Black Pearl.

And you were already down in the dinghy. Your father came to the captain's quarters.

He sat in front of the door. Telling us how proud he is.

On me for trying to save you.

But he thought it was good of you to say yes to the proposal.'

'Of course he would say that' Elizabeth said softly smiling watching Will.

'But he also said that sometimes the most ideal decision, can be a really bad decision when made with bad reasons' Rose said softly while brushing a hair behind Elizabeth's ear.

'He loves you any how Lizzy..

Not only when you marry Norrington'

Rose wiped the tear of Elizabeth's face.

Rose saw Will coming.

'I'll leave you two alone.' Rose said softly and walked off towards Jack.

'Jack' Rose said as she walked up to him.

'Rose' Jack exclaimed having all kinds of gold around his neck. And walked over to her.

Rose gave him a slap in the face.

'Dying!? Really you gave me the biggest scare of my life!' Rose said tears in her eyes.

Jack snickerd.

'Love. I didn't enjoy seeing you die either' he smirked

Which made Rose smile back at him.

He brushed his fingers over her cheeks.

'I wouldn't mind tho. Being Immortal with you' Jack said a bit softer.

Rose smirked looking up to him. And before she knew it Jack had filled the gap between their lips again. His arm in this small of her back. He did stab her on accident with the gold chandelier he was holding. But that was soon forgotten.

Rose laid her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss with Jack.

'We should return to the Dauntless.' Elizabeth said softly towards Will.

'Your fiancé will be wanting to know you're safe. ' Will replied.

Elizabeth nodded softly and walked away towards the dinghy's

'Really Will!' Rose said behind him.

Her hands up.

'if you were waiting for the opportune moment' Jack said

'That was it' Rose and Jack said at the same time.

'Now, I'd be much obliged if you'd drop me off at my ship!' Jack said smiling at Rose.

Rose knew she couldn't go with Jack. But he told her to write to Tortuga and he would collect her letters.

When they were on the dinghy rowing towards the open sea.

The Black Pearl was nowhere to be found.

'I'm sorry Jack' Rose said softly laying a hand on his shoulder.

'They done what's right by them. Can't expect more than that.' Jack said laying his hand on mine.

When they were hovered above the Dauntless. Jack got cuffed and taken towards the brig.

'Do I really need to tell you that he is a new man now..' Rose said towards Norrington.

'He might be Rosemary.

But this time he already got wat he wanted and the only he now has in his future are the gallows. So he will try to escape.

And now I don't want to hear anything about it anymore okay?' Norrington said as he stormed off.

'Its okay love' Jack mouthed towards Rose. As they took him below deck.

Rosemary's POV

'And now you two' Norrington said towards me and Will

He looked over towards Will.

'I will be letting these charges go if. You will never ever will try to steal a ship from us again. And go off on your own. This is still Royal Navy duty. Not just the duty of an Black smith and a tailor.'

'Do we have an understanding' Norrington said towards us. With a small smile.

'Thankyou Commodore ' Will and I both said.

'Now out of my sight!' Norrington said and we went below deck.

I heard the guards planning the hanging of Jack right were Will and I both sat.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. And he came closer to me and laid an arm around my shoulders.

'I think I have a plan' Will said softly

'Lets talk about it when we get back. Now go get some sleep and check on Elizabeth' Will said as she pushed me up.

'I'll check on Jack and thank him for everything. ' I nodded and smiled at Will.

I walked up to deck and walked over to the captain's quarters were Elizabeth sat on a dining chair.

'Oh Rose!

I'm so sorry.. I couldn't do anything for Jack.' I smiled at Elizabeth.

'You can't help it Liz.

But thank you ' I said genuine towards Elizabeth. and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

'Now please.. Lets do something about that hair. Cause It's a real mess.' I said giggling towards Elizabeth.

'I thought you'd never ask!' Elizabeth said

When back in Port Royal.

The normal life started again.

Will was busy making lots of new material cause lots had been damaged in the last fights.

And I was busy tailoring all the dresses for the hanging of Jack. It made my heart ache.

But I couldn't help it. I made a promise to Norrington.

For Elizabeth I made a new dress without a tight corset. But with an under burst corset. So That Elizabeth would be able to breath way more.

The dress I made for myself was way more handy.

It was an dark green color. It was a tight dress but the back was long and wavy. There was a ribbon on the back of it.

I made the fabric thinly sown together.

So that if I ripped at the bow hard enough it would rip the heavy skirt of the dress down leaving me with just the corset of the dress.

I made the dress a bit shorter then usual. Because I wouldn't be wearing heels but flat boots.

The hips of the dress were broad so I could actually hide my sword and gun in there around my waist.

I also made an outfit for Will. I made him an amazing hat with feathers. And a nice suit to wear to the hanging.

He thought it would be way to much. But It would be way easier to notice him in the scene of people and I could follow him towards Jack.

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quillofspirit · 4 months

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2023 fic recs

If there's one thing to know about me, is that I love to read! and I love to share the good fics, so I figured I would put them all on one list💚

pssst! it's my first time doing anything like this, so if you have recommendations for the format, please do leave them in the comments or drop me a message! thanks xx

Key 🍬 fluff 🧯 spicy 🌡️ smut ⛈️ angst 🌪️ all

For people I have tagged, please let me know if there is anything you’d like me to add or remove — like a link to another account. It’ll be my pleasure☺️

Lord of the Rings (and related)

⛈️🧯Fuck the Forbidden pt. 1 by @entishramblings

Boromir x mermaidfem!oc Teens and Up but read the warnings carefully 9,500 words

Now I want mermaids in everything. why aren’t there mermaids in everything? The descriptions are so well done, everything is so vividly easy to visualize, oh I just loved it.

I am so hyped for pt 2!!

🍬⛈️ Healing Touch by @ass-deep-in-demons

Boromir x fem!oc Teens and Up 4,350 words

My film studies degree was very happy about the descriptions of movement in this one - it’s a little specific but hear me out. It’s much easier to see the actors playing the scene when it’s described this well! THAT ENDING, I have to say I joined Legolas, and I don’t have excuses.

I cannot wait to read the rest of the adventures of Joanna!

🍬 I Might Need to Kiss You by @fizzyxcustard

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader 400 words

I was squealing, this is so sweet. like the perfect little pick me up when you need a reminder, and Thorin is nothing if not a good king to his subjects 😇

🍬 Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls

Haldir x fem!reader Teens and Up 5,360 words

did I almost break my mouse when I clicked on this? noooo

Would I do it again? approximately 5 times since ☺️

Who doesn’t love sneaking around and kissing pretty elves, especially when they propose the idea so nicely… Just read it, you’re welcome

⛈️🧯Transformed by @sotwk

Thranduil’s son OC x fem!reader Teens and Up 2,400 words

There are at least two werewolves! When I tell you I read it three nights in a row, just to truly catch all the little things that made me go absolutely feral this so lovely to read. Yes, there’s gore (only a little bit) and there’s angst, but there’s also dialogue that would be made into gifs were it a movie.

Pirates of the Caribbeans

🌪️Catch the Wind by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

James Norrington x fem!oc Explicit 418,000 words

101 chapters of epic, pirates, and sweetness. The definition of you will suffer and you will like it. I finished this in like two days, because I couldn’t put it down, like a child on Halloween night going through their whole bag of candy.

⛈️🍬 Fallen Through Time by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

Catch the Wind AU Mature Ongoing; 34,000 words

12 Chapters so far, but it’s probably going to make me want to read everything about Theodora again. I am very normal about this character. 😌

Other fandoms

🌡️One of Those days by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x fem!reader Explicit 750 words

Sometimes you need to be taken care of, and sometimes its easier to take care of others.

🍬Patience by @velvetcloxds

Charlie Swan x fem!reader Just straight cuteness 600 words

A cute yet serious conversation with Charlie

🌡️That Takes Trust Darlin by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x transmasc!reader Explicit 1,950 words

It takes a lot of trust to tell a person about your desires, and even more when you spend your time catching villains.

🌪️ What Happens After You? by StrengthBeforeWeakness

Ominis Gaunt x fem!oc Mature 219,000 words

A badass Ravenclaw, sweet sweet Garreth, and dark!Sebastian. I am tempted to say it’s almost a Hogwarts Legacy AU because the lore in this fic is so incredible, it feels new again.

These are my headers and dividers, please do not use them.

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When you're the first mate but still just the third wheel in your boss' relationship🤷🏼‍♂️

I just wanted to do a simple, silly meme redraw with Davy, Selena and Maccus, but somehow it turned into a fully rendered piece oops (we love perfectionism). This took me forever to finish and I kinda gave up towards the end🫠 But at least Davy and Selena get to look cute, also yay Maccus debut in my art!! :D

Also the original meme under cut:

#I think I need to practise drawing Maccus because he's fun but I want to do him better justice #pirates of the caribbean #potc #davy jones #maccus #davy jones x oc #dead man's chest #at world's end #potc oc #oc x canon #f/o: 🐙#self ship #self insert x canon #selena x davy #selena finley #potc fanart #fanart #digital art #selniasart

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raidenbuddha · 11 months

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James norrington x reader

sex with the commodore

It has been around two weeks after mine and Mr James norrington wedding, making me a Norrington! . The wedding ceremony was small with a blue theme to match my dress and his custom tailored commodore suit.

The guest list included some town folk as painters and caterers, his mother, and of course my best friends William and Elizabeth turner for I had been pirating with them for years now. Luckily but unsurprisingly my older brother Captain jack sparrow and my father Blackbeard walked me down the aisle, and after our vows jack left on his ship with the crew I’d known for so long because they were being chased by the French. “Goodbye love, and treat my sister well commodore, or else I will hunt you down like you've done me. This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.”

and with that he swung off on a rope much like my father who after congratulating me and giving a “talk” to James, vanished into thin air.. it’s really his thing. Everything was going great but I felt some tension between us. Sexual tension.

After the commodore comes home-James you’re home! How was your day?” “Better now that I’ve Seen you Mrs y/n norrington. I’ll never get over that. How did I bag someone like you? and to think a pirate!” “The feeling is mutual james. I truly love you Mr commodore, and ‘to think you chased me as much as I chased you.

A high class man head over heels .” He chuckled and replied “Love you to y/n,” and engulfed me in a kiss. I decided to make my move later in the night and ask if he wanted tea and bread with butter with me. He obviously obliged my homemade bread. I had rum secretly and he noticed as when I set down my tea cup he inspected it.

“What is this dear?” “Nothing… fine. Well old habits die hard ok? He granted me a smile and said “that’s quite all right. I know just the feeling.” In the bed- “James honey?” “Yes y/n?” “I’ve been noticing some tension between us… I hope to fix it..” “ I know exactly what you’re talking about.” I suddenly blurted out “I’m a virgin!” James got extremely close to my ear, so close I could feel his breath which sent a tingle in my body and said “Looks like I get to be the first dear.. To make you mine and only mine.”

He got on top of me and cupped my cheek softly with his hand and looked seemed to look at me with lust in his eyes. As he engulfed us in a fiery passionate kiss I couldn’t help melted under his touch. “God y/n you taste like rum and flowers. What an odd yet compelling mix.”

James whispered. I placed my hands on the back of his neck just as he began to trail soft and wet kisses on my jaw all the way up to my ear. Then he made his way down to my neck and nibbled along it sucking and biting definition leaving hickeys. “Y/n, this needs to go..” he motioned to my night gown and as he tried to unbutton it he looked semi frustrated and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well I guess I have too do this now..”

“what is it James?” James rips off the gown and throws it across the room and he takes off his undershirt and bottoms. “That was hot.” I mutter. “Good.” I couldn’t help but blush as he said that with conviction. He was the perfect mix of sweet and rough in bed. THIRD POV- The commodore trailed wet kisses back down your neck and onto your collar bone leaving love bites when he suddenly takes your nipple into his mouth. “Ah” you moan. As he toyed with your sensitive buds whilst getting more moans out of you, you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter. Clenching your legs due to the pleasure James opens them and says “I love it when you moan for me and when you wet.”

He leans to your ear and says “so wet.”when he made his way back to your cunt and begun to lick it all around.

“Ahh. “ “hmm.” You moaned. “Mmm” he growled into your cunt. The vibrations only increased your pleasure which then increased more as he stuck a finger inside you. “James!” You gasp. “Do you like that y/n?” “Y-y-yes.” you reply. As he sticks another finger in he starts thrusting them and scissoring inside you while licking your clit.

You moaned as he played with your cunt as he licked and thrusted and talked dirty to you. That was when you started feeling something in your stomach. The feeling only grew and grew until you yelled… “J-JAMES!!” and clamped around his fingers and head with your legs. James pulled out his fingers while making eye contact and licked all your cum up.

“Taste like my wife. That’s enough prep.. are you ready?” “Y-yes James.” After you came down from your high, James put you into the missionary position and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He grabs your hands and intertwines them with his while whispering “I love you.” “I love you too ja..”

You were interrupted by the commodore suddenly penetrating you. Every inch hurt slightly but when he filled you all the way up with his length, you felt so good. “God you’re so tight y/n. Time to loosen you up a bit.” As he thrusted his cock inside and out of you slowly he began to grunt and dirty talk some more.

He was going slowly to try to limit your pain but then you spoke up in the midst of moans and grunts. “James … go faster.. make me yours.” “My pleasure dear.” He pulled out almost all the way and then… SLAMMED his cock inside you and went faster and faster. He flipped you over and propped up your ass and placed your head in the pillows. “Ahhh” he groaned. “I’m gonna finish y/n” “where do you want it.”

“Give it to me james.” As he hit your g-spot one last time you both yell, “JAMES!” “Y/N!!” You clamped around his cock and milked him for every last drop of cum. “That was great mr commodore.” “I could say the same. I love you y/n. Oh. And just a thought… we should try more things next time.” “Yes sir.” “Let’s go get cleaned up in the bath and get to bed y/n.”

You fell asleep In each others arms the last words leaving your mouth of the night being “I love you.”

#james norrington #potc #y/n #smut #fluff #jack sparrow #elizabeth turner #william turner #James norrington x reader #james norrington x oc

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lostfairyart · 29 days

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Meet Kate Palladino, my Pirates of the Caribbean OC! 🎀🕯🌊🏴‍☠️

I love PoTC so much. 🙈 It’s one of my top 5 movie series. Is it silly to make an OC for it? Maybe. But it’s fun! Lemme introduce you to the lovely lady. 💕

🎀Her full name is Katherine Winifred Adelasia Palladino

🕯She’s a proper lady who lives in an estate by the sea

🌊Her father is a well-praised merchant, her mother is a poet

🏴‍☠️She’s currently pining over a man of the name of James Norrington who is absolutely oblivious of her affections

🎀She’s definitely the sunshine in the grumpy x sunshine relationship

🕯She has a boldness that she keeps mostly suppressed, it arises when her loved ones are involved

🌊She’s thoughtful, observant, and curious by nature

🏴‍☠️Unlike most proper folk, she doesn’t see pirates as good or bad which is an opinion she has taken up from her father

I basically created Kate because I love Norrington and I think he deserves someone who will love him as much as he loves Elizabeth.

I’m so delulu about her that I catch myself thinking she’s an actual canon character, absbsjsjshdk. 🙈

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esta-elavaris · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 8: Rainy Day ~ Theodore Groves/OC [1,713 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here 💜✨

This is set in the same universe as my James Norrington/OC story, Catch the Wind, so some details might not make sense if you haven't read that. There'll be more parts to this at some point, not related to flufftober, but if I didn't end it where it did, it'd end up being a behemoth and not ready for day 8. So we'll call it a starting point 😏

Hope was observant - and, better still, she was no fool. She knew that her employers were…out of the ordinary. More so the mistress than the master, but then again seeing as he’d married the mistress, he had to have his fair share of quirks. But none of that was something she considered to be a bad thing. In fact, it made working for them rather pleasant. She didn’t comment upon the oddities to their faces, she wasn’t an idiot, and more importantly she didn’t comment upon them behind their backs, either. No matter how many people pressed her for details on whether they matched up to all of the strange stories surrounding the two of them.

They paid her exceedingly well, and treated her better still, and that was more than enough to earn Hope’s loyalty. Which was why, when she entered the kitchen one morning to find a strange man in the pantry, she thought little of taking up the nearest sharp object. It happened to be a carving fork rather than a knife, but she brandished it before her with two hands.

The master was away, and the mistress would likely be abed for a few more hours still. She only prayed little Antonia would remain upstairs until she could convince the intruder to leave.

“I don’t know who you are,” she said, “but you must leave. Quickly. Or else I’ll call for the master of the house.”

If he had been watching the house, he would know that the master was not home. But hopefully this had been a flight of opportunism, and not a calculated move. Hopefully he had come here alone, and not with some horrid gang.

The man turned and blinked at her in dismay, raising his hands up before his chest, palms out as though surrendering. He certainly wasn’t dressed like a vagrant - in a waistcoat, shirt, and breeches that were in good shape albeit with some mud, and with long dark hair combed neatly back and tied at the nape of his neck.

“I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding,” he said.

“Indeed there has,” Hope replied evenly, “you are in the wrong house, sir.”

“My name is Theodore Groves, Miss…?” when she did not supply her name, he continued. “Miss. I am an old colleague of Admiral- er, that is, an old friend of the Norringtons. I returned here with Mr Norrington late last night, and it was thought best not to wake any of the servants to prepare a bedroom for me. I am here at the invitation of the Norringtons, you have my word.”

“Groves?” she echoed quietly, faltering.

“I was a Lieutenant under Admiral Norrington in his days with the Royal Navy. I’ve maintained correspondence with the Norringtons since then with some regularity. If you will allow me to go to my bag, I can fetch a letter that might prove it.”

Hope felt the colour drain from her face, and she immediately discarded the carving fork down to the tabletop. For she recognised the name, and were he not who he said he was, he would have no way of concocting such a story.

“Oh my God,” she said thinly. “I am so sorry, sir, I didn’t realise that…if I had known…”

“You’re not in the habit of threatening guests of the Norringtons with kitchen implements, then?” he asked wryly, a small smile on his face.

She had to place a hand onto the tabletop in order to remain upright. Unconventionality of her employers aside, she’d just wielded a carving fork at a good friend of theirs. It was a sackable offense in anybody’s estimation. Not growing to comfortable here was something she’d vowed not to do – not because she thought they might kick her out at a moment’s notice, but because it would be all too easy for an idiot to take their kindness for weakness and push their luck here. Hope had no wish to do that, for it seemed the easiest way to ruin a good thing.

“I am so sorry,” she said again.

The smile quickly slipped from Groves’ face as he appeared to realise the extent of her horror, and he held out his hands, palms flat, approaching as though hoping to calm a spooked horse.

“Truly, do not trouble yourself with it,” he insisted, stopping just out of arm’s reach. “It warms me, if anything, to see the sort of loyalty the Norringtons inspire in those in their employ.”

Hope nodded, her face quickly trading going cold and stark-white to blazing crimson.

“Well, can I fetch you anything, sir?”

“Are you a cook?”

“No, a maid – in a manner of speaking. But the cook isn’t here on a full-time basis, there’s no need for that, so if you’re resolved to wait for him you’ll only go hungry.”

“In a manner of speaking?” he echoed, a small smile on his face. “That sounds far more suspect than I think you intended. Like you’re a maid by day but assassin by night.”

Hope breathed a laugh. Yes. He was definitely a friend of the mistress.

Theodore Groves, from their first meeting onwards, was on Hope’s mind more than was strictly necessary. Nor wise. At first it was embarrassment at their first meeting – as well as worry. Mrs Norrington would perhaps find it amusing, but Mr Norrington, while not cruel, was a deal more serious than his wife. More of a stickler for the done way of things.

But, that night, when Mrs Norrington introduced their guest to Hope as she cleared the dinner table for them, he smiled politely at her as though they had never met…and offered her a reassuring smile when her employers’ attention moved elsewhere. The worry had left her then, but her curiosity had only grown.

He was kind. A kindness that seemed to seep into his face and his general demeanour and shine through – and he was a dream of a guest to deal with, for he had her employers’ habit of seeking to make her job easier for her rather than falling into bluster about getting what they pay for. Plates were organised and neatly stacked at one end of the table for her to collect after dinner, they made their own bed after rising, and Mrs Norrington even insisted on dressing herself, or making do with only the help of her husband – and on being called Mistress Theodora, when they were in conversation. Only because Hope could not quite bring herself just to call her Theo.

Mrs Norrington, she knew, had profited from a great deal of upwards mobility, and so Hope suspected that to be the root of her kindness, perhaps not taking kindle to being on the other side of the great divide, and Mr Norrington likely was content to follow his wife’s lead for the most part – although he took far more easily to the conventional ways of addressing servants. The matter of dressing, she thought, was less an oddity and more a great sadness. It was no secret that she’d taken a knife to the belly in all of that mess a few years ago, and what it had cost her. She could not be blamed for wishing to keep the evidence of such a time private. But, to the point, guests were always a wild card, and Groves was proving to be far towards the positive end of the spectrum than of the ilk who traipsed mud across the house with smirks on their faces because they knew it would not be their job to clean it.

No, Mr Groves seemed to suffer from the opposite problem. The same sort that Mrs Norrington did, if their second real encounter was anything to go by.

She’d been in the midst of mending one of Mrs Norrington’s favourite nightgowns at the great, cleaned, table in the kitchen when their guest had all but burst into the room.

“It’s raining,” he said in response to her wide-eyed stare.

“…It’s England, sir,” she said slowly.

He smiled at that, his face boyish in his amusement, before she could worry that she’d sounded rude.

“Yes, I’m aware of that – but you have an awful lot of clothing on that line out there.”

Oh. Oh no.

Such was her haste to race out, basket in hand, that she didn’t even notice Groves not five paces behind until he was at her side, carefully unpinning clothing from the line and throwing it into the basket as she did.

“You shouldn’t, sir,” she insisted – albeit distractedly. “If the Norringtons see…”

“They’re out – they’ve taken Antonia into town. And you must know Theodora well enough by now to know she’d judge me more harshly if I did not help you,” he snorted. “Furthermore, I feel I owe you for that dreadful fright I gave you.”

He had a point there – and she didn’t really anticipate their ire, but it simply did not look good for their guest, for their very old friend, to be seen engaging in drudgery while he stayed. But the rain grew heavier, raining down upon them with the ferocity of hailstones, and whatever reservations she had were soon washed away by it.

Groves proved to be a skilled tactician, too, for he soon realised that she could take down the clothing at least twice as quickly as he, and adopted a new strategy. Shrugging off his coat, he stood in a shirt and waistcoat that soon grew sodden, and shielded the basket with his overcoat so that the clothing within wouldn’t be drenched by the time she was done. He cut a ridiculous figure, hunched awkwardly over the basket as though his back was bent with age he could hardly boast of. When his actions earned him a disbelieving stare, he simply laughed and urged her to hurry. She didn’t need to be told twice.

They returned indoors freezing, soaked through, robbed of their breath by cold and exertion both…but giggling like children. Best of all, most of the clothing was little more than damp. And they could both pretend that the flush of their cheeks was thanks to the cold, rather than the fact that they could not look one another in the eye without smiling.

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Taking fanfiction requests for specific fandoms

My style of writing: - Self insert (reader/you) - Present or past tense - SFW or tastefully NSFW

Fandoms I write: - Breaking Bad - Better Call Saul - Peaky Blinders - Harry Potter - Game of Thrones - Lord of the Rings - Spartacus - Guardians of the Galaxy - Shogun - The Walking Dead - Divergent - Hunger Games - Detroit Become Human - Dragon Age - Mass Effect - Pirates of the Caribbean

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Davey Jones x first mate reader 🐙👧

The angel of the Dutchman😇

A/n: hello this was a request from @savvythepirate.

Synopsis: the reader has an encounter with someone from her dark past and Davey tries to protect her from it.

Warning: death.

The flying dutchman arose from the depths of the seas, a storm brewed across the sky as the cursed ship had risen. Rain poured over the front deck, sounds of screams could be heard as the upper crew whipped the lost souls. The captain of the ship was on top of the upper deck, his tentacle beard twirled in the rain. Davey Jones sailed through the storm like he owned it, the ocean was his. The crew had either feared him or respected him; he was the only one that could control them. Over the years barnacles and rotten fish parts had grown over the crew, that was except for one person. That one person being the only one who hadn’t had to suffer like the rest, the only person Davey saved instead of dooming.

Y/n was the first mate of the dutchman, she had sailed with Jones over the years and over those years he had grown close to her. Davey had never ever and would refuse to put a protection with just anyone, but y/n was a special case. The legends say, “if you plead to the angel of the dutchman, mercy will spare those in need”.

Y/n had lived many legends and myths, she was a living ghost, the mercy to the judgement, Jones’s good side. She was the only person that Jones’s would listen too, he would never let anything harm her and if the crew went behind her back, a sword would greet their fate. However even legends have unfortunate fates, terrible tales of heart aching pain they wish to forget.

Many have heard the story of Davey Jones but none of the angel of the Dutchman, y/n was set to be a sacrifice due to her father paying his debt through his daughter. Y/n’s father was a captain, he had no bravery nor generosity, y/n’s father paid anything to save his own skin including his daughters soul. Davey had agreed to take y/n’s soul, in turn the father would live to see another day. The thing is, he had never said anything about eternal life and therefore due to unfortunate events, passed during a storm leaving y/n on the dutchman.

Y/n earned her position through learning Davey’s story, she sympathized with him unlike most mortals. The first mate position was “previously” taken, but to y/n’s luck he had an opening.

“Captain Jones, I caught sight of a ship trailing our waters” y/n smiled.

Davey’s head turned to his first mate, he was prepared to torture those who haven’t fulfilled their debt or promise. “Those who trail the water’s of the Dutchman shall join the crew or die at the depths of seas” as the rules states.

“I believe we be needin’ more ta’ add to our crew” Davey laughed; he had changed course to track down the lost ship.

The flying Dutchman sailed through the storm to catch up to the lost ship, all the crew were changing course as screams of agony could be heard on the main deck. The dutchman was catching fast to the lost ship trying to sail away, the ship had no where to go as the dutchman pulled it’s canons to the side of the lost ship. Many sailors from the lost ship jumped overboard knowing they wouldn’t want to suffer a fate worse than Jones’s ship. The remainder had been captured and taken on board the ship of legends, the Flying Dutchman.

Davey had his pipe in hand and eyed up the new potential members of his crew, his tentacles curled in curiosity.

He approached one of the men “Do ye fear death” smoke blew out of his mouth onto the frightened sailor. “Y,y,y” the sailor trembled “yes-, Ah!” Davey’s crewmate plunged their sword into the trembling sailors chest.

The next sailor lost at sea had caught y/n’s eye, he looked familiar, yet she couldn’t pin point the exact person she remembered. “Do ye fear death” he spoke in a raspy voice.

The sailor eyed Davey “No, no I don’t” he replied coldly.

Y/n wasn’t expecting such a cold answer, this man had no fear. Y/n still wondered why the man was so oddly familiar, was he someone from her past life, was he someone who looked coincidentally like someone else.

The answers in her head were buzzing by until the sailor spoke of her name “Y/n, y/n l/n”.

Y/n wandered up to the man, she pushed past Davey’s crew to be standing before him. “Ye be the captain’s daughter, why aren’t ya’ dead yet” the sailor questioned “I be surprised the Dutchman still has ya’ alive, ye father betted ya’ off ta’ save himself”.

Y/n’s hands gripped together, she didn’t want to relive her harsh life, her father was a cruel man. The crew would often use y/n as a torment for their entertainment, she was never free on that vessel and her father wouldn’t bat an eye to save her life. Y/n had to learn how to survive, how to fight and how to thrive for her own life. The crew was wiped out thankfully to the Dutchman while y/n’s father begged for Jones to take his daughters life instead of his. The debt was paid but to a cost, y/n’s soul, she was neither dead nor alive, just someone trapped in limbo on the Dutchman.

Y/n grabbed out her sword and held it at the man’s throat, this was the first time Jones had ever truly seen y/n in a fury. “Ye be best keepin ya mouth shut or I’ll dig be diggin’ me sword deeper inta’ ya gullet” Y/n growled.

The sailor laughed, he wasn’t afraid of the girl, he wasn’t afraid to overthrow her and drag her to the trenches. “Ye have the same spirit as yer’ father, if ye not careful, ye will end up just like him” the sailor mocked.

Y/n pushed her sword further against the man’s throat, now it all came together, this man was from her father’s crew. She remembered the man smiling down at her torment, she remembered when he was standing by her father’s side. This man was her father’s first mate, he had escaped prior to the dutchman’s arrival and underwent a new name.

“An’ what business do ye have’ with me first mate” Jones crawled up beside y/n, he held his sword directly in between the sailor’s eyes. “Me business is here with the daughter of a coward” the sailor grinned, y/n felt her stomach twist, she was having flashbacks toward her past, her past she wished to forget.

Davey had seen the horror’s from y/n’s eyes, she had no business to be tormented by this man. A sound of laughter emerged from the sailors mouth, with that a sudden swing of the metal blade had plunged the sailor’s throat. The sound of laughter had turned into gurgling as the first mate had fell to the ground, a colour of red poured from the man’s body and mixed within the rain. Y/n’s eyes slowly closed; she felt a slimy hand touch her shoulder “tha’ man ain’t even a soul worthy of sailin’ with us”.

Y/n’s hand touched Davey’s in reassurance, she had realized, she had people who truly cared for her. Y/n had someone who took her on, he may not have been the kindest nor the most sympathetic man in the world, but he raised y/n to be someone of her own. She was thankful the captain had a soft spot for her, he protected her from terrible and terrifying things. A soft smile appeared on y/n’s face as she hugged the man who saved her from death itself.

The captain awkwardly froze in confusion, his claw hand patted the girl’s head gently. Y/n smiled to herself as the captain and the angel hugged in the rain.

Y/n was known as a legend of the Dutchman, a ghost that shed mercy toward those that needed it.

anyways that’s all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

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youalmostcapturedjacksparrow · 1 year

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𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟟

Chapter 17: Getting Back

General POV

Only the chubby and the fake eyed pirate were giving another job.

They were to disguise themselves so that Norrington's men would be distracted.

The other pirates on the other hand were starting to climb onto the rope of the anchor. On top of the Dauntless.

Mr. Swann asked the guard in front of the door were Rosemary and Elizabeth were stuck to be alone for a second with them.

'Girls' He knocked on the door. But no sound came out.

' I just want you girls to know.

I'm proud of what you did to save Elizabeth, Rosemary.

And Elizabeth I believe you made a very good decision today. Couldn't be more proud of you to.

But you know, even a good decision, if made for the wrong reasons, can be a wrong decision. '

Rosemary was climbing trough the window when she heard what he said.

'Even Mr. Swann thinks it's a bad decision to marry Norrington' she thought to herself.

'good to know' she said softly before letting herself climb out of the window.

'Girls are you there?' Mr. Swann asked when he did not hear any sound come back.

'Are you even listening to me?' He asked when he opened the door. Seeing the window open and none of the girls left inside.

'Come on Elizabeth lets row towards the pearl!' Rosemary said. As she started rowing towards the black pearl.

'Why!? we better go to the cave! To save Will.'

'No we got to release the crew first' Rosemary answered as she rowed towards the Black Pearl.

The pirates that were a distraction in the dinghy were starting to fight with each other leaving their bodies exposed to the full moon.

Which made Norrington's eyes grow big.

'WE NEED TO GO BACK TO THE DAUNTLESS! ' He yelled as the soldiers started rowing back towards the Dauntless.

Meanwhile. In Isla the muerta.

Jack was inspecting all kinds of gold the crew of the Pearl had picked up on their voyages.

'I must admit Jack, I thought I had you figured,

But it turns out you're a hard man to predict.' Barbossa told him.

'Me I'm dishonest.

And a dishonest man you can trust to be dishonest.

Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for. ' Jack said while walking towards Barbossa.

'Because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly stupid.' Jack said before pushing Twigg down and grabbing his sword.

Jack threw Will the sword. And ran towards Barbossa starting a sword fight with him.

Will had cut his rope lose and started fighting the other three pirates who were after him.

Jack had cut the feather of Barbossa's head.

'Ha- ha' he smirked

Barbossa snarled at him and ran after him.

'You're off the edge of the map, mate.

Here there are monsters' Barbossa smirked as he pushed Jack around.

Rosemary's POV

We have reached the Pearl.

'Come on lets climb up!' I said towards Elizabeth. we climbed up on the railing

We came by a few pirates who were already choosing which piece of pie they were going to eat and taste first when they would have slit Will's throat.

Come on I motioned up towards Elizabeth.

I reached the deck and wanted to climb upwards when that stupid monkey came along again and screeched at me.

'You filthy little ' I grabbed him and threw him down towards the water.

Which made the pirates look out of the window and up the stairs looking around if they could find someone.

Elizabeth and I were thankfully already on the ship hiding.

' Down the stairs' I mouthed towards Elizabeth. and we ran to the brig on the lowest level of the ship.

'SHH' I heard Gibbs say as they looked around. And saw me coming down the stairs with Elizabeth behind me.

'ITS ROSE!' He said.

Elizabeth and I opened the brig and they all came out.

Ana Maria hugged me tight.

'I knew you were a fierce girl' she smirked and we all ran up deck.

The two pirates were still looking over the railing to see what happened to the small monkey. When they got a dinghy against their head and they fell into the water.

'Come-on! We need to save Will and Jack!' I yelled at them and Elizabeth and I started pulling a dinghy towards the water.

But I noticed there were not more people trying to push with us.

'Really? ' I asked them

'I know it's the code but please..' they all shrugged.

'We love you Rose..

But this might be our death sentence and we have the pearl now.. ' Gibbs started

'Yes but Jack is still there?!' I said pointing towards the cave.

Ana Maria looked at me.

'I love you, but please don't make us do this. We got what we want now..'

And a few minutes later it was just me and Elizabeth rowing towards Isla the muerta. And we could see the Pearl sail off.

'Bloody pirates' I cursed under my breath. And we rowed a bit faster.

'I hope we're not to late' Elizabeth said.