*wiggles in delight* Okay, okay, you know it’s the POTC AU again. X3
Last part is here – whole tag is here – Lavender’s Blue is a folk song that dates back to the 17th century, but I used a more modern version in the link because it’s honestly the prettiest one I could find – Leave Her Johnny is a traditional sea shanty, pinpointing it as being from the 18th/19th century, even though I haven’t been able to find a concrete date of when the original version was actually written anywhere, but whatever, who cares – the myth of Orion and Artemis has several variations, but I just used one of the most popular ones because it fits the narrative – I love my dear @cursebreakerfarrier and her girl Jules’s relationship with my precious boi Bill so much –
And that’s it! Let’s get right to it!! Eeeee~!!! *goes off and fangirls some more*
When it comes to dividing loot, one of the central tenants of the Pirate Code set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew – as well as every other specialized code set by individual pirate captains – was the idea of everyone getting their fair share of whatever treasure they managed to plunder, with the Captain being awarded ownership of any ships. Thus everyone in the Tower Raven’s fleet as well as the Artemis’s crew was entitled to an equal share of the treasure the Revenge’s crew had stored away on Isle de Muerta the last fifteen years. It took a while to divvy up everyone’s shares, but even with how many people there were, everyone ended up with a respectable share, all the same. Both Jacob and Orion also quickly abdicated their possible claims to the Revenge to Carewyn – a rather generous offer to some minds, considering it was the fastest galleon on the seven seas, but Carewyn could thoroughly understood why Jacob would want no part of it. If nothing else, he already had a rather impressive fleet, and the Revenge had the same bad memories for her as it did him.
It wasn’t long after the treasure was parsed into equal shares and the Tower Raven’s fleet departed that Bill pulled Jules aside.
“It looks like our little adventure is over,” he said with a faintly wry smile.
“…So it is,” said Jules.
She wasn’t smiling. She tried, but she just couldn’t shake the feeling that Bill was worried about something. Her wary expression made Bill turn a bit more serious too.
“You know Charlie and I won’t be able to return to Port Royal,” he said softly. “Your father could likely pull some strings to keep you from being punished, especially if you claimed we forced you, but…”
“I would never claim that and you know it,” Jules cut him off, her tone very reproachful.
Bill’s brown eyes crinkled up with fondness.
“…I know. That’s why I feel a little better telling you this.”
Taking her hand, he then slowly lowered himself onto one knee. Somewhere behind him, Bill could hear a quickly suppressed gasp of delight from Carewyn, and it made him grin around his scarlet cheeks up at Jules, whose face was also alight with surprise and a darkening flush.
“Juliette Farrier – you are, without question, the most amazing and wonderful woman I have ever met in my life. You’re braver than a lioness and you never let anything stand in your way, no matter what the squalls. In the words of Psalm 143:8, ‘show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life’ – ”
His entire face was a brilliant ruby red by this point. He bit his lip briefly, only for his mouth to spread into an even broader smile as he tried to hold in a laugh.
“ – so…if you could accept a pirate as your husband, over a merchant or even a man of the Church…I swear to stand by your side and love you all my days.”
Jules was visibly overwhelmed. Her face flushed and her eyes flooding with tears, she found herself starting to laugh. Then she flung herself down onto Bill, grabbing hold of him around the neck and cradling his head and shoulders.
“Yes – yes, of course I will!”
The wedding between Juliette Farrier and William Weasley was a very informal, rushed sort of affair. Since there was no church that would’ve married them and Bill couldn’t do it himself, they held it aboard the Artemis with Orion – being Captain – officiating the ceremony. Charlie and Carewyn scrounged through
the loot remaining in the cave at Isle de Muerta
to find a handsome coat made out of brown leather, a navy blue tricorn hat, a well-shined pair of boots, a rather pretty-looking off-white dress, a gold tiara, and a translucent muslin apron. Carewyn was able to cut the apron into a make-shift veil that she then helped Jules secure in her hair with the tiara.
Orion’s version of a wedding ceremony was distinctly not traditional. Rather than quoting scripture, he made a rather bizarre analogy to beavers. To his credit, it did eventually come around to the idea that they mate for life and they build their own home out of nothing together out of whatever’s available to them, which Carewyn thought was actually rather sweet.
Once the vows were read and the bride and groom shared their first kiss as husband and wife, the crew threw a makeshift wedding party on board the Artemis, with Carewyn singing a song for Bill and Jules’s first dance.
“Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly, lavender’s green
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen:
Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?
‘Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.”
Once the dance was over, Carewyn couldn’t stop herself from throwing her arms around both of them, hugging them both with all of her strength. Soon Charlie had thrown himself into the huddle too, and the four were all clinging to each other, crying and smiling all the while.
“Jules,” Carewyn said seriously, “I want you, Bill, and Charlie to take the Revenge.”
The three all looked taken aback.
“What?” said Charlie.
“It’s the fastest galleon in the entire ocean, and easily the most feared pirate ship as well,” she explained, her eyes trailing from Charlie to Bill to Jules. “It may need some fixing – I daresay it’d be a good idea to actually patch up those leaks with more than just magic, and I figure you’ll want to christen it with a new name…but…”
Her blue eyes drifted down to Jules’s shoulder.
“…If you must be considered criminals, with no chance of reprieve…then I don’t want the Navy to ever, ever catch you. I want you on a vessel so strong and so fast…that I can never catch up to you again.”
Bill, Charlie and Jules all stared at Carewyn, their eyes filling up with emotion seeing how strong of a face Carewyn was trying to put on, despite the pain she no doubt felt. Then Jules secured her arm more tightly around Carewyn’s shoulders, resting her forehead beside her friend’s affectionately.
“And if you must stay behind…then I want you to know that we’ll always…always come for you, Carey.”
Charlie nodded, resting his own head on Carewyn’s shoulder as he squeezed her shoulder. “Always.”
Bill’s eyes were streaming with tears. He seemed too overcome by his emotions to speak, so instead he brought up a hand and smoothed some hair out of his best friend’s face, placing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. Carewyn trailed a hand through his hair to comfort him.
“Look…after Percy for us?” Bill murmured in her ear, his voice choked with tears.
Carewyn blinked back her tears as best she could. “Of course.”
Not long later, Captain Jules Weasley boarded the newly christened Revolution with her First Mate and husband Bill and her Quartermaster and brother-in-law Charlie, and the three set off for Tortuga. Orion and the crew of the Artemis had arranged to meet them there and help them with ship repairs, since it would likely only take a scooner like the Artemis an extra day to reach Tortuga after dropping Carewyn off on an island frequented by rum runners, rescued, and returned to the Navy.
The next few days aboard the Artemis was rather more relaxed than on the voyage to Isle de Muerta. Everyone was in pretty good spirits thanks to the significant pay-out, so the nights were spent on deck drinking lots of rum and singing old pirate favorites like Spanish Ladies and Yo Ho A Pirate’s Life for Me. (That last one Carewyn was even able to coax Orion onto his feet and dance with her for, and the rather drunk crew was absolutely beside themselves with laughter, seeing the broad smile and dark flush on their tipsy captain’s face.)
On the last night of their voyage, however, as the sun went down, Orion did not join the festivities. The crew wasn’t too perturbed by it, as he apparently often stayed off to the side rather than get as active as he had that previous night. Despite this, though, McNully still lifted himself up into the rigging and paid Orion a visit at the helm while the rest of the crew drank and sang down below.
“Penny for your thoughts, Orion?” he asked amusedly.
Orion glanced up at McNully serenely. “Oh, merely…meditating on what would’ve happened, had the Scorpion not appeared.”
“The Scorpion?” repeated McNully, as he cocked an eyebrow.
Orion nodded up at the sky, to a certain cluster of stars.
“The Scorpion – Scorpio. I wonder what would have happened if Apollo had not sent him to sting the heel of the hunter Orion – what might have been his fate, then.”
McNully glanced from the constellation to down at Orion, frowning slightly.
“Well…he would’ve kept hunting with Artemis, I suppose,” he said slowly, “like he did before.”
“Yes…but would he have been able to do that ad infinitum? Would they have been able to hunt together, side by side, for the rest of Orion’s life, until he’d lived to a ripe old age? Or, like it’s said happened to the goddess Calypso…would it be too difficult for a goddess and a mere man to walk the same path for more than a short while…when the paths set before them are destined to diverge?”
Orion’s voice was very detached, but McNully knew him well enough that he could hear the quiet intensity in his voice. This thought exercise of his had been more than simple meditation, this McNully was sure of.
The First Mate considered Orion for a moment, contemplating his answer.
“…Well…I suppose that’s something Artemis and Orion would’ve probably had to plot out themselves, if it’d come to that. Reckon those sorts of things are always a 50-50 thing, no matter who the players are.”
Orion glanced at McNully out the side of his eye. “‘Those sorts of things?’”
“Yeah – heart-related things. In the story you’re talking about, Orion was the only man Artemis ever loved, right?”
Orion’s dark eyes flickered down to the crew below. “…Aye.”
“Well, love kind of involves communication, so I’ve heard,” said McNully amusedly, “and while I’m no expert in love, I do pride myself on my communication skills. And from where I stand, I’d say that it’s up to those people to decide whether what they’ve got is more important than what ‘path’ they’re meant for or not. And unless there’s action on one or both people’s parts, there’s a 99.5% chance that both them and everyone around them will be left wondering forever what could’ve been.”
Orion didn’t answer. McNully followed his gaze down to the newly redressed Commodore Carewyn on the deck, who was leading the rest of the crew in a sea shanty.
“Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high…
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
She shipped it green and none went by,
And it’s time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don’t blow,
And it’s time for us to leave her.”
Orion’s eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, darkening with an emotion that McNully couldn’t place – then, rather swiftly, he turned and headed for the stairs that led down to the main deck.
“I’ll take the first watch in the crow’s nest, McNully,” he said levelly. “Please see that the crew finishes up soon, so that we can start our nightly rounds.”
“…Aye, aye, Captain.”
The crew didn’t pay mind to the Captain walking past them on his way to the crow’s nest, but Carewyn couldn’t help but notice that he avoided any of their eyes. Not long after, the crew all
started getting ready to go to sleep down below in their makeshift cots
and hammocks. Carewyn, however, was too disconcerted by Orion’s behavior
and couldn’t help but approach McNully. When she did, he merely
shrugged and told her not to worry – Orion liked to go up to the crow’s
nest alone to meditate, and it didn’t always mean he was in a bad mood. All the same, Carewyn decided to stay on deck and take the watch with
McNully considered her for a moment, before he finally added an
aside to her.
meditating, there’s only about a 45% chance he’ll talk to you.
But…keep in mind that there’s only about a 25% chance that he’d talk to me.
…I reckon those are odds worth chancing.”
Carewyn made her way up into the crow’s nest. She found Orion there,
resting his arms on the railing of the crow’s nest with his eyes closed
and head bowed.
She settled herself next to him, resting her arms on the
railing beside his. At first she was reluctant to speak, considering
how clearly focused he was despite his eyes being closed. Then, at
last, the Commodore finally brushed her newly retied ponytail over her
shoulder and settled on asking him.
“…Would you prefer me to not say anything, while we watch together?”
Orion was quiet for a moment. Then, without opening his eyes, he murmured, “…You could sing something.”
Carewyn smiled slightly. “All right. Any requests?”
“‘A Maid in Bedlam.’”
hadn’t taken him long to come up with it. Carewyn’s smile spread a bit,
before she looked out at the sea and sang it for him.
“Just as she sat there weeping, her love, he came on land.
Then, hearing she was in Bedlam, he ran straight out of hand –
He flew into her snow-white arms, and thus replied he:
‘I love my love because I know my love loves me.’
She said, ‘My love, don’t frighten me, are you my love or no?’
‘Oh yes, my dearest Nancy, I am your love, also.
I have returned to make amends for all your injury…
I love my love because I know my love loves me.’
So now these two are married, and happy may they be,
Like turtle doves together, in love and unity.
All pretty maids, with patience wait, that have got loves at sea –
I love my love because I know my love…loves…me.“
ghost of a smile had settled into the corners of Orion’s lips as he
listened. When Carewyn finally finished, he opened his eyes and looked
out at the horizon.
“Did you…sing that song, while you were on the Revenge?” he murmured.
Carewyn looked at him in surprise.
“…How did you know?”
mermaid was singing the song around our ship one night while we were
bound for Isle de Muerta. She said she’d learned the song from a maid
locked in the brig of a pirate ship.”
Carewyn’s eyes softened in understanding. She looked back out at the sea too, her expression becoming a little more serious.
I was on the Revenge,” she said softly, “I…well, I wasn’t myself, at
points. I was scared, and angry…and that night…”
Her eyes darkened.
night…was the worst of all of them. I don’t even know how I fell
asleep. But I did, and…sure enough…there you were.”
looked up, startled. Carewyn’s lips were spread in something of a
bittersweet smile even though her gaze was still on the sea.
said you appeared in my dreams at random, but I don’t think that’s
wholly true,” she admitted. “You wouldn’t appear whenever I felt cheerful or excited. Instead you always seemed to
appear…whenever I was drowning. Whenever I was in a dark
place…hopeless and useless. Whenever I most felt…like I deserved to
It was strange saying any of this aloud. It made
Carewyn feel oddly fragile and vulnerable. With a swallow, she put on
the bravest smile she could as she forced herself to meet Orion’s eyes.
guess…whenever I end up in that place…remembering when I was able
to help you…it helps, somehow. It…orients me, like a compass. It
helps me remember how much better I feel about myself, knowing that I
can take care of others.”
Orion stared at Carewyn, his mouth
slightly open as his eyes searched her expression. They rippled with an
intense emotion, but Carewyn couldn’t quite seem to place it – was it
empathy? Pain? Longing? Relief?
His kohl-lined eyes drifted down to his belt. Then,
carefully, he detached his little black-lidded compass from his belt and
held it up in both hands so she could see it.
“Would you like to hear the tale of how I first acquired this compass?” he asked.
Carewyn looked down at it curiously and nodded.
was a gift,” said Orion. “A gift from a king, who was captured by an
enemy kingdom and then sold into slavery. He ended up on a ship owned by
the East India Trading Company, bound for the Caribbean…a ship I’d joined as a
cabin boy. I was fourteen, going under the name ‘Smith,’ as it was the only name I’d been given at the time, besides ‘boy.’
long after the ship set sail, I overheard the king planning a slave
revolt against the sailors on board – and I had to make a choice.
1, I could report what I heard to the captain…or 2, I could say
nothing. Instead I picked a third option – I helped him. I left his
manacles a little too loose that night and told him where he could
safely maroon the sailors who didn’t want to stay. So when the revolt
happened…the king dropped off the entire crew except me. I
agreed to stay long enough to help him sail home, since he and his
people didn’t have any experience sailing a British ship. The king named me his First Mate and asked me to call him by his given name…Amari.”
Carewyn’s eyes widened in amazement. Orion smiled gently at the look on her face and nodded, before his expression grew much more serious again.
“It wasn’t long after, however, that Cutler Beckett – the man who owned the slave ship – sent pirate hunters out to retrieve his ‘stolen cargo.’ On
our way back to the Ivory Coast, we were locked in a sea battle, and Amari was mortally injured. As he lay on the deck, he made me promise
to take his family home…and once I did…he gave me his compass. I
used it to safely sail us away from the pirate hunters and drop the crew off close to home, before I took the next ship
out of Africa, which plopped me down in the Caribbean.
“When I landed in Port Royal, however, news had already reached the Navy positioned there of my ‘theft of Company property.’
I was immediately locked in irons, branded, and set to be hanged the
following morning. I barely remember now how I managed to shake off the
soldiers escorting me to the jail, but sure enough, I did…”
dark eyes softened slightly – he reached out to take both of Carewyn’s
hand and place the compass gently in her hands, his own hands cupping
around hers so that she’d hold it.
“…And, as fate would have it…ran straight into you.”
Carewyn’s wide blue eyes ran over his face in disbelief.
heard so many bizarre tales of the infamous Orion Amari and his exploits, but she
couldn’t for the life of her remember having heard anything about how he
became a pirate in the first place. And to hear now that it was all
because he’d helped a ship full of slaves return home…to keep a
promise he’d made to someone he’d clearly respected…
She’d known Orion was a good man – but she realized that before that moment, she’d had no concept just how good.
Her eyes softened upon the compass in their joined hands.
“…It’s no wonder you’ve kept it even after it broke, then,” she said gently. “It’s truly very special.”
Orion’s dark eyes rippled over her face. “Aye…but it’s never been broken, however much it hasn’t worked for me, recently.”
Carewyn blinked in confusion.
compass does not point North – nor has it ever done so,” he explained.
“Instead…it points to whatever you
want most in this world. If you wished to find treasure, it would point
you to it. If you wished to escape, it would point you to safety. If you
wished to sail homeward …it would point the way.”
glanced down at the compass and then back up at Orion’s face, feeling a
bit skeptical despite herself. The pirate captain’s mouth spread in an amused
“You don’t believe me?” he asked.
“I didn’t say that,” said Carewyn primly. “It’s just…hard to believe…”
She once again looked down at the compass and then back up at him.
“…Is that really true?”
Orion’s eyes twinkled. “Every word.”
Carewyn considered him for a moment carefully, her eyes scanning his face as she thought this over.
“…So I suppose the reason it’s not working for you…is you don’t know what you want?”
Orion’s face grew a lot more solemn.
the contrary,” he said softly. “It’s more…that my heart is so focused
on one thing…it’s made it so the compass, in my hands, will point
nowhere else. Ever since you escaped the Artemis…it’s been locked in place.”
His hands adjusted on top of hers holding his
compass, his thumbs resting on the sides of her wrists.
fell down to their joined hands – then, her eyes slowly widening,
she looked back up at Orion.
“…When you came to Port Royal…”
Orion inclined his head. “The compass was pointing me there.”
“And…Isle de Muerta…”
“I only found because the compass was pointing me there, too.”
voice was still as level as ever, but he suddenly looked quite a bit
paler. Something in the back of his calm, serene eyes seemed oddly
tentative – insecure.
Carewyn stared at him, hardly daring
to believe it. If she was understanding Orion correctly, then…the
thing his compass had been pointing toward…
heart had swelled to a seemingly impossibly large size in her chest,
almost painfully so. It made Carewyn unsure of what even to say or do –
she couldn’t contain her emotions, and was forced to cover her face in
both hands, cutting herself off as she struggled to regain her
At long last, she took a breath.
“‘She said…‘my love, don’t frighten me…are you…my love, or no?’”
straightened up visibly as she slid her hands from her face,
beaming up at him with perhaps the most emotional, most beautiful smile
he’d ever seen on her face.
“‘…Oh yes, my dear Orion…I am your love, also.’”