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Thoughts on POTC5

Not that anyone cares, but I’m very conflicted about how to feel with the new Pirates movie. Spoilers ahead, obviously. Overall, the plot was cool, I really liked the villains, and the stunts and special effects were incredible. But one thing is bothering me so much that I really can’t overlook it, even in light of all the super cool features I just mentioned.

They undid Jack Sparrow’s entire origin story??

Like, I get that this isn’t a big deal for people who aren’t massive fans like I am, but the reason I love Jack Sparrow so much is that he is the definition of chaotic good. Jack Sparrow became a pirate because he refused to carry slaves on the cargo ship the Wicked Wench, and so as punishment, he was chained to the ship as it was lit aflame, and left to die (which is when he made a deal with Davy Jones to resurrect the Wench and turn it into the Black Pearl). 

In the flash-back seen between Salazar and Sparrow, there is a purposeful shot revealing that the ship Jack is on is, in fact, the Wicked Wench. However, it is clear that he is not in charge of this ship (until the captain dies, of course). At first, I was thinking this was pre- East India Trading Co. Era, but in the middle of the scene, Jack hoists a pirate flag on the ship. So now, apparently, the Wicked Wench was always a pirate ship? I mean, this can’t have been post-slave incident, because after that the ship became the Pearl. 

So, essentially, the script writers just…skips over that narrative, I guess? Not to mention that in this movie, Jack gets his compass from some random ass dude, when it was canonically mentioned in the second movie that he got the compass from a barter with Tia Dalma…

And you know what? It pisses me the fuck off. Jack Sparrow isn’t some “accidental” pirate who just so happens to inherit a compass. He was a purposeful, decisive young man who took a stand against a system he knew was wrong, and died for his beliefs. He may be spineless and cunning at times, but he does have a heart. He literally laid down his life for those slaves, and its a damn shame that we don’t get to officially see that.

Now, I’m not saying that this movie completely erases that narrative; this flash-back might somehow weirdly fit in the given timeline, but the fact that it wasn’t properly explained or explored is just shitty. What they essentially do is, they give the super-nerds, people who love this universe, a small glimpse at this origin, but then leave it up to the audience to either decide that this new information replaces the canon story we’ve been told before, or they must figure out some odd way to fit it into the story we’ve been told with The Price of Freedom. Either way, it’s just thrown in there. I would have totally been fine with the scene if they weren’t on the Wicked Wench. Like, if they were on just a regular ship, I’d totally believe everything. But no, the scene takes place on a ship that will later become the infamous Black Pearl, and you’re telling me it was a pirate vessel from the beginning? Bullshit. 

I’m not saying you shouldn’t see the movie. Please, go see the movie. It’s a great movie! Johnny Depp is such a great man and I was so incredibly thrilled to see him on screen reprising one of his best roles. Go and make your own judgements for yourself. Just know that Jack Sparrow has much more depth than what we’re given in this movie.

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The Most Dangerous Island on Earth - North Sentinel Island

Throughout human history a typical theme has been the domination of more technologically advanced societies over “simpler” or “more primitive” ones. In fact in the past 500 years, European societies would come to dominate the world, spreading their culture, often through force of arms or outright genocide.  More often than not, the meeting of Old World peoples with New World natives tended to end very badly for the natives. Many cultures were wiped out, many more assimilated or adapted their cultures with European culture. Today there are few places where people living have not in some way been touched by the modern world. One notable exception is North Sentinel Island, located in the Bay of Bengal.

Officially North Sentinel Island is territory of India, part of the Andaman Islands. In reality the people of North Sentinel Island are their own people, free from any known government or modern organization.  Apparently, the Sentinelese are very much happy to keep it that way. Throughout their entire known history, the Sentinelese have been known to viciously fight against any trespass or incursion on their small island. Going back to ancient times the Indians called the island “Cannibal Island”, and told many tales of the dangerous and ruthless natives who inhabited it. Those tales were passed on to the ancient Greeks after the invasion of northern India by Alexander the Great, and thus the infamous legends of the island were mention by Ptolemy. Marco Polo recieved word of the island during his travels to China, writing about the islanders, “They are a most violent and cruel generation who seem to eat everybody they catch.” 

Since then, every expedition to island has been met with extreme hostility, and as a result the island has been left untouched to this day. Throughout the 16th-18th centuries many an explorer or shipwrecked sailor met their end on the island at the hands of the Sentinelese. In 1867 a British merchant ship shipwrecked on the island, and its surviivg 110 man crew spent several days fighting off the islanders with guns and swords. Many were killed and wounded in the battle before rescue. This prompted an expedition of reprisal by the Royal Navy who landed marines on the island a short time later. Most of the Sentinelese had disappeared into hiding, knowing that they couldn’t fight a battle against such overwhelming force. In the end the British left in frustration with two elderly Sentinelese and four children.

Today the idea of angry natives attacking shipwrecked sailors or explorers might be something you’d only see in a Pirates of the Caribbean movie, however Sentinelese resistance to the outside world continued so that even in the 20th century people tended to steer clear of the island. In 1974 a film crew from National Geographic landed on the island in modern boats in an attempt to make contact with the islanders with peace offerings of a box of coconuts, a baby doll, and a live pig. The Sentinelese met the crew fully armed and ready for war. As a result, a the National Geographic director took an arrow to the knee, the pig was mutilated alive, and the crew was forced to bug out under a hail of arrows and spears. 

In 1981 the cargo ship Primrose shipwrecked on the island, and the Sentinelese immediately surrounded the ship, shooting at the crew with bows and several times attempting to board the ship. The crew not only radioed for help, but asked for an urgent airdrop of firearms so they could defend themselves. The drop was delayed by weather but the crew were able to fend off the attacks with a pistol, firefighting axes, and flare guns. They were rescued after a week long siege. The Sentinelese dismantled much of the ship and used the scrap iron for arrow and spearheads. It’s remaining hull can still be seen from google earth.

The only known man to peacefully visit the island was an anthropologist named Trilokinath Prandit in 1991, who several times landed on the island with gifts which he left upon the beach.  When he did meet the natives they shot arrows at him and waved their genitals at him. However at one point he was able to make peaceful contact with some of the natives. However as as he left the island, the natives had a change of heart and began shooting arrows at him once more, he hasn’t been back since.

Today North Sentinelese Island is protected by the Indian Government and it is illegal to land there. The reasons for this are to keep the Sentinelese culture intact, and prevent the spread of disease from the island. Note that in history native peoples often suffered deadly diseases after making contact with newcomers. Another reason for creating a 3 mile exclusionary zone around the island is because in 2006 two drunk fisherman landed on the island and were murdered. Thus the Indian Government set up the contact ban to protect outsiders from the Sentinelese as much as protecting the Sentinelese from the outside world. In 2004 an Indian Coast Guard helicopter flew over the island to see if the Setinelese were OK after the 2004 Indian Ocean Earthquake, and to offer help if needed. The helicopter found that the Sentinelese were not only OK after the tsunami, but didn’t want anything any aid at all as they fired arrows at the helicopter.

 Today we still no nothing about the language, culture, and ethnicity of the Sentinelese Islanders. The only pictures we have of them are from the occasional illegal drone which buzzes over the island, and is typically met with a hail of arrows. It seems that despite seeing things such as ships, helicopters, and robotic drones, the Sentinelese don’t want fuck all to do with the modern world.

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115th Anniversary of the Antikythera Mechanism's Discovery
Today's Google Doodle

On this date in 1902, Greek archaeologist Valerios Stais sifted through some artifacts from a shipwreck at Antikythera. The wrecked Roman cargo ship was discovered two years earlier, but Stais was the first to notice an intriguing bit of bronze among the treasures. It looked like it might be a gear or wheel. That corroded chunk of metal turned out to be part of the Antikythera Mechanism, an ancient analog astronomical computer.

The Antikythera Mechanism tracked planetary positions, predicted lunar and solar eclipses, and even signaled the next Olympic Games. It was probably also used for mapping and navigation. A dial on the front combines zodiacal and solar calendars, while dials on the back capture celestial cycles. Computer models based on 3-D tomography have revealed more than 30 sophisticated gears, housed in a wooden and bronze case the size of a shoebox.  

fun facts about marquis de lafayette
  • came to america illegally, against the rules of the king, disguised as a pregnant woman
  • didn’t tell his wife that he was gone until after he was sailing away
  • got captured and brought back to france again, escaped on a cargo ship and bought all of the cargo to keep the ship from stopping
  • was raised on a farm because after his father died his mom fucked off to paris without him
  • got laughed off the dance floor by marie antoinette once
  • after the revolution he came to america and people were making gloves with his face on them
  • he refused to kiss the hands of ladies wearing these gloves because he didn’t want to kiss himself
  • named his only son georges washington de lafayette
  • named his daughter marie antoinette virginie de lafayette and called her virginie after washington’s home state
  • fought in the revolution for free because he loved america that much
  • napped with george washington under a tree once while using washington’s coat as a blanket
  • he was super tall especially for the time, like 5'11"
  • became fluent in english within a year of arriving in america
  • found out about the revolution from king george’s cousin, who was complaining about the revolts at a dinner party
  • is buried under american soil and a little american flag flies over his grave to this day because he had it imported from bunker hill
  • he didn’t have to help us but he did it that was nice
  • and then we went and fucked up the country anyway
  • we need to fix it for him
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I split my time between Northwest, Washington and Los Angeles. While I’m shooting on SPN, I live in Washington and my kids are in school here in Washington now so we are trying to make this more of our home base, but we still spend about three months out of the year in LA. Which, yknow, is still great. I like this setup that we have right now. I’m not gonna pick a favorite because that’s not nice, but I like Washington better. I like this balance of having something that’s not in the big city be the home base, but being able to spend  a reasonably significant amount of time in the big city and culture-factory that Los Angeles is. I really like this town of - we’re in a place called Bellingham, which got a population of 82 thousand and it’s really accessible and beautiful, it’s right on the water. I’m looking out the window right now at islands and a cargo ship going by. It’s just really- I can show it to you. That’s the view up here. It’s pretty awesome, so that’s great. But it’s nice to be able to go back into LA and be with some real heavy hitters that are making the culture that the rest of the world consumes. So I like to have my toes in both ponds. [x]

So I like to think about what would happen if an alien sees, first hand, what a human filled with survival instincts and rage looks like. Mostly I just wanted to write this lol
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Th'wed never thought the peaceful cargo ship would have crashed, attacked by smugglers for the rare jewels they had been assigned to watch over once it exchanged hands between them and the Humans. A gift of peace. He remembers sneering when he saw the group in ornamental armor and wondering why such a brutish race had survived so long without destroying itself. He cringed when one of them, a blonde female in the robes of a scribe, bared her teeth. All of them are savages.

When the ship went down on a hostile moon orbiting the gas giant he didn’t expect to survive. But he did, all because the humans covered him and the unshielded female. Waking up covered in the viscera of the crew and surrounded by the twisted perversion of the ship he immediately turned and vomited, uncaring for the tube like filaments on his head being coated in the green slime, the scales on them and his face turning a sickly yellow of fear and pain. The cover did not save him completely from harm, leg snapped all three toes curled in pain like a fist.

That’s when he heard it. The mournful wail that sounded more like a vengeful scream. The scribe was not worse for wear but her companions has no such luck, ornamental armor unable to save them from being pierced by the gutted ship. She kneeled beside another warrior, male perhaps, with a neck twisted in a strange way. She sniffed and to his amazement began gathering the group and the crew members, laying them side by side and crossing their arms, closing the eyes of the ones that still had faces. It was a long process and more than once she had to toss away a limb. He leaned over to vomit again.

When he leaned straight again the unnerving creature was staring at him, eyes wide and glossy. She bared her teeth again and made a strange barking sound that he tried to lean away from.

“Of all the fucking people to survive it’s the chick without a gun and the racist torrin.”

She pointed to the near by body of the male she wept over, his dark skin charred black from the flames.

“His name was Christofer and if he didn’t order them to protect you, you’d be dead. Thank him, if you think you can handle thanking a ‘brutish savage’.

The scales tinged pink with embarrassment. So she had heard him complaining to the captain. He never expected her to help him up, short stature surprisingly sturdy as she helped him limp away into the foliage. He was always amazed that such tiny creatures command such fear. She was patient with the shell shocked male, saving her own tears for when they had found water. She used her outer robe to set his leg and left him to go back and scavenger for supplies. Th'wed doesn’t worry much, taking the moment to mourn as quietly as possible, scales turning a dreary grey. Help will come soon. It has to.
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Help did not come. In the passing of the gas giant and the sun, night and day both equal to three earthling days according to his guid, Morgan, she healed the hollow bones of his leg best to her ability but he suspects he will limp for the rest of his life. Her eyes grew colder everyday although she smiles more. He remembers almost fondly the hysterical laughter she had when she explained that her species barred their teeth in joy and politeness. She hunted for them while he used his own knowledge of those sector to find edible plants and fish. Their dynamic grew into a fondness, perhaps even friendship, the smaller alien often touching him. Petting his "hair” or examining his pink hued skin or his clawless limbs. She was fascinated with his eyes, large and round and completely black. Equated him to something she calls an owl.

He often looks back at the day he asked her how she knows to survive and hunt, the smile he is now able to differentiate from becoming cold and predatory.

“I grew up on a ship colony with my brother. When we landed for supplies we had to hunt for our food, too poor to use what credits we had for nutrient blocks. They caught us one day, chopped off my brothers hand when he took the wrap. When I joined the military to provide for them they gave me survival training. Never know when a ship crashes and you have to make it until a ship comes for you.”

His respect grew as he sat in the small lodging they built together. From the craftsmanship of the things she lovingly carved he suspected she wanted to be something else and not a military lackey. The short alien from then on began using familiar nick names and hugging often. Pack instincts. He would have sneered months ago at the notion. She was a peaceful woman who laughed more often than she cried and went against every stereotype he knew. It lulled him in security with her, forgetting the predator she was.

An animal, one he never saw before but was monstrous in size and shape attached him while he gathered one day, snapping his makeshift cane and almost crushing his ribs in one swipe of its spotted paw. It’s long snout split the wrong way, vertical mouth filled with slavering teeth. Knowing he was going to die he lied limp on the forest floor and awaited the golden afterlife. He heard a great roar from behind him and felt the sweeping air of a spear over his body.

The creature backed off while his human crouched over his body, eyes wild, pupils so blown they almost dominate her eyes. Her chest heaves and fists tighten. Looking at her face he felt both of his hearts almost stop in pure fear. He wonders how he could have ever mistaken her smiling for a show of aggression. He can clearly see the artificially sharpened teeth, something he dutifully ignored before, glistening in the reflective shine of the bright red gas giant hanging in the sky.

Opening her jaw in a way he almost couldn’t comprehend he let out a strangled roar and charged the thing. With every swipe it bleed. With every indigent scream it made at her she answered in kind only angrier. It was insistent, probably not used to its food fighting back, and made as to clamp its jaws around her. Screaming for her to run did nothing. She stood there face twisted in rage as she grabbed the closing jaws and. Tore. Them. Off.

She separated the jaws until a wet cracking sound echoed but didn’t stop until she tore it completely free, fingers dripping in blood. Green for the creature and red from her own ripped palms. She tossed back her head and screamed to the sky, red planet outlining her body like a bloody halo. She looked like a god of war her people so love to worship. Rescue came weeks later from a human ship honing onto the beacon from the crash. He was roomed in the med bay while she was escorted away on the large military colony and he didn’t see her for days while he messaged his queen. When she came back she was groomed and wearing the royal blue of a generals uniform, chest glittering with the metals of valor. She grinned and stood at attention.

“We have not been formally introduced. I am general Morgan Regina of sector Terra. I was sent to ensure the first official contact with a new species went well.”

He took the offered hand which he now knows is filled with nanotechnology, turning her bones to metal and her muscles into inexhaustible strength. Even turning off her pain receptors so she will not be hindered with her own pain. Swallowing thickly he wills his face into the unfamiliar stretch of a smile and her eyes glitter at the effort. He fears her. Respects her. And will probably die fighting his people for the alliance her people offer. He is indebted, it seems, to a savage brute.
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Successful Negotiations

My players were trying to convince a stingy Harbourmaster to help them pay for a Scroll of Banishment worth 1,200 Gold Pieces that they needed to dispose of a Water Weird that was blocking trade. He had, at this point, begrudgingly offered 500 Gold.

RANGER: Reginn(druid), why don’t you check our ledger to see how are finances are?

DRUID: Oh, sure! Let me just pull out our ledger…

RANGER(ooc): So, I’m gonna start small talking with the Harbourmaster to distract him…

DRUID(ooc): And I’m gonna pull out a scroll and I’m just sorta looking at it and moving my hand like im going down the list and muttering to myself.

DM(me): Okay, cool *cue small talk with the Ranger*

DRUID(ooc): Okay, so the scroll I pulled out was actually my Scroll of Charm Person and I’m casting it on him.

DM: Omg, okay, you’re gonna have to roll Sleight of Hand vs. his Perception.

*14 vs 12*

DM: Yeah, he’s wrapped up in the small talk, he totally doesn’t notice. Aaaaand….that’s a Nat 1 on his save…

The negotiations ended with the Harbourmaster offering 750G for the Scroll as well as preferential treatment for one of the party’s NPC friends (she runs a cargo ship).

green-girl-00  asked:

I'm like a month behind on the pod, but I was just listening to the bit about low carbon travel and last year I went round the world without flying, for this reason. You have to save for a bunch longer which obviously is not possible for everyone but I would actually recommend cargo ship travel! I spent two weeks learning about the day to day life in an industry I'd never thought about, and like I got to hang out on the bridge and see the engine room and chat to crew and yeah it's pretty cool.

OK! take it from Green-Girl-00…cargo ship gravel is actually pretty cool!

That Quaint Small Town Named Sunnydale

Sunnydale, CA, just a couple of hours north of Los Angeles by car, must be the most interesting place to live! With a population of only 38,500 (as per the “Welcome to Sunnydale” sign in 2x03 “School Hard”), this piece of suburbia has:

Geographical Features

  • A hellmouth (1x01 “Welcome to the Hellmouth”)
  • A lake (1x12 “Prophecy Girl”)
  • A beach (2x20 “Go Fish”)
  • A cliff called Kingman’s Bluff (3x10 “Amends”)

Government and Cultural Institutions

  • Sunnydale Zoo (1x06 “The Pack”)
  • Natural History Museum (2x04 “Inca Mummy Girl”, 2x21 “Becoming, Part One”)
  • Two hospitals: Mercy Hospital (1x12 “Prophecy Girl”), and Sunnydale Memorial a.k.a. Sunnydale General Hospital (1x07 “Angel”, 2x18 “Killed by Death”)
  • A military base, one with a rocket launcher (2x14 “Innocence”)
  • A secret military agency, built underground, called the Initiative (4x04 “Fear Itself”)
  • Several high schools (and presumably a number of elementary and middle schools as well): Sunnydale High, Fondren High (2x02 “Some Assembly Required”), Kent Preparatory School (2x05 “Reptile Boy”), Miss Porter’s (3x02 “Dead Man’s Party”)
  • Two colleges: Crestwood College (2x05 “Reptile Boy”), and UC Sunnydale (4x01 “The Freshman”)

Concentration of Consecrated Grounds

  • 43 churches (2x10 “What’s My Line, Part Two”)
  • 12 cemeteries (3x17 “Revelations”)

Transportation Hubs

  • Sunnydale Bus Depot (2x04 “Inca Mummy Girl”)
  • A port that can accommodate large cargo ships, possibly those bound for Asia (2x13 “Surprise”)
  • Sunnydale International Airport (3x19 “Choices”, 6x01 “Bargaining, Part One”). An “international” airport is one equipped to handle immigration and customs.
  • Sunnydale Train Station (5x14 “Crush”), also a terminus (a station at the end of a railway line)

Historical/Mystical Landmarks and Artifacts

  • The du Lac Cross (2x09 “What’s My Line, Part One”)
  • Glove of Myhneghon (3x07 “Relevations”)
  • Gem of Amarra (4x03 “Harsh Light of Day”)
  • The Scythe, forged centuries ago for the Slayer (7x21 “End of Days”)
  • Old Sunnydale Mission, a Catholic mission buried by an earthquake in 1812 (4x18 “Pangs”)
  • An Egyptian (wth, Joss?) tomb, sheltering the last of the Guardians (7x21 “End of Days”)

Other Unique Features

  • A high mortality rate (2x20 “Go Fish”)
  • A sewer tunnel network popular among vampires and demons (1x02 “The Harvest”)
  • A multitude of abandoned factories and houses (2x01 “When She Was Bad”)

Nearby Locations

  • Large woods (3x05 “Homecoming”, 6x02 “Bargaining, Part Two”)
  • A desert containing a sacred spot (5x18 “Intervention”, 7x13 “The Killer in Me”)
  • A dam (6x15 “As You Were”)
  • Shadow Valley Vineyards (7x18 “Dirty Girls”)

Ya all cant convince me by this point that the garla aint a very social species that does not like being alone

Like you almost never see a garla alone, and the one garla you see alone is the guy who’s fucking planting bombs and freeing prisoners when he should be infiiltrating the higher ranks, or the guy working in a people dense inviroment. or the guy who literally traps people to work with him and got very attached to hunk when he showed prowess and better food judgement then him.

also the one garla  that goes to earth on what i assume was a solo mission to figure out stuff about the blue lion? gets into it with a human, another incredibly social species, then has a baby with him.

random garla soldier meets someone “from the main fleet) and immediatly assures them that they get the commanders name wrong as well and feels comfortable enough to ask if theres a way to get in the main fight and admitting that he’s bored on the cargo ship, AND admitting that he’s not the most blood thirsty galra out there to this total stranger

even sendak- mister “there weak becouse they value others lives” commends and talks with his officer when he can easily leave him in the dark and just tell him what to do

and zarkon- mister big bad who has commanders who take care of and care for his crew exicuted or worse goes ape shit over loosing his bond with his lion and keeps reaching out even though its obviosly pointless and not working anymore

so obviosly a social species but like- they dont like admitting there a social species, put on a tought front even though when there put on solo missions or left alone they get pretty awful at there jobs and ten times more grouchy.

So with all this in mind imagine how part garla, part human keith who obviosly has both sets of instincts and instinctual social needs in him, felt when he lost his family, could not make friends by doing what his instincts told him to do which was become the best to show his peers that he is a worthy ally to be brought into a social circle or pack, then stuck alone in the desert for around a year chasing feelings that might just be him going crazy?

Fathoms Below - Mermaid/Pirates AU with Jason Todd

A/N: So this is just part one. It has no Jaybird in it yet (Well, except for the very last sentence.) If you want to be added to my tag list for this new series, hit me up with an ask or a message. 

Tagging: @kamuithedragonlord, @cait-writes-stuff, @avengerdragoness, and @birbs-and-the-bat

Y/N stood at the helm of her ship and looked off across the waves. She could feel the mist on her skin and taste the salt from the water. She had loved the ocean as long as she had been alive. She hadn’t always been on a ship though.

She was born the child of a moderately wealthy family. They were not gentry by any means, but they had the means to live relatively comfortably. Her older sister had struck a match with a naval captain and moved to a big house on a hill. Y/N watched as her sister wasted away in a loveless marriage whilst living in the lap of luxury.

Y/N decided at a very young age that she would not make the same mistake. So when her parents announced she was to be married to another naval officer that was a close friend of her sister’s husband, she knew she needed to move.

She cut her hair off and dressed as a servant boy and ran away in the middle of the night. She found work as a galley boy on a merchant ship and left before daylight. She knew what she did was dangerous and foolish and that her family would never forgive her, but she also knew that continuing on as she had been and following the path her parents set wouldn’t be really living.

It hadn’t taken long for her to figure out exactly how a ship worked. She studied those around her and learned from example. She caught on faster than anyone the other sailors had ever seen.

One night, the merchant ship she was working was boarded by pirates. It turned out that one of the sailors was a spy for the ship, looking for a particularly expensive cargo to steal. The ship was ransacked and crippled so that they couldn’t pursue. Not that a merchant ship could do any substantial damage, but we couldn’t have them running to the Navy before the pirates could get away, now could we?

The spy for the pirates told his captain about Y/N’s skill. He took one look at the “boy” and offered him a small job on the crew. He was not a heartless man, but someone looking to make a quick buck off the misfortune of others. Besides, he had once had a son, but the boy perished of disease. Maybe it would do the ship some good to have youngblood learning the lifestyle.

Y/N knew she probably shouldn’t say yes, but the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The pirates cheered and the captain welcomed her aboard.

Months went by and the Captain began to look at her as if she were his own. He didn’t know her secret, none of the crew did. She got even better at running a ship and was elevated to various positions of command.

The Captain took it upon himself to train Y/N as his successor. He knew that to be a pirate captain was to maintain a slim balance of intimidation and people pleasing. If you weren’t intimidating, anyone could overthrow you. But if you didn’t take care of your crew, it wouldn’t matter how scary you were, they would slit your throat in the middle of the night and leave you for the sharks to eat.

He taught her every trick in the book. It was when they were sword fighting that he realized his lad was really a lass all along. But by that time, Y/N was practically his child and he didn’t have the heart to expose her or to send her away. So instead, he trained her harder. He put more expectations on her. If she was to be a Captain then she had better be ready for more pressure than ever. No man would willingly follow a female captain unless she was worth her salt.

When he was sure she could take whatever they threw at her, they revealed to the crew her true identity.  By then, the crew knew she was worth her weight in gold as a sailor. Some of the hands tried to raise a fuss, but the majority accepted it as a fact. Captain says the woman stays. She ain’t caused any trouble until this point so she might as well keep working.

When she was made first mate, there were grumblings, but they were quickly tamped down.

One night, long after the crew had settled down to her being second in charge. Her “father” fell ill. He wasn’t sick for long, but it seemed like an eternity to Y/N. Three days after his illness began, he passed away in his sleep. The crew were all shaken, but Y/N squared her shoulder and took charge. She fell into the role of leadership like she had been born to it.

Y/N took her eyes off the horizon as her thoughts returned to the present.

“First Mate Silver, how are we on this fine day?” She called out. The middle aged man meandered to the steps leading up to the platform on which she stood.

“Just fine, Captain. Looking to be a storm brewing to the South though.” The man pointed a finger to a microscopic cloud on the horizon.

“We’ll have to keep an eye out on that.” She muttered.

“Aye, Captain, we will. Might be a job for the night crew though.” Silver said.

“The sun is getting pretty low, isn’t it?” Y/N said as she handed control of the helm to the First Mate. “Keep us on track. I’m going to retire early.”

“Aye, Captain. Get a good rest.” The First Mate called as she went below. She made her way to her quarters. It was still odd to think that the room her adopted father had once called home were now hers. She felt a pang in her heart as she remembered him. She sighed and laid down on her bed. She was so busy during the day that she barely had time to mourn him, but at night she liked to remember him and let her heart heal.

She quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake up when someone entered the room. She didn’t feel the ropes looping around her hands and feet, but she startled awake when they pulled tight. She let out a yell, but was quickly silenced when someone stuck a cloth in her mouth. “Sorry, pretty, but Silver doesn’t take orders from a woman.” Her treacherous First Mate threw her over his shoulder and carried her up to the main deck.

She kicked and screamed into her gag, but his hold on her was firm.

“You know, Captain Silver, she is actually a really pretty little thing when ya be thinking about it.” One of the crew members said.

“Maybe Poseidon will make her his bride.” Silver joked as he set her on the railing. “Sorry, little mermaid, but the only reason we held out this long was for the old Captain’s memory. He wanted you to be a Captain and by golly you were. For a month. I’ll be saying a prayer for your soul.” He said as he pushed her overboards.

Y/N took a deep breath before she hit the water. She sunk like a ton of bricks and was fading quickly. She tried with all her might to kick back to the surface, but only succeeded in tiring herself out. She began to cry as her lungs burned, the only reason she knew was because of the warm water around her eyes. She sighed as her vision blurred, but right before the darkness hit her, she felt a pair of strong arms grab her waist.

anonymous asked:

prompt for rebelcaptain: soulmate au where they meet in dreams before they actually meet

As Though from a Dream



“You believe in soulmates, don’t you, Andor?”

Cassian is sixteen, still young enough that he hasn’t yet forgotten how to laugh.

“And you do, Martog?” he asks the skinny boy across from him in the mess hall of the latest Rebellion base on Talus.

Martog spoons a thick stew into his mouth and pouts. “I thought everyone believed in soulmates.”

“I believe in them,” Eller Myr says. Eller, who will not live to see twenty, pulls up the sleeve of his tunic to show them a purple mark near the crook of his elbow. It’s the size of thumbnail. If someone squinted and wanted to believe it hard enough, it could have been described as being shaped like a star. “It’s my soulmark. My other will have the same one on their arm.”

“I thought you were supposed to know your soulmate by the first word they spoke to you,” Alicele Fosbos says. She pushes the blonde hair out of her eyes and frowns deeply.

Eller shakes his head. “No, it’s definitely by a soulmark.”

“But I don’t have a soulmark,” Alicele says, her face falling.

“Maybe it will appear soon,” Eller says, putting a comforting arm on her shoulder.

“What happens if your soulmates dies before you meet them?” Alicele asks, but Eller has no answer. Nobody has an answer. They don’t ask the question’s twin: What happens if you die first?

Martog glares at Cassian. “If you don’t believe in this, then what do you believe in then, Andor?”

This time, it is Eller who laughs at Martog. “Don’t you know already? He believes in the Rebellion. That’s his soulmate.”

Cassian blanks his face and takes a sip of water. He feigns a carefree shrug. He doesn’t tell them about the dark haired, green-eyed girl who haunts his dreams.


+

The first time he dreams of her, she’s running on a black sand beach. The waves crash, violent on the shore, and without knowing how, he knows she needs to stay away, that he needs to stay away. There are sneaker waves here that will tear a man out to sea and drown him before anyone even knows he is missing. But she seems to know this. She runs toward the moss-green mountains and he can almost feel the cool air on his skin. When she vanishes from his dream, he wakes.

She grows up with him. Her skinny legs and braided hair change into womanly curves and a severe bun on the back of her head. The land where he first dreams of her changes from fire and ice to jungle to desert. He knows her and he doesn’t know her. He wracks his memory, trying to think of where they might have met, where she can be placed in all his travels, but it’s a reflexive habit, him trying to apply logic to something knows has no logic.
For two months she visits him every night, but the dreams are awash in blood, and he wakes up, heart pounding. He requests a handful of sleep aids, and for the first week, he is dreamless. But when the pills run out, she returns, and for the first time he feels her make eye contact with him.

It is then that he hears his name on her lips. “Cassian?”

He jerks awake, drenched in a cold sweat. He requests more pills until eventually, he needs to see her again, until the sensation claws at him during his waking hours.

He has come to admit that she is always going to be a part of him. He just doesn’t know why. Not yet.

+

“We need to find Liana Hallik,” Draven says in the briefing. Cassian sits next to Alicele and Captain Rois, watching their silent nods.

On the screen, the dossier flashes with Hallik’s aliases, her list of crimes and last locations. And then the blue holo follows, blinking to life, a phantom from his dreams.

He feels the blood drain out of his face.

“That is, she goes by Hallik. Her real name is the one that is important: Jyn Erso, daughter of Galen Erso, Imperial scientist.”

Cassian struggles to find his voice. His tongue is twisted; his mouth is dry. The words burn as they leave his lips. “Let me do this, sir,” he says. “Let me find her.” Her face is etched on his heart. He could find her blindfolded or in the dark of space; he would find her or he would not stop until he did.

Draven won’t deny him this request—Cassian knows this. He is their best spy, by a mile. It is his job to have.

“Find her, then,” Draven says, shutting the screen down. “And bring her in.”

Bring her home.

He dreams of her again that night. This time, he says her name, and she looks at him. Jyn.


+

“When was the last time you were in contact with your father?” he asks her. What he really wants to say is “How is it that you are real?”


+


He had expected her to return, and when she is gone too long, he goes to find her. Cassian finds Jyn in the cargo bay of the ship as it glides through the gate toward Scarif.

“You told everyone?” he asks, but he knows that she did. He can still feel where she squeezed his arm. There’s a heat burning in his belly, one that’s gone from ember to flame in the space of a week.

She holds her pendant in her hand and looks at him. “Do you believe in another life after this one?” she asks. She turns her eyes to him, and he sees the girl in his dreams.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you believe that after we die, we get to live again, somehow, maybe as someone else?”

“I’ve never thought about it,” he admits. “You believe this?” he asks, as Bodhi brings the ship down to what Cassian knows to be a suicide mission. From her expression, he knows Jyn feels the same.

“I have to. How can it be fair that this is the only chance we get?”

(We’ll take the next chance. And the next. On and on until the chances are spent.)

+

He’s dying, but he’s not alone. His wound bleeds him of his energy, but Jyn carries him. She carries him, she carries him.

In the turbolift, they can only look at one another and see the the life they should have had, the one together. He could kiss her. She could kiss him. But would it mean anything more than what they already share?

On the beach, she holds him close and tells him this: “I dreamed of you.” And he understands. It wasn’t just him all this time. It was her, too. It was always them.

The rising wave approaches: water and land; the disappearing horizon.

Do you believe in another life after this one?

I have to. How can it be fair that this is the only chance we get?


The light comes to swallows them whole, and he is filled with a strange and awful ache, one full of wonder and loss and pain. “Find me again,” he says softly, and he feels her tears against his face.

And before he draws his last breath in this life, he hears her answer, as though from a dream, a whispered I will, and he finds that in that ache, there is peace, too.

Second Chance - Part 1

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the fall of SHIELD, The Winter Soldier slowly breaks through his HYDRA programming while on the run. As he makes his way out of America on foot, The Winter Soldier slowly rediscover himself, as Bucky Barnes. 

or, the story where Bucky decides to get reacquainted with his past his own way. 

A/N: This is different than what I usually do, but I’m really liking this style so far and I’m having a blast writing this. That being said, I really do appreciate any feedback you can give me on this, thanks!

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