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kastle week | day four | alternate universes | are you the one who sings?

There are rumors about the waters of Rightcap Bay. Rightcap Bay and the sharp piercing squeal of the screams, as their teeth sink into warm flesh. There are rumors about the supernatural strength that they carry in their dainty arms. Vast ships being pulled off of their bellies, to their sides, and sunk in the flash of an eye. Rumors of the magic that makes them what they are. Haunting magic. 

So, Frank doesn’t necessarily want to be here, in this tiny long boat just off shore - where the Colonel watches them impatiently, on this fucking suicide mission. Because, mark his words, that’s what this is. Battle he’s good at. Battle he can do. Put him up against a filthy maggot piece of shit pirate and he’ll gun him down without blinking an eye. One shot, one kill. Put him up against those fucking scum twaddlers and he’ll drive his sword straight through their hearts and claim their vessel for the crown, just like he’s been been taught. Just like he knows. This here, though? This here is insanity of the rich and well-to-do all boiled down into something foolish, that the Royal Navy get to die for.