The Second Installment of the Seduction of Lord Vader, as told by A.H. Soka and Y.O.Da
Obi Wan was in Scarif, which was concerning actually. Obi Wan Kenobi, Rebel Operative, Dashing Duke, and Pirate King, should not be within a system of the Empire’s top secret military research base, much less in the very city in which it was located.
Still Vader took his fleet off to check it out and, as was typical when Obi Wan was involved, arrived just in time for the explosions to start. The Citadel Tower, which housed the massive databanks of the Imperial military research initiatives, was in flames.
okay let’s make this clear: elizabeth swann didn’t do shit for will in potc3. first, she was there to save jack and then she was there to avenge her father’s death. will wasn’t her motivation, she didn’t become pirate king to save him, she didn’t trade jack with will thinking of some past offence done to will. she was there to fight a war against the man WHO KILLED HER OWN FATHER. she was there to fight for freedom and for piracy. those are things that literally happened. saying that all elizabeth ever wanted was to be with will is just plain ridiculous seeing how they spent the entirety of potc3 with other priorities and hiding shit from each other. and that trend didn’t even start in awe, mind you.
hell if you want to bring dmc into this, let’s have it. the entirety of that movie is ABOUT their desires and being a good man vs a pirate. that movie represents a huge step for elizabeth in terms of character development and she spent the majority of the time away from will.
so what are we left with? cotbp? sure, elizabeth started it out looking for will, trying to save will, but as her character development progressed, she found out she was a pirate, then a pirate lord and finally a pirate king and all those titles happened FAR AWAY from will.
Title: A Different Kind of Cruelty (p.3)
Warnings: Cursing, death
Summary: This isn’t your average sweet damsel in distress that Peter seems to get stuck with. This is a kick-ass tale of pirates and fairies, punching guys, hitting jerks, and all around Neverland style adventure.
Sitting in a cage sucks. Sitting in a cage, only getting one meal a day is not cool. Sitting in a cage with nothing to do is torture.
You’ve been on display for these barbaric boys for three days. In their free time (which feels like all the time) they watch you, throw things at you, and flirt. Most of them don’t even know how to flirt. It’s kind of sad looking.
You finally understand why Penny says zoos are inhumane.
Not all of the boys are mean. There are a few who have just come to sit or talk with you. You thought those ones were pretty nice and have to constantly remind yourself that they’re part of a cult. But they seem to just want to study this strange creature- you- that has invaded their home.
At first, you shouted curses at Felix when he passed you. You were trying to taunt him into a fight. You knew you had a much better chance of escape if you weren’t in the damn cage. But he ignored you, and you gave up your plan.
The boys have been gone all day, doing God knows what. They hadn’t even left a guard with you, but your escape attempts failed. They finally return when the sun has sunk in the sky. The boys gather around the campfire in triumph.
You feel a little weak from the lack of food. Only getting fed once a day in small portions can do that to a person. You’re pretty sure you’ve only gotten 150 calories in three days. It’s a good thing you haven’t done anything physically demanding. You’ve gone without food before, but never for this long.
You’re not as worried about the food as you are about the lack of water. The Boy Scout rule is 2-2-2. You can live 2 minutes without air, 2 days without water, and 2 weeks without food. You haven’t had a sufficient amount of hydration, and you’re starting to worry.
Maybe you’re worrying a bit much, but dying of dehydration isn’t something you want to check off your to do list.
Some of the boys run past you, whooping and yelling as they come by.
“What are you guys so happy about?” you ask no one in particular. You don’t expect an answer, so when you get one, you realize whatever they did must have been a game changer.
“We killed some pirates,” one of the younger boys says, taking his place beside your cage.
“What?” you ask.
Another boy jumps into the conversation, answering your question. “There were a bunch of pirates and they weren’t being nice.”
“So we taught them a lesson.” He doesn’t speak anymore about it after that. The fact that they’re so chipper about murder worries you a bit, but you keep it to yourself.
You have a strategy to survive. You be kind to the boys, a bitch to their leaders, and don’t submit to them. Hopefully, they’ll start to respect you, and you can escape.
The boy is joined by a few more, all happily chowing down on some messy meats. Your stomach growls, but you don’t say anything. You can survive.
Felix passes by whispering to another Lost Boy. He shoots you a glare that you willingly return. He walks out of the clearing, and the boy he was speaking to gets some food and water. He brings it to you. He sets it in your cage, and it takes all your self control not to pounce on it. Instead, you take your time and eat it slowly. Politely, even.
The boys watch you with wonder in their eyes. You must seem like a different species to them. “Hey, Y/N?” one of the boys says quietly. He scoots closer to you. For some reason, you know his name is Percival.
You smile politely and take a sip of water.
“Could you… sing for us?”
You’re a bit surprised by his request, but intrigued. “Why?”
“You’re a girl,” Percival says innocently. “Girls sing.”
You’re taken aback, not to mention a little pissed off. “Who told you that?”
He shrugs. “No one. It’s what I remember.” Percival plays with a stick in the dirt, talking distractedly.
“Well, you’re wrong. I’m not singing to you because I’m a girl.”
He looks at you, confusing drawing his face. “But… girls are supposed to sing.”
Scoffing, you almost yell in an angry voice, “No, they’re not. I’m not your mother.” All the boys turn their heads, staring. Percival looks like he’s about to cry.
You use the change to speak to all of them collectively. “I’m not taking care of you. I’m not singing to you or babying you because I’m the opposite sex.”
The boys seem surprised, but others look disappointed. Even others look like they never thought you would; they obviously had other things in mind.
“I’m not here for your pleasure, either. Lay a hand on me, and you will come to regret it.” While you aren’t a good fighter, you can and will use your knowledge of poisons to your advantage.
The boys are silent. You wonder if there’s a way to shock them back into their victory dance.
“What’s everyone so glum for?” Peter asks. He had appeared out of nowhere and now stood in the middle of camp. He looks around, taking in all of the boys staring at you. “Is the little girl being mean?”
Some of the boys chuckle, but a lot of them glare daggers at you. Percival continues to cry silently.
You didn’t mean to make him cry. But you aren’t exactly sorry, either.
Peter honestly doesn’t seem to care about their anger with you. He’s about as worried about their emotions as you are.
“Are you being mean, little girl?” he whispers, leaning in front of your cage to look into your eyes. You sit up as straight as you possibly can. This cocky guy with his wiggly eyebrows doesn’t scare you.
“If I was, what would you do about it?” you ask, crossing your arms and mimicking his facial expression.
He chuckles a little. “Feisty. I like feisty.”
“I heard that rumor.”
Peter lazily leans on his cage, his arm pressed against the bars. “Enjoying your little prison?”
You can’t hold back the sarcasm. “Oh, yeah. Best cage I’ve ever been in. Honestly, I’m impressed with your work.”
Before he can reply with even a wormy eyebrow raise, a scream echoes through the clearing. Not just a normal scream. A battle cry.
“Pirates!” someone cries. “Take up arms!”
The clearing is thrown into anarchy as it’s overrun by the haughty men. The boys are locked in battle while you’re trapped in a cage. Peter and Felix are nowhere to be seen.
In the chaos, a pirate spots you. He looks just like you expect a pirate to look. He could have jumped out of one of your parents’ stories. The long blond hair, the bandana around his forehead. The rotting teeth, and sharp cutlass gripped by filthy hands.
You can see the lust and greed in his eyes as he makes his way to your cage.
“Let me out!” you cry. Against your better judgement, you give him a flirtatious smile. He’s even more eager to release you from your prison.
Before he reaches you, a Lost Boy runs a spear through his gut. You want to scream. A fourteen year old just committed murder, for heaven’s sake. And he’s smiling about it. He pushes the pirate off his spear and onto the ground. Blood pools out of his stomach, and you can see the mangled flesh. Dead eyes, the eyes that had just been so lifelike and lustful, stare back at you.
You don’t have much time to coap before you’re flipped around. Someone ran into your cage, sending you flying. Hitting a tree, the door pops open. You aren’t left unscathed; your shoulder throbs and you can’t see straight. Before someone can notice your escape, you crawl out of the cage and start making your way through the chaos. A spear almost hits you. A pirate runs into you, and you fall to the ground. For some reason, all you can think is that the grass is so green and lucious. You’d like to stay and lay on it all day.
A Lost Boy steps on your hand, bringing you back to the present. Dodging a cutlass, you run toward the forest.
A greasy haired pirate blocks your path, looking you up and down hungrily. A Lost Boy engages with him. You shoot him a silent thank you that you’re certain he didn’t receive. Swerving right in an attempt to avoid them, you run straight into a table that sends jugs and plates flying. One hits another pirate just as he is about to run Felix through. It distracts the opponent just long enough for Felix to finish him off.
A teenage pirate attacks you, easily besting you even without a sword. His hands run over you, and you try not to scream.
You silently plead for help, struggling against the pirate’s hold. He grabs your breast, and this time you do scream. Finally, someone hits him over the head and he’s on the ground. You look to your rescuer- Felix. He nods, as if to say “We’re even.” Then he runs off to aid another Lost Boy.
Before you know it, the battle is over. The Lost Boys fix up their wounds. A few of them even check you over, your previous transgression forgotten.
You mentally count how many times you had to be rescued- thirteen. Thirteen! In a five minute battle. That’s at least two rescues per minute.
You feel defenseless- weak.
You hate feeling weak.
Felix comes over to you, and without a word checks you over. He touches the tender spot on your shoulder and you try not to wince. You fail, and a whimper slips through your lips. He presses it again. As if to make sure it actually hurts. You gasp in pain.
“Not broken,” he says. Then he leaves.
“Thanks,” you mumble after him.
You’ve never felt so weak in your life. You’ll have to work on that.