rainbowfudge | meme 001 ✽ the pirate au meme

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH - okay, who finished the rum?
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1. Boarded: Your ship has been boarded, and as captain you've been captured! Better hope the other captain gives quarter. Alternatively, it's a nice warm day for a swim. That plank was made for walking.

2. Victory: You've captured another ship! You knew those extra cannons would come in handy. And let's hope they've got lots of swag! Where's the captain? Are you the decent sort, or are you going to rub their face in it for a bit?

3. Swab the decks: You're a cabin boy! It's a good thing you don't mind doing all the dirty work, right? Anyway, the captain's calling; better see what they want.

4. Marooned: For a bit there you'd thought you were in Davy's Jones' grip, but somehow you've washed ashore with the driftwood. As you stare dazedly up from the surf, you have questions. Where are you? And who's that already on the shore?

5. Buried Treasure: Sink me! You've really found the mother lode. . . but you're not the only one. Who gets to take the treasure back to their ship? Better make sure it's you.

6. Rum: Rum, everywhere.

7. Swordfight: It's that person you can't stand! And they've taken your most valuable possession, that one of a kind thing you just can't live without! Better get that trinket back before it and your nemesis are gone over the side forever. Let's hear some swashes buckling.

8. Mutiny: The tack is full of maggots and this drinking water may as well have come from the gutter. There's one person to blame for this, and you're here to make especially sure that they pay for it. The captain does always seem to take the best treasure before everybody else.

9. Kidnapping: Don't they look rather peaceful, innocent even, sleeping so soundly there with their fancy nightclothes and pillows. Brings a tear to your eye, it does. Better take them aboard and send for a ransom.

10. Take a Gamble: Gotta spend your loot somehow, but it must have been the rum that had you bettin' everything at once! You've lost to your hornswagglin' shipmate; what did you lose, and what will they make you do now?

11. Under the Sea: You are now a Mermaid/Merman! That sailor over there sure looks appealing; let's see if you can lure them in with your charms. Don't forget that they can't breathe under water! You do seem to always forget, don't you. . .

12. The Doldrums: Can you say cabin fever? The sails haven't moved in weeks. You're about seeing if your mates can relieve this awful boredom.

13. Wild card. What do. Your choice. It doesn't even have to be here - wait why am I even explaining this to you YOU KNOW HOW THIS WORKS.

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On the one hand, there's a great deal of arrogance in what Benevenuta is setting out to do and what it assumes about her capabilities - that she can walk onto a pirate ship apparently unarmed, hands bound, and expect without even entertaining the possibility of failure to walk off it under her own power with a few lessons learned and some other things that don't belong to her - but on the other hand, she's trained for this and she is very good at what she does.

“Cooperation,” she repeats, dubiously, shooting a wary look at Beatriz as the gun lowers and taking care not to struggle against the bindings; no one likes rope burn, that isn't terribly suspicious, and best they not wonder too deeply later why she doesn't have any. “What cooperation?”

'Not trying to escape', probably. It's going to be a delicately timed thing, staying long enough to make the experience useful without giving them the opportunity to actually get her ransomed back to Eddington. (She'll miss him, she thinks, but after all this is done with, she doesn't expect she'll be able to go back.)

"Not doing anything, ah...unreasonably optimistic," Irene says, with her eyebrows raised faux-apologetically. "Like trying to escape- which unless you are an excellent swimmer simply isn't going to work out well for you- send a message or obstruct my crew in their duties in any way. But still, be comforted; I don't suspect you of being much of a troublemaker."

...which may be something of a mistake, really. Not that she knows it. (Yet). She touches her own lower lip with the middle knuckle of her index finger and then gives a ready smile, locking eyes with Benevenuta. There's something thoughtful about her expression, which tends to frighten people more readily than snarls and sneers; a woman thinking of all the things she could do is a terrifying sight.

Especially when her other hand is still on the hilt of her sword.

"Am I wrong, Madame Eddington?"

Benevenuta remembers, just one single solitary moment later than she ought, to drop her gaze as if properly intimidated. (Odette Eddington doesn't so calmly or confidently stare down pirate captains-- at least not yet.)

Irene is and is not what she expected, once she'd realized which captain had taken her bait; it's almost disappointing to find her exactly what she might have hoped, when so much of her plan hinges on putting Irene's somewhat awry. She wouldn't have minded spending a bit of time as crew once she's done - that would be an adventure, to remake herself in Irene Adler's image - but she doesn't imagine she'll be welcome, after wasting their time to what she expects will be little profit. She has every respect for this woman's achievements--

--but she wouldn't be who and what she is if she couldn't regretfully set that respect aside and prioritize, always, her own agenda as it serves the higher cause of the Nahashi.

“Non.”

(She still should have looked away sooner.)

Irene narrows her eyes, the corner of her lips tugging up- she saw that, thank you, well-practiced as she is at spotting glimpses of defiance in other woman- how else would she find her crew?

But she doesn't mention it. Sometimes a glimpse is just a glimpse.

That said, not mentioning it is not the same as not remembering it. She's opens her mouth to direct the conversation (such as it is) along other lines, but is distracted- and rightly so- by a yell from a crewmember. A beat, and--

"I think a more private discussion would serve us well. Miss Valdés, lead Mrs Eddington to my quarters and ensure her safety- just see that nothing of any particular interest is on display, won't you? Madam- my deepest apologies. Captaincy can be such a task. I'll endeavour to return for a private chat at the earliest convenience, once we're properly underway."

Not throw her in the brig- she'll get nothing from her that way, and Odette is a lady.

She gives half a bow and strides off, which is the cue for Beatriz to lead (or drag) Benevenuta to Irene's cabin, her hands still tied. She's under orders not to make conversation, and will stick to it as she watches Benevenuta, gun still in her hand. The cabin itself is surprisingly neat for a woman who makes such a show of casual, don't-carish confidence; it's hard to picture her picking things up off the floor and making her bed (insofar as it can be made, covered as it is in all sorts of shawls and coverlets, more a nest than anything and half-concealed by a flimsy curtain) but someone must. It's small, too, and smells of a spicy sort of perfume, along with the pervading smell of the sea. The table is covered with maps- a map of the world at the forefront- and instruments of navigation, accompanied by a pair of wrist irons, a jewelled knife and a jade and silver hair comb. Cabinets are pressed against the walls, fixed down to avoid any sliding.

The minutes are slow and, in the cabin, silent, though outside and above there is the sound of the sea and a crew working like clockwork, until Irene calls to keep her steady and the sound of her boots is audible, drawing close.

"Thank you," she purrs to Beatriz before acknowledging Benevenuta at all, gesturing her out of the door and then letting it shut, click--

"Are you still tied up?" she inquires with something like idle amusement, accounting for the rock of the ship easily as she makes for one of the cabinets and pulls out a bottle of red wine- captain's prerogative, you understand. "Gosh, she is thorough, isn't she? Then again, I suppose there is that knife there to worry about if you were untied. Or perhaps, thinking down a different route, you could grab it anyway- difficult to do blind but far from impossible- and work yourself free?" A smile, all teeth; "But I'm not sure. What would you do next, after all? Would you stab me, given the chance?"

meme 001 ✽ the pirate au meme

HER CHEST, I ACTUALLY MEANT HER BACK, ON ACCOUNT OF THE TIED WRISTS ALSO I SHOULD PROOF READ MY SHIT

I DIDN'T NOTICE IT'S OKAY

THANK GOD also hi i'm late

no worries >3