part 42 knows the answer

[aphanon_meme]

Maybe I was dreaming but I could've sworn it wasn't close to maxing before I went to bed... oh well, you guys are crazy/awesome. Umm... well... that's all for now! I'm off to eat spaghetti. Nommm.

Enjoy part 42~

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

IIRC, it's not just fey creatures. Ghosts, foreign spirits, the Grim Reaper, and the ilk seem to be drawn to him.

If you're playing Pirate England, wouldn't it make sense for him to scamper(?) about with mermaids, have chats with the Flying Dutchman, or even accidentally commandeer a ghost ship and it's crew? Sea myths, anon.

29-year lancelot

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, God, if anon writes a story with pirate England and sea myths, I will love them forever (FLYING DUTCHMAN and and GHOST SHIPS, FUCK YEAH!)

Re: 29-year lancelot

[(Anonymous)]

Not reaaaly a story, since it's more of a game...

Re: 29-year lancelot

[(Anonymous)]

Well, damn, another story on the to-write list for me.

Diff anon, but...

[(Anonymous)]

The ship creaked and tilted, slightly, with the small waves that pushed against it. The sails were flat; no wind could penetrate this thick fog. England grimaces, flips his eye-patch up, and presses the telescope to his eye.

Nothing but the fog.

He lets out a tired sigh and shoves it closed, flipping his eye-patch down again. He leans half-over the side of the box, peering harder into the fog.

'Where are you?'

There's a shout from the crow's nest, and the captain looks up, startled, as his crew look to the place where the frantic pointing of his spotter lead.

There it was - the legendary Flying Dutchman! A mere myth passed from captain to captain, and yet, here it was before his very eyes. It wasn't a good sign, if the legend was to be believed, and yet-

He'd been searching for this ship.

He orders for them to pull alongside the ghost ship; England smiles at the ethereal beauty, the soft glow around it as they close in. When it disappears, he snarls and looks for it again.

He spots it three hours later, by the otherworldly aspect of it as it slowly rocks along with torn sails and more holes than anyone could ever imagine on a ship. They hail it this time, carefully, as to not startle the ghost ship away again. The dead give a sad smile, their muscles stretching taut as a tanned hide over their cheekbones.

Suddenly, England finds himself in his bed; he frowns and convinces himself it was just a dream.

The smell of decay tells otherwise.

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Sorry that I'm lame.

Re: Diff anon, but...

[(Anonymous)]

You aren't lame at all, anon, thank you for filling my silly and random little desires ♥

Re: Diff anon, but...

[(Anonymous)]

Ahaha, when I saw your comment I had the urge to write something of the sort... S-so you inspired me, anon~

jabots proposed

[(Anonymous)]

Really? I'm glad, anon! Actually, you inspired me to write something like it too, maybe I will after I re-watch some Pirates of the Caribbean.

Re: jabots proposed

[(Anonymous)]

Ahaha, cool! I'm glad ♥

[(Anonymous)]

I should think more about those, since I'm planning on making him a sort of henchman for the Big Bad Evil Guy in my campaign for DnD.