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May you give some tips on how to write about the whole castles, royalty, peasants, knights type of story? Hehe thankies!

How to Write About Medieval Europe

The Medieval times play a huge role in many forms of media today, from TV shows to books to movies. It’s often romanticized and glamorized to make for a good plot, and sifting through what’s real and what’s fake can be a daunting task. 

Not to mention that the way of life in the Medieval times is vastly different from our lifestyles now! There was a lot more rules, a lot more pomp and circumstance, and a lot more death!

In this post, I’ll mostly be covering a time period around the 1400s to 1600s, with all of the classic knights, nobles, and kings and queens that everyone has come to know and love!

So how exactly do you write about medieval times?

1.Know the People

The Medieval times attached a lot more importance to titles and wealth than we do today. The number of names and titles can get a bit confusing at times, so please try to bear with me.

All of these are ordered from lowest rank to highest rank. 

Category One- Lower/Middle Classes (Could be collectively called Peasants)

1. Slave

Slaves are bought and sold, usually owned by nobles but sometimes purchased by some of the wealthier peasants to help out with farm work. 

They are seen as property and nothing more, and their masters can do with them as they please. 

There is rarely a penalty for killing or harming one’s own slave, but one may be punished for destruction of property if they killed or harmed a slave that wasn’t theirs.

2. Serf

Not a slave, but not free, either. 

They live on the property of a noble’s manor and are bound by the feudal system to pay rent in shares of their crops. 

They must ask the nobles permission to marry and to leave, but are overall left to their own devices. 

Their lives were still hard, however, and often they starved or fell to sickness. 

They remained serfs, however, mostly because they needed the protection of the nobles’ knights from barbarian invaders.

 If the manor of the noble was sold, the serfs came along with it.

3. Peasant

Peasants may be poor, but they are completely free. 

They often live in villages together and made their livings as masons, blacksmiths, tailors, shoemakers, farriers, carpenters, and much more. 

If they were particularly good at their craft, they may just earn enough money to be considered a noble; social mobility is not as rigid for peasants as it is for serfs and slaves.

Category 2- Knights

Knights are  in an entirely different category from the peasants and the nobility, though they are more closely associated with the nobles and garner just as much/if not more respect as them.

1. Squire

Essentially a knight in training. 

They accompany a knight on their travels and serve as their attendant, learning from the knight’s ways while polishing their armor and being their cupbearer.

2. Knight

Addressed as “Sir (Firstname)” for a man or “Dame(Firstame)” for a woman. 

Knights were hired to protect and are sworn to the code of chivalry, which is a set of rules that dictates behavior on and off the battlefield. 

For instance, knights weren’t permitted to fight an unarmed man or to kill someone whose back was turned. If an enemy was disarmed during a fight, the knight is supposed to wait for them to retrieve their weapon before resuming.

 Knights were required to be expert swordsman and bowman, as well as good riders. They also needed to be good at supporting their super-heavy armor

Category 3- Nobility

All of the nobility classes can have overlapping jobs; their titles vary on account of how much land they own. 

These nobles are given a fief, or a plot of land, by the King/Queen. They are then expected to pay taxes to the ruler and provide soldiers when needed.

1. Lord/Lady

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.”

2. Baron/Baroness

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.” 

Usually the spouse of a baron/baroness does not share the title and is simply referred to “My Lord/My Lady” unless they’re a baron/baroness in their own right.

3. Viscount/Viscountess

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady”

4. Earl(Also known as Count)/Countess

Addressed as “Earl of (Place name)/Countess of (Place name)”

5. Marquis/Marquise

Addressed as “Marquis/Marquise of (Place name).

6. Duke/Duchess

Addressed as “Your Grace.”

Owns the most land out of any of the other nobles

Princes and Princesses can be granted titles of Duke and Duchess.

Category 4- Royalty

1. Princes/Princesses

Addressed as “Your Highness.” 

In traditional medieval Europe, the heir to the crown was usually the firstborn son. In the absence of a son, the crown will be given to the firstborn daughter.

They can also be granted other titles such as Duke and Duchess if their parents/siblings who come into power offer them land

A lot of squabbles/dramas caused by heirs; some killed by siblings in order to assume the throne

2. King/Queen

Addressed as “Your Majesty” or “Your Grace.” 

These rulers own all of the land in the kingdom and simply “rent out” property to the nobles, which can be revoked at any time. 

They levy taxes and have their own personal army to protect and wage war against other kingdoms. 

The nomenclature of Kings and Queens can be quite difficult, especially when marriage becomes involved, so I’m going to try my best to help:

When a King inherits the throne: If he marries a woman, she becomes Queen. If he marries a man, that man becomes a Prince.

When a Queen inherits the throne: If she marries a man, he becomes Prince. If she marries a woman, that woman becomes Princess.

2. Do Some Research If You’re Unsure

If you need help figuring out all of the dynamics and certain duties of all of these people, it can help to surf the web! Researching kingdoms such as England, France, and the Holy Roman Empire might help, though be careful; France had emperors and empresses at one point! 

There are very specific differences between different kingdoms, and you have to make sure you take those into account, especially if you’re writing historical fiction!

 3. Some Recommendations that May Be Helpful

Lucky for you, there are a TON of other books, movies, and TV shows that you’ll be able to draw inspiration from! Here are some things that I recommend!

Just a note, many of these aren’t necessarily medieval or focus a lot on fantasy, too, so I’m sorry if some of them aren’t exactly what you’re looking for!

The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Game of Thrones on HBO

The Crown on Netflix

The Witcher on Netflix

Reign on Netflix

Victoria on Amazon Prime

The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)

Elizabeth (1998) and Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007)

Mary Queen of Scots (2018)

Hope this helped, and happy writing!

jester

platonic!crows x reader - jester

summary: things go awry when kaz loses his cool

warnings: profanity, excessive drinking

word count: nearly 1.2k

“Kaz, are you really sure you want to go that way?” Y/N questioned, leaning forward in her seat until she was looming over the map splayed across the wooden surface. “I mean, yeah, the guards will probably be stationed there - but this is really risky.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” Kaz snapped, practically spitting venom at the girl sat across from him.

He’d had his fill over her - the doubts, the questions, the are you sure’s. To put it simply, it was annoying. There was no place in a functioning crew for someone so outspoken - so brazen as to question the leader.

But here she was, gazing up into his eyes as she blatantly questioned his careful planning. Did she think he wanted them to fail? For the plan to go awry? It sure seemed like it with how she picked through every detail, giving her unneeded opinion. And yet, he still liked her - found himself craving her company, her irritatingly funny jokes. He both loved and despised the way she was a little slice of sunshine, the one bright thing lighting up the Barrel.

“I’m just trying to help,” she offered, leaning back in her chair. “I’m sure being the genius is tiring.”

“You know what,” Kaz snapped, the final thread holding his temper in place fraying. “Get out.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, staring at him as though he had just said something entirely unreasonable. Inej dropped her chin to her chest, carefully trying to look anywhere other than the cat fight happening in front of her. Resting his head in one hand, Jesper exasperatedly watched, partly enjoying the show.

Kaz pointed towards the door firmly, arching one eyebrow, daring her to defy him. And that’s exactly what Y/N did, staying firmly in her seat and crossing one leg over the other. A smile graced her face as she desperately tried to hold in the giggle that surfaced in response to Kaz’s furious gaze.

“You think this is funny?” Kaz barked, “I already have one jester named Jesper - I certainly don’t need a second.”

Y/N abruptly stood from her chair, which clattered to the floor behind her. “I’ve had enough. Enough of you treating me like a rug to wipe your filthy feet on.”

Without waiting a moment, she spun on her heel and strode out of his office, slamming the door behind her with a deafening bang.

As the sun set, Y/N didn’t return and it set all of the Dregs on edge. A person not returning was typically a dreadful omen - one of death, injury, kidnapping, torture. It certainly wasn’t good.

Kaz couldn’t ignore the hateful glances that were shot in his direction as he picked at his dinner, appetite absent. Inej and Jesper were silent, careful not to utter a word after Kaz’s outburst. But the other Crows weren’t so careful. Especially Matthias, who didn’t mind stomping on DirtyHands’ toes every so often.

“Confrontations can be done in a tactful way,” he advised while cutting a waffle into bite sized pieces for Nina.

Kaz huffed, “Another proverb of yours?”

“If you listened, you might find the wise words of Fjerda helpful.”

“Of which you are an endless fount,” he bitterly replied, stuffing a piece of waffle into his mouth which was dressed in copious amounts of butter and very little syrup.

“Don’t take it to heart darling,” Nina cooed, laying her head on Matthias’s shoulder and lovingly gazing up at him. “Kaz just doesn’t have your way with words.”

Wylan nervously checked his bronze pocket watch and glanced around at their ensemble. “Guys- what are we going to do? Leave her out there?”

“If she wants to leave, she’s free to do so,” Kaz chirped, but to the dislike of everyone else.

“No,” Jesper argued, standing up from the table and straightening his back in a confident pose. “We’ll go find her.”

Together the four boys went tramping through the dimly lit streets of Ketterdam, dodging pigeons heading back to the tourist boats and arguing about where Y/N could have gone.

“She has to have gotten dinner!” Wylan exclaimed, gesturing north to where several dingy diners were open.

Matthias stubbornly crossed his arms, “No- she likely went to the harbor. Running water always cools off angry people.”

“Or,” Jesper drawled, “she went to a club - drinking and gambling.”

Everyone turned their direction to the boy who was anxiously fiddling with his guns, spinning them back and forth before reholstering. “What? It’s what I would do.”

As the boys gazed at one another, a silent agreement passed over them. That yes, Y/N would do that too. Her and Jesper were the stereotypical wild child - never backing down from a dare, never refusing a party.

So together they took off, splashing through the streets in search of a club. They took turns, peeking their heads inside various establishments, calling her name.

Kaz now stood in the middle of the street, both gloves hands clutching the head of his cane as he waited for Jesper to return. And soon enough, he appeared toting Y/N along, her arm thrown over his shoulders. She stumbled along, nearly falling over her own feet as she maniacally giggled. Jesper struggled to keep her upright as she tipped forward and backwards.

“You are the most wonderful friend,” she cooed before another giggle erupted as she tripped over a cobblestone.

Jesper simply laughed and hauled her along until they neared the rest of the crew. Wylan tried his hardest not to laugh at Y/N’s drunken state, clapping one hand over his mouth.

As Y/N focused on the group of friends, her gaze immediately fell upon Kaz. Letting out a long groan, she threw her head back and nearly fell over. “Not you.”

“Oh yes… me.”

With a nod from Matthias, they all headed back home to the Slat. But Y/N kept stumbling by their side, slurring her speech as she spilled out confessions.

“I love you all, I hope you know that.”

Jesper and Wylan immediately fawned, literally awwing aloud. “We love you too,” they chimed in sync.

A Fjerdan saying was spoken in Matthias’s thick accent. Half the words were beyond their comprehension of the language, but they gathered that it alluded to platonic love.

Despite his better judgement, Kaz found himself smiling at his makeshift family - this band of brothers and sisters he’d managed to form. Sure, they were all broken, damaged goods in one way or another. But when they were together they were whole - they patched up each other’s wounds and healed the past.

“Even you, Kaz,” Y/N rambled on, clearly out of her mind. “When you get past the glares and shitty attitude, you’re a nice guy way way way deep down.”

Without a second thought, overwhelmed by those warm feelings of home and family, he admitted, “I love you all too.”

“Well look at that,” she exclaimed loudly, throwing her arms into the air and nearly toppling face first onto the dirty cobblestone road. “The Bastard is a softie!”

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Can you ease do a hc where sebastian calls you a good girl for the first time (kind of in like an innocent or joking way) and finds out you have a praise kink?? 🙈 thank you!

Oh dear...

But imagine you and him are playfully arguing over something

And it's been going on for a while so you decide to just let him win

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine. Okay, I lose. You win."

He laughs and leans in to give you an innocent kiss on your cheek. "Good girl."

And immediately, a pleasant tingle danced down your spine, making you clench your thighs together

You get over it in a few seconds, but Seb knows your body too well. And he caught the way you shivered at the praise

Just so he wouldn't embarrass you, he didn't say anything right away. He waited a day or two, then brought it up in bed

Naked under the covers, his damp body pressed against yours as he pounded into you from behind

His hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed just a little, "Come on, be my good girl and cum for me."

He didn't miss the way you moaned and clenched around him hard the moment he called you his good girl

He chuckled in your ear, making a mental note of that.

I bet once he finds out you have a praise kink, he would be totally shameless

Especially in public, imagine you and him in an elevator and Seb decides to mess with you. He doesn't think twice before slipping his hand under your dress

You gasp and whimper as quietly as you can while he pushes your underwear aside and pushes his two fingers inside of you

He smirks when he feels how wet he made you. "Is my baby's pretty little cunt wet for me already?"

And he'd watched you squirm and try your hardest to hold back from moaning

You would melt anytime he called you his 'good girl.'

Especially when he growled it in your ear while spreading your legs apart and fucking you harder and deeper.

Or when he mumbled it, in a daze, against your lips while you rode his cock, "Such a good girl... riding my cock like you were made for it."

Can you imagine him calling you his good girl and asking you to kneel in front of him and show him just how good you've been all day? eye-

"Come here baby, show me how good you've been today"

"Have you been a good girl? Or do you need to be punished?"

"You look so beautiful on your knees, baby."

"Fuck..." he'd moan, "You feel so good."

Or imagine him tell you how good you taste while he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

"Such a sweet girl."

"Now be good, and be quiet for me"

Imagine him pressing his palm against your mouth, shutting you up while he speeds up into you and leans in to tell you just how good you feel

"Fuck... Babygirl, you feel incredible."

can you write about dom!poly!marauders x sub!fem reader with them like outside of the bedroom with casual dominance? i hope this makes sense. i love your writing!

cw: fluff, casual dominance, creepy guy touches you near the end

“C’mon, up.” Sirius patted his thigh as he knelt, and you planted your shoe atop his leg. He tied the black laces of your ankle before patting your ankle, telling you to lower your foot. He stood, brushing his pristine slacks.

His hand returned to yours, fingers entangled as he pulled you along through Hogsmeade. Remus had a hand on you, too, right on your lower back. James settled for walking nearby, within arms length. They liked to be touching you at all times, for safety they would say.

Sirius held the door for you as James helped you over the threshold to The Three Broomsticks. The atmosphere warmed you instantly, lanterns illuminating the tavern and hearth glowing. The four of you took your usual seats in the back.

“Bangers and mash for me, and she’ll have apple pie, and a butter beer, please.” Remus ordered for you, giving the waitress a small smile. Of course you could order for yourself, but you never wanted to. The way they would take control for you made you feel small, protected.

When your hair fell into your face, James was quick to pull your hair back, holding it for you while you took a bite. The entire time, Remus kept his paw steady on your thigh, squeezing every once in a while.

After your meal, they took you into Honeydukes for a treat. You browsed the aisles of candy, landing on a box of peppermint toads. Happy with your decision, you went to find your boyfriends. But then, another sweet caught your eye. The brightly colored box of fizzing whizzbees beckoned you forward, hand reaching out to pluck the box from the shelf.

You were only allowed one item, you knew that. So, when Remus denied you, you turned to James. Giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes, you silently pleaded with him. James was strong in his will, crossing his arms with a stern look, telling you no wordlessly. You huffed in annoyance, returning the whizzbees to the shelf.

“That’s our good girl,” Sirius cooed as he paid for your candy, handing you the small bag. “Thank you, Si.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, placing both hands on his shoulder. You reentered the brisk, fall air, the cool breeze chilling your nose. You looked up, watching the smoke that billowed from the chimneys above.

When you looked back down, you realized you were suddenly unaccompanied in Hogsmeade. The boys having wandered off into a nearby shop, leaving you by your lonesome. A boy from your class approached, “Y’look lost, sweetheart.” You blushed uncomfortably at the pet name. “O-oh no my, my-”

“It’s okay,” he slipped a hand around your waist. “Why don’t I help you find your way back to my dorm.” His tone was all too suggestive for your liking, and you knew it wouldn’t be good if-

Sirius snaked a hand beneath your hair to grab your neck. “Is he bothering you, puppy?” Remus, James, and Sirius had returned to your side, crowding around you. Remus removed the unwelcomed hand that graced your skin, squeezing so hard you feared Remus might break his bones. The boy watched as Sirius’ fists clenched by his sides and James’ jaw tightened. He stepped back, strides faltering as he stuttered, “I-I think I’ll just be going.”

“That’s a great idea, mate.” James called out as the boy turned, running back to the castle. They wouldn’t tell you what they were planning on doing to the poor boy later, but when you were passing by the hospital wing one day, you figured it out.

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Request: snapping at a glader, fighting Gally and flirting

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Alby: I got the goods * walks in holding multiple bags of chips*

Newt: *follow behind Alby holding alcohol and fizzy drinks.*

Chuck: Yaayyaa *so happy right now*

Minho: Oi chuckas one!

Thomas: *Brings out a bunch of pillow and dragging sleeping bags into the homestead*

Gally: *also helping Thomas set up beds for everyone*

Newt: Hey did anyone invite Y/N?

Thomas: Yeah but she's coming later..

Minho: What why!?!

Gally: So we actually talk instead of watching you desperately trying to flirt with her!

Minho: What you jell Gally *smirks*

Gally: No....

Minho: I mean Y/N's quite the girl!

Thomas: Oh yeah and she's gonna be mine *smuggle smirks*

Newt: Oh no Thomas, you just wait and see

Alby: Alright quit it you lot your bugging me..

Chuck: Yeah y'all all gross

Thomas: Admit it chuck! I see you throwing googlie eyes at her!

Newt: So have you Thomas!!

Thomas: Have not!

Alby:.....why am i here

Chuck: to supervise??!!

Gally: Hey guys Y/N's here early...

Newt: What!!!

Thomas: She's here like right now!

Minho: Well bring the baby girl in don't leave her waiting! I know she misses me *smirks*

Thomas: How about we make a little bet *whispers so Alby doesn't hear*

Minho: Your on Thomas!

Newt: Minho!!! NO!

Thomas: What do you say eyebrows?

Gally: Heck yeah

Thomas: Come on blondie it will be fun!!

Newt:Fine!

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Barrel's Goddess 2

{Kaz Brekker x reader}

Summary: After Y/n stays for some time, she decides to take a new job. Kaz doesn't want her to leave.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, the plague.

Part 1: https://alcottsangel.tumblr.com/post/650830178156724224/barrels-goddess

@amwitherspoon @kaitlyn2907 @emil7y @thedelusionreaderbitch all asked for a second part, so here it is <3

Kaz offered her a room in the Slat. There was no point in hiding Y/n anymore, since the word already went around that they associated with one another. In the past few weeks, Y/n befriended all the Crows. She was charming, as always. That was her way, looking innocent, pretty, pure. That's how she got the people, how she earned her title. But she meant all the nice words she offered to the Crows.

The Slat was surprisingly homey. It felt good, to have a room to return to. A proper bed, warmth, everything she wasn't used to.

Yet, it also settled her in that place. That did not feel good. It scared her, the thought of being stuck somewhere.

Kaz gave her work, he always would. But it felt so wrong, absolutely against her mindset.

So while the Crows adored the seemingly pure woman, she proofed them that she had earned her title of a Saint. On every single mission, she was completely in control. Kaz trusted here more than any of the others, her word mattered as much as his.

She helped him with paperwork, with planning. The Dregs learned to listen to her within a few days.

As Y/n sat on the floor reading, Kaz sat on his desk scribbling down endless numbers.

"Kaz?" She suddenly asked into the calmness, which caused the bastard of the Barrel to look up to her. "Yes?"

"I found work." She told him, so he raised his brow. Kaz knew what that meant. It wasn't the first time, they had this conversation multiple times throughout the years they've known each other. Each time, it was a painful realisation.

"So you intend to leave." "I do." She nodded in agreement. Kaz looked back to the documents before him, only to look up again.

"Why?" He asked.

Y/n shrugged, closing her book.

"Because that's my way." Kaz scoffed.

"You could stay. Everyone loves you, they would be devastated if you would leave again for an eternity. We took you along on missions, we will continue with that. There is work for you here. There's also a room, food. People that care for you. Why do you always leave?"

She smiled at him. Why the hell did she smile at him? Kaz was mad, he wanted her to take this seriously. But she simply smiled, as softly as always. "Why do you never touch anyone?" She asked the counter question and Kaz remained silent.

"There is nothing that scares me more than settling down. Than stripping myself from the ability to leave whenever I feel like it, to go wherever I want. Kaz, you always forget that I've known you your entire life. That I've been there, that I saw Kaz Rietveld and Jordie Rietveld, that I saw both of them die. That I know why you can't endure to be touched. You were there too, when they hit me. When they abused and used me, without giving me a chance to leave. You were there when the plague killed my family, and when I thanked the Saints for that.

You saw the last time I prayed to someone but myself and you heard me promising myself to never depend on anyone but me. To make my freedom my highest value."

Dirtyhands knew she was right. Every door in the entire Barrel, all of Ketterdam, stood open for the Goddess. She would be a fool to give that chance up only to stay by his side. Still, it pained him. She was the only person he fully lend on, trusted. The only one that always had a role in his life, always would.

His counterpart.

He loved her, and if he could, he would admit it. But he was Kaz Brekker, and Kaz Brekker was an unlovable bastard, damaged, broken.

Kaz knew he should just drop the conversation, but he couldn't.

"Have you never even considered to stay?"

He instead asked, causing her gaze to get lost in the nowhere, considering her answer carefully. She was good at lying, keeping the words flow until the story worked out perfectly. It was her backup out of conversations like this one, but it felt wrong and not fair to simply cut him off with untrue words.

"I have. I had many dreams where I got everything I wanted. Where I saw the world, with enough money in my pockets. But when I wake up I instead see you with me. That's when I think that staying won't harm me. I often considered how beautiful it would be to return to a proper home, only to realise that I do. That you mean home to me."

Not only Kaz expression, also his heart dropped. He could feel the air stuck in his throat, trying hard to swallow the lump inside of it. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, to tell her how he returned that feeling. That each time she left, he felt unsteady. How much he needed her by his side to function. But Kaz didn't, and for a brief moment he felt as cowardly as only Kaz Rietveld did.

But Y/n didn't need to hear him say it. One look into his eyes was enough to be certain of all the untold truths. She was for a long time. So was he. They were fully aware of how much they loved each other, but they were both scared of all the things a confession would cause them. Y/n dropped her book to the floor, standing up to walk over to Kaz. He turned in his chair, facing her. Only a few inches separated them. She carefully raised her hand to brush over his face.

Kaz closed his eyes. They did this often. It was a touch he could bear, that didn't scare him. That reminded him that she was there, that she always would be in some way. That he had a home. She held her breath, as Kaz placed his gloved hand over hers, taking it from his cheek to place a soft kiss on her palm.

"I love you, Kaz. So much." She confessed, her voice nothing more than a whisper vanishing in the dark. He swallowed loudly, still holding her hand with his, still having his eyes closed.

"I love you, Y/n. You are the only God I would ever pray to. They only God I believe in, that has ever saved me." Dirtyhands told her, finally opening his eyes to look into hers.

"How often you may leave, every time that you return a home is waiting for you. A room, a bed, friends. I am waiting for you, because without you I'm not complete."

She could feel her eyes tear up. These words took so many years to finally be confessed.

"And I will always return to you. I promise, with all that I have, all that I am, that one day I will be brave enough to stay by your side."

"You always will be by my side."

It was an unspoken 'I promise'.

Because they belonged together, the bastard of the Barrel and the Barrel's Goddess.

The most powerful people in Ketterdam.

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Baby Sparrow

Summary: The reader is on the run from the police because she is the daughter of a pirate.  What happens when she hides on the Black Pearl.

Warnings: Mention of character death, and maybe some blood, and kidnapping, that’s it…..I think

A/n: AT the begging of the story you are 15 or 16 years old. Might make this into a series  

Word Count: 3,608 words

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“GET BACK HERE!!”

Redcoats were chasing after you for a very good reason.  You were the daughter of a pirate.  Your mother had a one night stand with some drunk at a bar, nine months later in the middle of the ocean you were born.  Recently your mother was caught and hung and you were crying internally, but you had to run to escape the same fate. 

You ran past coaches and climbed ladders but you couldn’t shake them.  Now salty air began to fill your nose.  ‘The Docks!’  Developing a plan to hide in a ship could either go amazing or get you in worse trouble.  It was that or swim out to see.  Ships it was.

As you ran on the wooden planks, your eyes scanned the area.  Mostly trade ships and military boats.  That's when a massive ship falls into your line of sight.  It was black as the night sky and no one was on deck. “BINGO!" 

Urging your legs to carry you faster caused you to bump into sailors, one of them caught your attention.  His black hair was in dreads, a red cloth tied above his forehead, at his side was a sword and a pistol, to top it of a hat of a captain.  'Pirate’ ran through your head as you realized why he dressed like that.  As you rushed past him, you kicked a table of spices over which sent powder into the air making a colorful cloud of exotic smells and colors.

The threat falling behind only edged you on.  As you approached the ship you leaped over objects and skipped onto the plank of wood that let you on.  Once on board, you hid in a bushel of barrels which smelled of rum.  Now you needed to wait.

An hour had passed before you dozed off.  You dreamt of adventures you had gone on with your mother.  Looting from trade ships, pillaging small towns, and one time robbing a governor.  Each left a smile on your face. Until you were awoken.  

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