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flintsredhair Uncategorized September 13, 2017 1 Minute

Feels sooo good. Don’t stop rubbing my forehead hooman.

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30, She/her. Used to be DreamingPagan a long time back. Multi-fandom, mostly Black Sails these days but with a lot of Tolkien and funny things interspersed. Complete language and history nerd - be warned. I write fic and occasionally I talk about ships. View all posts by flintsredhair

Published September 13, 2017

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Previous Post “Mr. Featherstone!” She called the man’s name, and his bearded face appeared at the rail, the look on his face one of alarm.“Yes, ma’am?”“Turn us around. I wish to return to the island – I believe we may be needed after all.”“Ma’am?”“Swiftly, please,” she ordered, and Rackham’s quartermaster stared. “I gave an order, Mr. Featherstone,” she reminded him sharply, and he shook himself.“Of course, ma’am,” he answered and she turned back toward the rail.

Next Post “We are – going to Moorfields?” Hennessey asks, his voice strangled. Alfred turns, and oh – he’s right there, he could be dead in a moment, just one single, satisfying moment that would cost both Hennessey and James everything. And that – that is perhaps part of the intent. Alfred is not smiling, but his demeanor -“I assumed you would be pleased,” Alfred responds, and the urge to kill him burns,

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