New chapter of @inkspottie fic, “Laughing At Tragedy,” is up! I did the art for this chapter and had a blast. Go check out my friend’s fic, it’s amazing. ✨
Welp, this is it. My first attempt at writing anything fanfic-related for years, so please bear with me if it’s not that great.
This fic is based in the Bendy and the Ink Machine AU named “Seven Seas”, which is a pirate based AU. It is intended to take place after this fic called “Fear of the Water” written by @inkspottie, and I would recommend reading that one first so you’ll have a better idea of what’s going on.
I would appreciate feedback and constructive criticism.
All that aside, enjoy.
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
A clock ticked away steadily, its golden hands reflecting the last rays of the setting sun before it sunk down beneath the horizon. The reflected light covered the room it stood in in a warm, golden aura, highlighting the woman sitting at the desk in the middle of the room.
Her eyes scanned the parchment she was currently writing on, the tip of the feather quill scratching lightly against the surface. it wasn’t anything special, just the log for her and her crew’s last couple of days on the sea, braving the waves and wind on their mighty ship, Seraphim. Some might have found this task of logbooking unnecessary and tedious, but for Captain Allison, it was an enjoyable way to spend time while her crew was on shore to pick up supplies or just enjoying themselves.
After all, a pirate’s life wasn’t exactly a boring one.
——Half an hour later——
The sun had completely set at this point, the Captain’s quarters now illuminated by candles and lanterns as Allison was finishing up the final parts of their voyage so far. She looked up at the clock as it chimed its hours, brows furrowing a little. Her crew should have been back earlier than this …maybe something had gotten in their way?
Thump thump thump!
A sudden knocking stirred her from her thoughts, looking up at the entrance to her charters.
“Permission to enter, Captain?”
Ah, speak of the devil.
“Permission granted.” She put the feather quill back into the inkwell as the double doors swung open, revealing her trusty firstmate and a couple of the crew members. Allison couldn’t help but notice the satisfied smirks on her crew member’s faces, meaning their mission must have gone well.
“I take it as you’ve got everything?“
“Yes m’am. We’ve got the supplies you’ve asked for, and they’ve been loaded onto the ship. Linda is below deck securing the last barrels,“ Susie, the first mate said as she flashed a grin, which Alllison repaid with a satisfied smile.
“Great work. If the tide and weather are with us tomorrow, we should be able to leave the port at a decent time.” She had just pulled the quill up from the inkwell and was about to continue writing as Susie spoke up once more.
“Though, we got something else while we were in town. A little … "extra price”, so to speak.“ The other women chuckled as the one behind the desk raised an eyebrow.
"And that means..?”
Susie moved to the side as one of the women stepped forward, the captain first now noticing that her bulky crewmember was carrying something on her shoulder.
With a grunt, she dropped the item to the floor before stepping back with a grin while dusting her hands off.
The something ..or rather someone, turned out to be a young man, looking to be no older than around twenty years old. Light brown hair kept falling into his eyes as he struggled to get on his knees. Easier said than done, seeing as his hands had been restrained behind his back and a thick rag shoved between his teeth and tied at his neck. His eyes were wide with fear as the captain of the ship stood up and walked to the front of her desk, eyeing him before she looked at her first mate, waiting for an explanation. Susie took the word once more.
“We just happened to stumble across this little birdie on our way back. He seemed too posh for just an ordinary citizen, so we figured he might bring in a pretty penny.“
The other women chuckled once more as the young man seemed to shrink under their gazes, pulling weakly at his bonds, his heart beating a mile in minute as he realized who these people were.
Pirates.
Allison seemed to think about the posibility to earn some extra coins, heck, maybe a lot more if the expensive-looking cloak he wore and the rings on his fingers seemed to be any indication. Her mind was made up.
“Take him to the brig. We’ll deal with him in the morning.”
The young man didn’t manage more than a startled, but muffled yelp as he was pulled to his feet by his shirt collar, though he froze as he felt a dagger pressing against his back.
“Get a move-on, prettyboy~”
With her dagger in one hand and a firm grip on his collar with the other, Susie guided him out of the Captain’s quarters and below deck, entering the brig after a few moments.
The brig was cold and dark, only illuminated by a few lanterns hanging off the walls. The smell of sea water and old tar seemed to cling to everything as the man was guided past two cells before they reached the one furthest down, the woman pulling him to a halt.
She swung the heavy metal-barred door open before pushing the frightened young man inside, said man not able to soften the impact as his hands were still bound, resulting in him landing hard on his knees. He just managed to turn around to see the door shut and being locked, Susie pulling the keys out with ease as she fastened them to her belt.
“Much better,” she said, looking at him as he got on his feet, an evil glint in her eye. “After all, we wouldn’t want such a pretty little bird flying away now, would we?” She let out a short laugh before she turned and left, leaving the young man alone in the dimly lit room.
Now more alone and scared than before, he pulled and twisted against the ropes, low grumbles and whimpers silenced by the gag as he tried to get free. Nothing seemed to work as he only managed to tire himself out, breathing deeply through his nose. With a muffled whimper, he slid down against the wall, curling into himself as he tried his hardest not to break into tears.
This day couldn’t have been happening. First his brothers had destroyed his drawings and art suppplies, only to have his oldest brother inform him that he would be working alongside him to become a lawyer, and now, as he had left the mansion to just get away for a while, he was captured by pirates who would do God knows what to him!
It just couldn’t get any worse.
But as he, exhausted and scared, eventually fell asleep, he would find that he was gravely mistaken. As the morning sun breached the horizon, he would find that things definitely could get worse.
