#wee john ofmd
Wee John playing piano while dressing up scene in ep 1 lol
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The crew of the Revenge babies.
Inspired by a recent interview with Samba Schutte where he said one piece of fanart he hasn’t seen yet is the rest of the crew as kids.
Tried to keep it light because some of these guys probably had VERY grim childhoods…
I hope they do delve into their backstories in S2 though. What drove these guys to the sea? How did they sign on with Stede, of all people? Who taught Roach fine cuisine and also the fine art of 18th century surgery? How did a Swede get to the Caribbean?
(Pete has big redhead energy)
My dearest wish for S2 (besides existing) is for more badass Stede. Give this man a gun and a knife and a dashing little leather belt to keep them on.
Stede would try to pirate himself up a bit; why not a tattoo? Ed has oodles of them, and Ed is the pirateyest pirate that Stede knows
Room people ❤️
Description:Heartbreak is one hell of a bitch. And one Edward Teach could tell you all about it. Yet thanks to Fate being a little trickster, there’s a person who enters his life to remind him of how nice it is of having someone he can confide in, someone he can care about, and someone he can trust. To remind him, what it means to have a friend for better or worse.
Part Summary: Surving your first eye-to-eye meeting with Blackbeard was a vital part of your plan. What was going to happen next? You had no idea, but the crew members made sure you knew you’re not alone in any of this.
Word counter: 4.8 K
A/N: I finally managed to write a shorter part, ooof. Also I love the crew and its dynamic overall - so I love creating the dynamic around them and the reader. I think they’ll absolutely grow to adore her by the and of the series.
Tagging:@missdictatorme,@soliyra-the-sunbringer
Series master list: h e r e | Series play list: h e r e
As soon as you’ve gathered some inner strength and been able to stumble out of the corridor leading to Blackbeard’s cabin, you did that the quickest you could; never in your life were you glad to breathe fresh air again. You’ve been leaning your back into a wall, catching the air as if you’ve just surfaced after a long swim, still going back to a few minutes ago; to when you had Blackbeard’s knife pressed right into the tendons of your neck. This quick escape caused some notion on the deck - those who heard you had risen their heads, looking your way. You’ve survived meeting the captain, that was some great news. For how long? Nobody knew. So far, you were sure to live until the evening comes.
Izzy then proceeded to give you a horrendous amount of tasks to complete - you were to polish every glass surface on the ship (since he thought the boys are too clumsy for that), then sew some torn sail back together, helping Roach with the lunch and the dinner and then, you had to bring another kettle of tea to the captain (because he specifically ordered so).
The morning barely passed by and you’ve been already given enough tasks for the entire day. As Izzy listed all of them, you just smiled sweetly and nodded at each word - the longer he talked, the easier it was to imagine punching him right into his teeth. It would be lovely if you’d ever get the chance to do so, but as of now, it was a huge risk to even think that way. So you just smiled and nodded anyway. After you’ve been dismissed, you decided it was right on time to slip back into the kitchen, to sit down and catch a bit of breath.
There was a man with an old dirty apron standing behind a small opened window; he was watching you while sharpening a cleaver. For a moment it almost seemed that he was really thinking about putting some parts of you into the soup, but then he leaned his elbows into the counter and asked you, rather gently… - “Are you alright? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
“That’s because I did!” - Both of you were surprised at the volume of your voice since you literally shouted this sentence; as soon as you realized, you covered your lips and took a deep breath, mumbling an apology right after. The scream lured Olu into the room as well; he was in the larder next room, taking a look at the remaining rations. He was, to be frank, putting together a shopping list. - “I didn’t know this ship belongs to motherfucking Blackbeard! I’ve only heard that name in hearsay stories, for fuck’s sake! Yes, Frenchie warned me about him being a psycho and a lunatic, but Blackbeard threatening me that he’ll paint his cabin with my blood? Fuck that! After seeing most of the pirates on this ship, I honestly thought this ship belongs to a mediocre pirate, at best!”
“You know, you’re not that far off with the whole ‘mediocre pirates’ stuff you just said. Name’s Roach, by the way.” - The man said as he lit up a cigarette and snorted, leaning his side into the counter while thinking about how to explain what he just said. - “This ship belonged to someone else a few weeks ago. That guy was a mediocre pirate at best, not even that. But then a few things happened and we found ourselves under Blackbeard’s command. It’s kinda shit. Because that other guy? Stede? He might’ve been a mediocre pirate, but damn, wasn’t he a good captain?”
“A good captain? Are you joking?” - Olu grinned upon hearing the question. - “Stede was a great captain, in the end. Took him long enough, but he got there eventually. Name me one pirate captain that would pay you every single week and top of things, feed you, and didn’t force you to work too hard.”
“That’s lovely.” - You mumbled, looking at both of the men in disbelief. It was a miracle that you hadn’t shit your pants yet and they’ve been reminiscing about their former captain? What the actual fuck? Another question was; what pirate captain would pay his crew as if they were working in a regular job, but that wasn’t as hot on your mind as Blackbeard himself. - “But Stede being gone isn’t the problem here, is it, hm?” - “Hm… Depends.” - Roach answered.
You almost wanted to ask Roach about what the 'depends’ was supposed to mean, but you didn’t have the time to do so; Olu jumped right in, making him shut up. Something was going on between those captains, you sussed. Did the crew mutiny against Stede, hence why he wasn’t on the ship anymore? Was he dead? Did he leave under the cover of the night? Roach confirmed one fact for you, though - Stede had his part in all of this. - “This is a highly private matter, come on.”
“She’s a part of the crew now, ain’t she?” - Roach asked back, hacking the cleaver into the wooden counter while breathing in some cigarette smoke. - “All members of the crew know what happened. Y/N should know it too, might help her… Survive a bit longer.”
“Survive a bit longer? What, in the name of God, do you mean?”
“See, me and Wee John already made a bet on how long you survive - he said week, I said eight days. Knowing Edward’s triggers might help you.” - Roach answered, being absolutely unhinged. This was one of the moments in which you just sat on your ass, looked right in front of yourself, and didn’t know what the fuck should you answer. These guys might’ve been honest, fair, and square - but knowing they already made baits on the day on which you’ll be brutally murdered didn’t help at all. - “I guess this is my queue to leave the kitchen, for now, I’ll come to help you later. I need to pass the time before I fucking die in a week from now, do I not?”
“Girl, come on, that’s not what I tried to say!” - Roach called out after you, looking at Olu while finishing his cigarette. - “I didn’t mean to tell her like that, don’t give me this look. I thought it might make her laugh.”
“Does she seem like a pirate to you? Y/N is a goddamn lady who is not here by her own will, you dimwit. It’s pretty crazy that you even had the balls to say that… And right into her face.” - Olu opposed, shaking his head. Yeah, that might’ve been something Roach didn’t exactly take into account; he was starting to grin as he kept on cutting and pulling the cleaver out of the wooden desk.
First of all, you weren’t a pirate and it could be seen. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you spoke, all the respect you’ve been showing; just like when you bowed to them upon meeting. Next to you, all of them were just a bunch of loutish children. Second of all, you just arrived on board and this couldn’t have been easy on you in any way; you’ve found yourself caught in a naval fight and didn’t have anyone to confide to. And since that point, everything was just escalating for you - strange dynamic, strange surroundings, strange new people you had to get to know and accommodate; all of this was surely taking a toll on you.
While Roach himself might’ve not been the biggest advocate for Stede’s way of being a pirate captain, there were still things that Stede had been able to teach him; and not only him, Stede left his mark on his entire crew. And so, with the grin deepening, Roach started to mumble something under his breath, occasionally looking in Olu’s direction.
“We should tell her that this is open… Open space for sharing emotions and feelings. If anything, that’s what Stede taught us. Never understood that dude, but… Don’t bottle shit up, wasn’t that what he always used to say?”
“You’re right. We should tell her that and talk to her later when she calms down a bit.” - Olu sighed, leaving Roach alone in the room. Soon, he heard how Roach started cutting meat, given loud bangs were coming from behind the closed door.
For most of the noon, you’ve been walking around the ship with a piece of fabric (that piece of such a dirty, old and holey fabric could be barely called a rug) in your hand and a bucket full of cold water in the other one. Trying to make everything shiny was pretty hard, to be frank; that didn’t mean you didn’t look hilarious while trying to do so. There was no willingness to live in anything you’ve been doing, there was no expression on your face and the bags under your eyes grew even darker. For some reason, it just… Looked funny. Not to you, but to everyone else it did.
Coming back to the kitchen, you still appeared to be dead inside. Roach watched as you walk in - your face was stoic, and your moves were almost robotic and automatic. You looked so bad that the guy grinned, knowing it was because of what he told you earlier. It took him another few minutes before daring to approach you; he first stirred the ragu, waiting for you to say or do anything, but when you didn’t flinch, he quickly dried his hands in his apron while sitting on the other side of the table, lighting another cigarette up.
Just when he opened up his mouth to speak up, you looked him in the face and started talking quietly.
“Do you think I’m really gonna die, that Edward’s gonna kill me? I thought he might just… Sell me somewhere.”
“It wasn’t too nice of me, all the things I’ve said earlier. Sorry for that… Mishap.” - Hearing Roach saying all of that made your eyes snap back at him, now paying him full attention. - “I forgot you’re not a pirate and that you’re a lady. If you’d like to talk about how you’re feeling… You know, emotions and all that stuff, we can help you with that. Turns out it helps one a lot.” - At first, you’ve been just sitting there, staring at Roach’s face with an unreadable expression. The gaze was long and intense, so much so that Roach couldn’t but twitch under it a few times. - “That’s… That would be really nice, thanks. I think I need to talk to someone about what’s going on inside my head. Do you have time?”
“Izzy sent you to help me in the kitchen anyway, I suppose we can talk about it while cooking the rice.” - The guy guessed, shrugging his shoulders in an eloquent gesture.
You’ve spent the next few hours in the kitchen, watching Roach cook, trying to learn a thing or two from him when you had the chance to do so - for lunch, you finished the ragu and for dinner, Roach planned to bake some fresh loaves of bread (saving some of them for later). The entire time, you’ve been talking about anything that came to mind - the man asked about your life, what did you do before, how did you like it and what happened that night. You’ve asked him all of those questions in return.
Throughout the afternoon, you’ve learned quite a lot about him; Roach told you how he was recruited onboard, about how he became a cook, and on top of that, he told you a few stories about a particular man named Stede Bonnet, Revenge’s former captain.
Smiling gently, you were kneading the future loaf of bread as Roach did the same next to you. - “When you’re a pirate, it’s just like living with cholera - you know you’re gonna die soon and there are countless times you’re about to shit yourself, so you want to make each day count. And when we set sail under Bonnet’s command, I was sure we’ll be dead in a week… Or less. So I was stealing food and stuffed myself each night of the first month onboard. And Oluwande told on me. Want to hear what that nut did?”
“Which one of them is the nut? There’s a lot of them in your stories.”
“Captain Bonnet, wanna hear what he did?”
“Yeah, go for it. I’m all tensed up.”
“He ordered me to make us both a cup of hot cocoa and invited me to his cabin. When I sat down on the sofa, we started talking about what was going on inside my head; why I’m so scared, why I steal food, and such. Back then, I was weirded out. A normal captain would have my hands cut off, he’d tie me to one of the masts and let me roast in the sun… Back then, none of us appreciated Bonnet much, but I’d gladly go back to it now.”
You’ve stopped yourself for a slight moment, smiling even more gently than before. Each story about Bonnet that Roach had told you sounded like a fever dream; this 'Gentleman pirate’ had nothing to do with the pirates you heard of before. This strange man dwelled on teaching his crew manners, he always sought a non-violent resolution, he was kind and nice… How the fuck did he end up on one ship with Blackbeard?
Your original idea, about Stede being long dead by now, was starting to become more and more real. But it wasn’t the crew who mutinied or got rid of him, it had to be Blackbeard himself. What if he took over the ship and killed the captain as a primary example? What if he earned his trust just to throw him overboard?
“Listen, this Stede Bonnet…” - You started slowly, stopping with kneading for a short second. - “Is he dead?”
“As far as we know, he’s not. He’s missing, but he shouldn’t be dead.”
“What happened, then?” - It was a genuine question on your end. What happened? You seemed to be learning so much, but still so little. Sure, Stede was a former captain who had suddenly disappeared (after calling the Act of grace, as you’ve been informed) and while Blackbeard came back, he was nowhere to be seen? Also, the men mentioned Ed used to be a different man before Izzy fucking him up; did that have anything to do with Stede as well? How was the Gentleman pirate a part of this puzzle?
Both of you shut up as soon as the crew barged in through the kitchen door to eat their lunch. With great care, you made sure that all of the men had what they needed; to your surprise, each of them thanked you with a great amount of respect. They’ve been the weirdest kinds of pirates, to put it simply. Just before Izzy barged in through the door. For a moment, he watched the crew devour their meals before he straightened up, looking at all of you with a fair amount of disappointment.
“Captain wanted me to send his words.” - The shortie said, addressing everyone in the room. Roach stopped himself from chewing on his food just to prepare two other bowls - one for the captain and one for Izzy, you assumed. To look scared and uncomfortable, you decided to squeeze behind a barrel full of water, curling up into a ball. - “The ship will be crossing paths with a French trading ship tomorrow evening and he wants you all prepared for looting and plundering, so prepare the entire ship, you damn idiots.” - “Yes, sir.” - The crew answered monotonously, waiting for Izzy to finish up. - “And how’s our new addition doing? Is she a good girl?” - Izzy walked over to you, having everyone looking at each move he made.
“Your glass had been polished, your lunch is served and dinner is in making, sir. Shortly, I’ll start working on that torn sail.” - With that, Izzy leaned even closer to you, having all the men tense up for a bit. Frenchie and Olu sent each other a furrow, but it was Roach cutting his cleaver into the wood that made Izzy step back. - “Good. Good.” - The man said, looking at all of you sitting around. - “Sometimes, it doesn’t even seem that you’re just a bunch of useless twats. Continue with that.” - Grabbing both bowls in his palms, he walked out of the dining room. Pete, the bald man from earlier, sighed heavily and leaned his back into his chair.
“I wish we finished that mutiny we did a while back. If the captain didn’t come back, our lives would’ve been so much better.”
“Don’t worry amigo, that rat has it coming.” - A gentle, quiet voice answered. The person themselves had long hair, gentle features, and a rascal smile playing on their lips; this was the Jim you’ve been told about, you assumed. - “Daño conjunto, daño obtener, as my grandma used to say. Set harm, get harm.” - By this, Jim started the talk about revenge and mutiny; each one of them gave their best idea of what would they do to Izzy if they could; you’ve heard some whipping, some torturing using hot metal rods, wooden bars with nails in them, until… - “Next time, we’re not just throwing him overboard. We tie him to the mask and let him grill on the noon sun.”
“And eat parts of him.” - Buttons said all of a sudden, making all of you shut up. - “Oh, God. Come on man.” - Frenchie muttered, setting his bowl aside with a disgusted look on his face. - “Why do you always solve shit with eating people?” - “Yea, that’s just… We are not cannibals.” - “Until it’s absolutely necessary.” - Buttons answered dramatically, widening his eyes even more. With that, the lunch officially ended.
To be honest, Buttons made you laugh quite a bit… And you really needed that short break from stress, to be relieved for a moment. As everyone around the table started arguing once more, you just sat there and laughed into the back of your palm. This whole conversation was so bizarre that you couldn’t but laugh.
After you helped Roach with cleaning up all of the dishes, you finally asked Wee John about his sewing kit and the sail Izzy had told you about. John himself seemed to be pretty abrasive at first glance (you’ve got dry mouth while approaching him, grinning nervously); it was the case only after you asked him about all of that stuff.
“Couldn’t you just leave it to me?” - The man asked you quietly, furrowing as he led you to the chest containing the materials. - “I love sewing, it’s my favorite hobby and everyone here knows that. Helps me when I get anxious.”
“I’m here for the first day and Izzy told me to do it. Do you really wanna watch my ass being shot at by cannonballs or something?” - “Why cannonballs?” - “It just seems that you guys have thousands of ideas of how to make death the most painful ever, so… That would be mine. Being crushed by cannonballs.” - As John opened up the chest and helped you take the sail out, he smiled at you. Suddenly, the huge and scary guy turned into a ray of sunshine. - “That’s an interesting idea. Next time we’ll be talking about mutiny, you have to bring it up.”
“Wait…” - You smiled, letting John stack all of the fabric into your open arms. - “You guys talk about mutiny a lot?” - “What pirate crew doesn’t? A bit of mutiny talk always makes the time fly by faster.” - And to this statement, you couldn’t but agree. Wee John definitely had a point; it had to be so relaxing to sit down at the end of a long day, let everything out of the system, and fantasize about defeating their worst enemy. Who, in this case specifically, seemed to be Izzy.
You’ve decided to sew the sial back together on fresh air, sitting down on the deck while men were relaxing for a bit. Everything for the day had been completed and they decided to prepare the ship in the evening (for the said raid of the trading ship), so now, they have been allowed to rest for a bit. Frenchie was walking around with some kind of musical instrument in his hands, singing some tunes while other men played various card games. The instrument was clearly repaired a few times, but it was still somewhat making sounds - and as long as it made sounds, Frenchie was able to sing tunes.
You realized you knew quite a lot of them. In the end, most of Frenchie’s tunes were old folk songs. In a lot of cases, you’ve been even humming the melody as you pushed the needle through the rough fabric. At first, you’ve been scared of just sitting about, letting the evening sun smooth your skin; yet soon you learned that the captain comes out of his cabin rather once in a while. Before leaving the place that very morning (commanding his crew to scavage and rampage), they haven’t seen his face in almost two weeks.
Slowly, the summer afternoon started to fade away into an evening and evening started to become nighttime. That was when you were supposed to bring captain a fresh batch of tea; which, according to the boys, was also very particular. Only Izzy had unlimited access to talk to the man as he pleased… And dear lord, you knew that baster pleased each second he could be hung onto Ed’s nerves. He looked like that one kid who loves to climb up a teacher’s arse - or, in this case, captain’s.
“Don’t be worried.” - Roach mumbled and helped you perfectly position everything on the silver platter; again, there was a whole kettle of boiling tea, a jug of milk, and a sugar bowl. This time, Roach even added a small bowl full of nuts and dried mandarine, which indeed looked very yummy. - “I think he was trying to scare you before. There’s anything that can go wrong.”
“Blackbeard threatened me with painting his wall with my blood…”
“Eh, to be fair, Ed loves to be dramatic.” - Frenchie chimed in, taking one mandarine and pushing it into his mouth. - “I think Roach’s right. Walk into the room, be confident just like you’re around the rest of us, listen to his orders and for the love of God, don’t break another tea set. We only have the super ugly one left. Thing’s hideous.”
With that, all of you turned your head in the direction of a wooden cabinet with glass filling - on the top shelf, there was this ugly brown-orange colored tea set… And it was extremely unpleasant to look at. With a horrified expression, you nodded and picked the tray up. - “Understood. Wish me luck, boys. See you in a moment.”
“That’s the confidence we want to see, yea.” - Roach smiled and watched you leave the kitchen. Frenchie leaned into the wooden counter and sighed, stretching the muscles on his neck. - “We talked about feelings and emotions… Me and her. Y/N actually seems to be kinda nice.”
“Oh, I know. You applied Stede’s saying "sharing is caring”?“ - Frenchie asked with an amused smile, having Roach shake his head as he walked out of the kitchen to check on all the bread you two had baked earlier that day.
You, on the other hand, walked through the tiny corridor, putting the tray aside so you could knock on the door. You’ve paced there for quite a moment before the captain even acknowledged the knocking; after three minutes of total silence, he invited you in, but not sparing you a single look.
As you entered the cabin, you stopped yourself for a moment to look at the man sitting in front of you; before, you didn’t have the balls nor the time to stare at him so unhinged, but you sure took your moment now - that evening, the cabin was pleasantly lit up since Blackbeard himself was leaning onto his desk, studying some documents. Upon walking closer, you’ve noticed he has multiple maps on his desk, studying each of them very closely.
Now, when you could actually see his face, he didn’t look nearly as terrifying as you thought he’ll be nor as the books described him. He actually didn’t look like the monster you met earlier that day. This guy in front of you was a brand new person.
The man had a rounded face, sharp jaws, and a pretty pronounced chin; his bone structure was very pleasant to look at. You’ve found yourself letting your eyes wander on his distinctive cheekbones and nose bridge, on his sharp lips and furrow, finally letting yourself look into the eyes that gave you one of the most spiteful and hateful looks you’ve ever seen on a man. And it almost knocked the air out of your lungs when you noticed that the spite and hate isn’t there anymore; his eyes were now calm and warm, just like melted chocolate. Who was this man and what did he do to Blackbeard?
"What’s taking you so fucking long, eh?” - The man growled all of a sudden, raising his eyes to spare you a look. He wasn’t angry, really, he just seemed… Fucking exhausted. - “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“I’m… Sorry, captain. I brought you your evening tea, just like you ordered me to.” - With a sweet smile, you bowed a bit and approached the table to put the tray down. Confidence, confidence, confidence, you chanted inside your head as you tried to stay cool, just stay fucking confident, you’re doing just fine. Blackbeard kept on watching as you moved around and prepared the tea set for him; his hair was covering a huge portion of the view, but you felt that he hadn’t looked away for a second. - “And this is the courtesy of your chef.” - You smiled, pointing your palm at the bowl. - “Would you like me to come to pick up the dishes later, captain?”
When you asked this question, the man sighed loudly and leaned his back into the plushy chair, watching you with his eyes narrowed, furrowing even more than before. He caught his chin in his fingers, leaning his head into his palm.
“Listen to me very carefully. I won’t ever repeat myself.” - With that, Blackbeard quickly licked his lips and started to pour him some tea. - “I would like to apologize for what happened earlier. I wanted to scare you, but I think it was a bit of an overkill., I have no plans of killing you… Yet.” - With that, his brown eyes pierced through you once more, sending you a clear warning - he could change his mind anytime and you had to be prepared and on guard.
Who was this fucking man in front of you? This one seemed almost pleasant to be around, he seemed to be approachable and willing to listen to one’s thoughts. Who was the bloodthirsty Blackbeard you met in the morning? Dear God, you’ve been becoming confused. But just as the boys thought, Blackbeard only intended to frighten you into obedience - he didn’t mean it.
With a smile, you bowed a bit and started to leave the room. Now, you’ve felt million times lighten than before. Hearing him say this was amazing. - “And Mrs. Trott?” - The captain called out to you just as you were to close the wooden door. Nodding, you pushed your head back into the doorframe. - “Before we figure out what to do with you, I’d like you to be my tea brewer, are we clear? Bring me tea once in the morning, once in the evening. Forget one time and you’re overboard.” - Tea brewer? Of all the things you could be, Blackbeard wanted you to be his tea brewer. With confusion, you spared him one last look. It was a strange fucking function, but for all you cared, you could be a cleaning lady and you wouldn’t be happier.
“Yes, captain, we are perfectly clear. I’ll pick up the dishes in the morning and bring you a fresh batch of tea.”
“Great. Now fuck off.”
The Revenge crew !!
The chef/doctor and the roomies
