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Did my boy Edward

Edward's REMAKE

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EDWARD 🐜

(sorry for any English mistakes, I do not speak English )

Specie : Ant 🐜

Gender : Masculine

Family : Stella 🐜

Edward is a very polite and friendly ant! He is very intelligent, he is willing to help people, especially his friends, he will do anything for his friends.

But he's focused on something else ..

Stella, his older sister

Since they were little, they were inseparable, they loved playing together, despite being younger, he was protective of his sister , I wouldn't let anyone hurt her (even though he had less strength). He saw her as someone very special to his life and was very proud of her and admired her.

But due to family fights, she had to leave, but first, she gave him a scarf, and he wears this scarf around his neck, he protects it with teeth and nails (It means he doesn't let anyone touch him ).

He is looking for his sister, and when he finds her, he will cry a lot (a crybaby, poor boy, he misses his sister very much)

Appearance

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An ant that has wings, has brown skin with some spots on its body, and has well-defined eyes. , wears glasses, and as an accessory she has earrings on her antenna, a scarf around her neck is a bag .

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Many people may mistake him for a cockroach, he hates it when people call him a cockroach.

One of his greatest abilities is flying, he is very agile and fast.

One of his favorite hobbies is cutting paper, he likes to create things using paper, creating shapes, like creating a heart on paper ( Even though he cuts paper for no reason, which can be a little weird, maybe it's something he finds satisfying )

NEW OC ! ✨

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Edward 🐜 !

Sorry for any English mistakes

Species: Ant 🐜

Gender : Male

Age : 29 years old

Family : Stella (older sister)

Edward is a very kind and friendly boy, as well as being very intelligent, and also a great flyer.

Many end up confusing him with a cockroach, and he hates it when someone calls him a cockroach.

He has a hobby, he likes cutting paper , he finds it satisfactory

APPEARANCE :

Edward is an ant with wings, brown skin and darker spots, wears glasses and has green eyes , he has like an earring on his antenna and wears a scarf around his neck.

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He was Stella's younger brother

They were like best friends, they always did things together, but because of a family fight , Stella left and he never saw her again . But before Stella left, she gave him a scarf, so he could remember her. and who knows, maybe one day they will finally meet.

His biggest dream is to be able to see his sister back, who knows, maybe one day they can meet.

Fuck you dad

Lightning is incredibly hard to draw.

How tf do people draw lightning?!?

“I... I can’t see.”

Neko Edward

Here I made this. It’s Ed.

Was looking at Edward nicknames

I feel like I just had to share this. This is Edward and he's a uh, teapot spider? Who knows 😔

I really like him though he's so creepy it's cute

fluster-ed *ba-dum tsss*

We'll start with forever...

We'll start with forever...

← Main Masterlist

This is an oc couple I made while listening to the man of the internet's version of Davy Jones song from Pirates of the Caribbean .

Give it a listen it's really good

Gifts at Christmas

Ed: So, Colonel. What are you getting lieutenant Hawkeye for Christmas?

Roy: *Looks at Ed in confusion* what do you mean?

Ed: I mean, what gift are you getting her for Christmas?

Roy: *stares at Ed with a frown* I'm not getting her a gift. *smirks* I keep her company, what more could she want?

Ed: *Rolls eyes* you selfless bastard. *punches arm*

Roy: *holds arm* OWWW! *death-glares Ed* WHAT WAS THAT FOR YOU LITTLE SHIT!

Ed: buy her something nice. *hands Roy a few hundred dollars*

Roy:I have money *huffs and heads off to jewellery shop*

So... I just wanted to Draw Edward scissorhands, i found some original sketch of him by Timm Burton And I tried to Draw him. WHY HE LOOKS LIKE SOME MONSTER MADE BY SOME INSANE SCIENTIST!?!!??!!! (I know He teoretically is, but you know Whats i mean) plus sketches of Tim Burton

MASTERLIST

One shots

Harry Styles:

Missing you

Don't ever leave me

She is...

Antoine Griezmann:

I need you

All that matters

Make me

It's me that's lucky

Charlie Hunnam:

Never the same - A Raymond Imagine (‘The Gentlemen’ 2020)

Whoever you want it to be:

No more

Prompt list for requests

"Nessuna misura del tempo è abbastanza con te ma cominceremo col per sempre."

-Edward, Twilight

im 110% sure cathy puts a little heart on her i's instead of dots

finally got some temps

Creating Dairyland by Edward Janus

So... I am not really sure how this works but I am just gonna say I am open to requests ... you can request anything involving these spicy babies

-Arno Dorian ( I haven’t played unity yet but I can read the wiki)

-Jacob Frye ( once again, I have not played syndicate yet but can read the wiki)

-Connor Kenway

(not sorry for the gif ;D)

-Haytham Kenway

-Edward Kenway

-Shay Cormac

(This list will grow as soon as I actually get my hands on the rest of the games and rewatch some movies) (also I got the gifs from google so they don’t belong to me)

I can do...

-headcannons

-imagines

-drabbles

-ect.

I can do SFW and NSFW (be warned that I have no real experience with NSFW stuff)

I can do angst and sad shit too.

I will write just about anything ( I will NOT write anything what has to do with water sports and scat play because...no)

That’s all I can think of for now... have a nice day! :D

p.s

I only do X Readers, sorry :/

dangerous waters

distant shores: oliver x f!mc and edward mortemer x f!mc (jade hearst)

summary: jade puts her relationship with oliver at risk when she rescues edward and henry.

warnings: violence (threats)

tags: @crazynutella​ @princess-geek​ @bitchloveskcbaseball​

‼️ PLEASE SIGN THIS PETITION DEMANDING JUSTICE FOR GEORGE FLOYD‼️ Justice for George Floyd

Jade moans in pain, curling herself into a ball. Her stomach aches so much it hurts to breathe. She was knocked out cold when the soldiers tossed her in the room. Her arms and legs are tied together with thick ropes, and if that isn’t enough, her eyes and mouth are secured with bandanas. Deprived of sight and speech, Jade focuses on her hearing.

It’s eerily quiet where she is. There’s no muffled voices or shuffling footsteps outside her door. Jade can’t tell if that’s a good sign or not. She could either be guarded heavily by skilled soldiers, who don’t move or breathe or speak, or someone has left her in an abandoned part of the ship where no one ever drops by. Either way, she’s not liking it. It smells of damp wood and sawdust where she’s at, making her nose wrinkle with distaste. Jade suddenly misses the smell of Henry’s cooking and Charlie’s rum.

With a deep breath, she grunts and pushes herself up into a sitting position. She begins to scoot along the wooden floorboards in her bindings, making sure to stick close to the wall so she can feel for a door. Her stomach twinges with pain as she moves. Every couple of seconds, she has to stop to take a breath. Everything is going to be fine. Charlie is going to come soon. The crew is more than capable of rescuing us, she tells herself.

Jade pauses and tugs at her mouth restraint using her shoulder and cheek but to no avail. With a frustrated sigh, she relaxes against the ship’s wall and inhales deeply. I’ve got to find Edward. For all I know, they’ve let him bleed to death already.

Just when she’s about to scoot again, she hears the sound of boots clicking against wood. It seems to grow louder and louder by the second.

“Nrrngg! Mrmm!” Jade murmurs. She erratically stomps her boots, hoping whoever is out there is kind enough to pop in and relieve her of her restraints. The ropes are starting to dig into her skin, but as as soon as the thought arises, it vanishes. She sighs. Please. They are not going to spare me a glance. They’ll probably add more ropes. So she slumps against the wall again, counting down the days until Charlie and the rest of the crew bust in and sweep her, Henry, and Edward back onto the Revenge.

The clicking stops. There’s the sound of wood creaking and a door swinging open. A small gust of wind follows after.

“Nhhmg?” Jade straightens up against the wall. Her hands ball up into fists, alert.

“Ah, here you are,” someone with a familiar British accent says. “I was looking all over for you.”

Oliver!

She catches the faint smell pinewood as his arms brush against her cheeks, working away to undo her bindings.

“Nmhhph—ha… Oliver!” Finally free of restraints, Jade takes a couple of deep breaths and grabs at her red wrists. Her jaw feels cramped and her head aches with dull throbs.

The pain feels familiar. It reminds her vaguely of how she feels after her classmates plummet her with accidental punches and slaps to the face in stage-fighting class. Though usually she’d be tucked in bed under her soft covers with an ice pack pressed to her cheek by now.

She winces and looks up at Oliver.

He’s in his uniform, his sword sitting by his hip. Seeing the blade evokes the memory of him thrusting it into Edward’s shoulder, prying out a cry of pain from the captain. It makes Jade rigid with fury, but she blinks, forcing herself to shove the recollection into the depths of her mind.

Oliver gives her a lopsided smile as he untie the ropes that bind her legs together. The man before her seems so different now. She doesn't know if she can ever see him the same again, and she doesn’t know if she wants to.

He’s acting as if nothing happened, and that angers Jade. The same hands that are untying me are also the ones that hurt Edward. Do not forget that. She feels the onset of hot tears pooling in her eyes and lets out a frustrated huff. Tentatively, in a small voice, she asks, “Where is he?”

Oliver stiffens for a slight moment before saying, “One would usually say ‘thank you’ when someone does them a favor, but because it’s you… I’ll make an exception.”

He drops the thick ropes, the smile on his face fading away when he sees the cold look on Jade’s face. She has to physically stop herself from bursting into laughter at what he said.

“You want me to thank you for releasing me? Should I also thank you for stabbing my captain? Keeping me captive in this room for who knows how long? Letting your men kick and punch me in the stomach so hard it hurts to breathe? Because in that case, thank you. Thank you very much, Oli—no, Lieutenant.” Jade spits.

She pours all the hurt, all the betrayal she feels into the words, hoping Oliver realizes that what he did is unforgivable. She stands, ignoring the way his face crumples into an apologetic look.

Oliver takes a step closer, his fingers brushing against her jawline. With a small sigh, he pulls away and drops his hand. “Jade, I… I apologize deeply for everything. I wasn’t aware they treated you so awfully. I will reprimand them all. Harshly”—he taps the hilt of his sword—“With a sword, if you’d like.”

“It’s not going to change anything, so forget it.” Jade mutters.

She wants to thank him and kick him at the same time, so she does neither, choosing to stretch out her limbs instead. It’s been hours, maybe a day, since she was thrown into the little, dark room. She can’t remember. Time is hard to keep track of when the only thing she can think of is Edward’s well being.

Jade surveys her surroundings, trying to find the best way out. Her hand drifts down to her side where her sword and pistol should be. And of course, they got confiscated. She mutters a curse under her breath.

Oliver watches her move. He takes note of the way her eyes flit to the door every now and then and discreetly steps in front of her, blocking her from the exit. He takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair, looking slightly on edge.

“Why did you lie to me?” he asks, his voice low.

Jade shifts her gaze to him. She stares at him for a long moment before shaking her head and saying, “We’re not going to do this right now, Oliver.”

“I told you I was a lieutenant in the Royal Navy that night, but you didn’t mention a thing about you and Captain Mortemer being friends. Or on the same crew, for that matter.”

“Because I’m loyal to him! Edward—”

“Edward? I see the two of you are friendlier than I expected.” The jealousy in his voice is thick.

Jade heaves a deep sigh, not wanting to continue the conversation. There’s no point. 

Oliver, however, starts to pace around, nodding to himself. Finally, he stops and looks at her, a sharp look in his eye. “He’s a pirate.”

“So I’ve heard,” Jade scowls. “Why do you care? You didn’t even acknowledge me when I first appeared on your ship.”

“I had to capture Edward.”

“By stabbing him when he’s distracted because you know you can’t beat him?”

A hurt look flashes across Oliver’s face before he conceals it with a humorless laugh. “It was a dishonorable move, but had there been any other way, I would’ve taken it. I don’t understand why—”

“You don’t need to,” Jade snaps, cutting him off.

An uncomfortable silence settles between them. The sunlight that floods through the window behind her highlights the dust that’s floating around. It captures her attention. The specks land on the ground, her shoes, and the sacks of potatoes in the corner of the room. It’s everywhere. Jade focuses on everything else instead of the man standing in front of her.

“I’m guessing you’re not going to tell me where Edward is,” she says, breaking the quiet.

Oliver refuses to meet Jade’s gaze, looking pointedly away. “No, I’m following orders.”

“Can you at least tell me what you’re planning to do with him?”

He doesn’t answer.

“You can tell me,” Jade coaxes, taking a step towards him. “I’m only one person. I can’t take down dozens of armed men on my own.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that. You seem like you’re capable of many things.” Oliver speaks coolly, a cold glint in his eyes. The Oliver from the tavern, the one laughing and shielding her from the navy officers, feels like a figment of her imagination now.

Jade’s hands involuntarily curl up into fists. This is it. I can’t take him down, but I know—I hope he’s not going to hurt me.

He adjusts his hat, turning away to leave.

“Taking down the Royal Navy is going to be one of them,” Jade blurts, “so step aside because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Oliver stops in his tracks. He turns around, jaw set. But his voice is soft as he speaks. There’s a hint of remorse in his gaze. “Nor I, Jade.”

Jade opens her mouth to retort but stops short when she notices shadows passing behind her. She spins around upon hearing the clanging of metal and gruff voices speaking quickly, tiptoeing a bit in order to look out the window. What she sees makes her stomach churn with dread.

Henry is getting shoved along by two soldiers. They force him to his knees next to a bloodied Edward, who’s leaned against a pole and shackled with chains.

“What’s going on? What’s happening to them?” Jade demands. She faces Oliver, eyes wide.

“Admiral’s orders,” he says, “Captain Mortemer and the other man are to be publicly executed in London. They’re taking the boat home.”

“Are you here to escort me, then? Am I joining them?”

“No. No, you’re… staying here.”

“Staying here,” Jade repeats. She narrows her eyes. “How did that come to be?”

Oliver swallows, visibly unsettled. He casts a look at the ground before opening his mouth to explain. “It’s selfish of me, but I couldn’t bear letting you die for something you had no part in, so I—”

“Stop.” Jade cuts him off before he can say anything else. She leans over, clutching her aching stomach. She hasn’t eaten, but she thinks she’s going to hurl. This can’t be happening. “Can I…” Her voice cracks. She digs her teeth into her lower lip and takes a deep breath.

“Can I at least say goodbye?” she asks, her voice steadier.

Without waiting for an answer, she pushes her hair back and brushes past Oliver. Jade flings the door open, sprinting down the hallway onto the main deck. An absurd plan forms in her head as she screams for the crewmen to stop. Oliver trails after her. He doesn’t hear it, but she mumbles, “Sorry.”

Outraged soldiers cry out with irritation as Jade squeezes past them, shoving away crewmen who’re handling Edward too roughly. One of them grabs her by the arm, but Oliver halts him with a glare.

“Miss Hearst,” Edward breathes. He moves his chained arms, longing to run his hands through her hair and caress her cheek. Jade holds his face in her hands gently, pressing her forehead against his. Their chests rise up and down with relieved breaths seeing each other alive.

“I’m here, Edward. Everything’s going to be okay,” Jade whispers. “I… I have a plan. Just trust me, okay? I’m not going to let them take you away.” She pushes his matted hair back, her touch light and careful. Blood and dirt soak his tattered clothes but even then, he looks handsome.

Please, please, please, please… Jade knows exactly what she’s praying for. A miracle. She wishes all of their pistols are empty of bullets. She wishes their blades are dull. She wishes a mutiny would erupt right now. She wishes Oliver would call the whole thing off. She wishes she has more time.

Edward shakes his head, his face twisting into one of pain and worry. He grunts as a sharp pain shoots through his shoulder. With gritted teeth, he mutters, “Don’t do it. Don’t risk your life for me.”

“I told you back at Tiburon that I’d be very upset if something happened to you, so I’m doing this. I can’t let you die.” Jade mumbles.

Her thumbs are growing numb with fear as she rubs slow circles into Edward’s skin. She brushes her nose against his, angling her head until her lips fit his. She tastes copper from his blood as she kisses him. With a shaky sigh, she pulls away just far enough to take in the pained expression on his face. She presses another kiss to his lips, harder this time. Edward groans, leaning forward so their chests are flush against each other.

“This is not how I imagined our first kiss to happen,” Jade says, breathless.

“Aye, me neither…” Edward chuckles bitterly.

Oliver clears his throat. He stands there, stiff as a log, as he watches the two. When Jade looks at him, all she sees is a stony faced lieutenant who looks like he’s about to lose his patience any moment. She decides then, that the Oliver from the tavern was indeed a figment of her imagination. It’s easier this way.

“It’s time,” he says.

Jade nods, pulling away from Edward with a sniff. She glances at Henry. “Are you okay?”

“Aye, lass. They bandaged Captain’s wound but shackled him up like he’s a thief. Buncha scurvy dogs.” he says. Henry looks up at one of the navy officers and spits at him, earning a repulsed yelp from the officer.

Jade rises, giving Oliver a pleading look. He tentatively lays a hand on her shoulder, saying, “I’m sorry it has to end this way.”

“Oliver,” Jade says, burying herself in his chest. Her hands skim down his sides. “I’m so sorry.”

She unsheathes his sword, swinging it around until it’s pressing against his neck. Her grip on the hilt is so tight her knuckles are white, and her nails dig into her palm. Nevertheless, she stands tall and keeps her other hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.

Oliver’s crewmen dart forward, but Jade takes a couple of steps back, pulling the lieutenant tight against her body. “Take another step and your esteemed lieutenant is gonna get hurt. Very. Badly.”

They stop in their tracks and look to Oliver for instructions. His breaths are shallow, and he speaks slowly, “You’re not going to hurt me.”

“Release Edward and Henry, and I promise you I won’t.” Jade cocks her head at the officers who were about to load the them onto the boat, saying, “You heard me.”

They make quick work of freeing the two men of their restraints before scrambling away. Jade lets out a small sigh as she watches Henry prepare to launch the boat.

Edward grimaces, touching his wound. “Drop the sword, Miss Hearst.”

She drops her hand to her side but keeps her hand wrapped around the handle. 

A navy officer sprints forward with a yell but Oliver growls, “Stand down.”

He spins around, snarling, “But Lieutenant—”

“I said. Stand. Down.” Oliver’s voice shakes as the last two words leave his lips. Something along the lines of rage and helplessness fill his eyes as he watches Edward wrap Jade into a tight embrace.

“‘Tis going to be alright…” Edward murmurs into her hair.

Jade swallows, solace filling her body from head to toe. She indulges in the hug for another moment before facing Oliver. “When you realize the Admiral is nothing but a sorry excuse for a human being,” she says, stepping onto the boat, “find me. I’ll buy you all the drinks you want and apologize to you again.”

Oliver touches his neck gingerly. The look strung on his hardened face is icy enough to send shivers down her spine.

She flashes an apologetic look at him, not that it’s any use. “Until then… I hope we don’t run into each other again.”

stay with me

choices april challenge DAY 19: stay

@choicesaprilchallenge

DISTANT SHORES: edward mortemer x f!mc (jade hearst)

summary: jade is set on sticking by edward’s side through it all.

warnings: none

song inspo: stay with me by chanyeol & punch

Different from the moment I first saw you This time of fate is passing slowly My heart was heading towards you My heart was racing again The faint light was turned off But my eyes are lighting up again because of you Feels like I’ve loved you from a long time ago Feels like I’m being pulled by something

Jade finds herself enveloped in darkness. She slowly turns, looking for a door but that proves unavailing. There’s only murk. A chill runs down her spine when she realizes there’s no way in or out. 

Robert appears, his boots clicking as he strides toward her. He swings his sword around with ease, a cruel smile on his face. “I told you this wasn’t over.”

Jade visibly tenses, clenching her fists. Nevertheless, she straightens up. “I’m not afraid of you,” she spits.

“You should be,” he growls.

Octavia, Kendrick, and Samuel materialize behind him, all brandishing swords of their own. They all stalk towards her, laughing maniacally.

Jade’s heart pounds as she fumbles around for a weapon. But it’s too dark to see. And they’re advancing too quickly. Damn it, damn it, damn it… she thinks. Cool glass presses against her body as she turns to run. She screams as she pounds her fists against the glass, but to no avail.

Robert grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at him. “Edward would beg for mercy if I had my sword at your throat, wouldn’t he?” he cackles. He drops his voice to a rough snarl as he presses the tip of his sword to her neck, “It’s a shame you won’t be able to enjoy the spectacle. I’ll make him kneel regardless.” His last sentence echoes throughout the shadowy space, stinging Jade’s ears.

She shoots up into a sitting position, gasping. Cold sweat runs down her spine while she runs a hand through her hair. For a few minutes, Jade sits in her bed, a hand over her drumming heart. After it falls back into a steady rhythm, she buries her face into her hands, thinking, There’s no way in hell I’m sleeping again.

With a shaky breath, she climbs out of bed and trudges down the hallway. She emerges from the cabin, shielding her eyes from the beaming sun with her hand as she does so. A gentle morning breeze rustles her hair as she strolls across the ship for some air.

She sees Edward leaning against the ledge, facing the horizon, and stops short. He seems like he’s deep in thought. His head is hung and his shoulders are tight.

It’s the morning after Robert’s escape from the Revenge. Edward had told Jade not to worry about him, but that is a near impossible task. How can she not? He’s Edward Mortemer, the man who has shown her nothing but kindness since the day she popped up in the middle of a crazed fray.

Jade approaches him slowly, leaving a good amount of space between the two of them as she settles at the ship’s ledge. “Good morning, Edward,” she says.

Edward turns to her, flashing her a small smile despite his tense posture. He’s gripping onto the ledge so hard that his knuckles turn white. He relaxes his hand a second later and exhales, “Aye, it’s a good morning indeed. Have you had breakfast yet, Miss Hearst?”

Jade shakes her head, a little uneased. It hurts to see Edward like this and it hurts even more knowing she can’t do anything about it.

“I can tell Henry to cook something for you.”

“It’s alright. I’m not hungry. I just wanted to get some air.”

He nods, a thoughtful look on his face.

A moment of silence ensues. Jade stares out at the unfamiliar waters, her mind spinning with what she should say next. I should comfort him. I want to comfort him.

The seas swirl oddly as she continuously stares at it. There’s a strange sensation in her chest and when she blinks again, an image of Steve appears in the waters. He’s pacing around in his office, a hand on his hip. “That damn girl… pick up your phone…” he mutters into his phone, an irritated look on his face.

Jade blinks again. And he’s gone. She furrows her brows and pries her eyes away from the seas. Oh god, I just looked through time. Again, she thinks. Her home is hundreds of miles—hell, hundreds of years away. How is that possible? Her hand drifts down to her pants’ pocket but her phone isn’t vibrating. Strange.

She hasn’t realized that Edward had been staring until he speaks up again. “Are you alright, Miss Hearst?”

“Yes!” Jade blurts out. She clears her throat. “Yeah. I’m alright.”

“You’re up quite early today. Has yesterday’s events been keeping you from enjoying a good night’s rest?” he asks. An apologetic look falls upon his face.

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then… what?”

Oh, you know I just dreamt of Robert and his crew stabbing me to death. “It’s nothing.” she says. She forces a smile at him.

“I’ve come to know you well enough that there is always something,” he says.

She chuckles a little at his words, mostly in disbelief at how easily he sees through her. Though, that shouldn’t surprise her. He’s a pirate after all.

Half of the sun peeks out over the horizon, casting a beautiful glow on Edward’s face. Jade is mesmerized as she studies the face of the man who first called out to her through the compass. How did he do it? she wonders.

“I’ve been thinking,” Edward begins. “I want to s—”

“Cap’n,” someone says.

The two of them turn around at the voice. Maggie stands near the door to the cabins, a drained look on her face. “May I have a word please?” she asks. Her usual friendly exterior is gone, replaced by a gloomy one. She catches Jade’s eyes and musters a small smile at her. Jade returns the gesture and gives her a reassuring nod.

“One moment,” Edward says to Maggie. He faces Jade, a worried look on his face. “Will you be alright?”

She almost laughs. He’s talking to her as if half of her crew betrayed her yesterday. It’s almost concerning how selfless he is. “Yes… why wouldn’t I be?”

“Whatever is troubling you seems serious.”

“Edward, I’ll be okay.”

He nods, giving her a non believing smile that reads ‘whatever you say’. Without another word, he turns and strides over to Maggie.

—☽

Jade lies face up on her bed, her eyes searching the wooden ceiling. She closes her eyes. And she can almost, almost hear the thundering applause of a thousand audience members as she stands up on a theater stage, bowing. Groaning, she sits up, the image in her head gone. “What’s wrong with me…” she breathes out.

The sun dips below the horizon while Jade hauls herself out to the main deck and up the crow’s nest. The last sliver of sunlight slips away just as she leans against the ledge to breathe in the cool, evening air. I can’t believe I’m thinking about going home after everything that’s happened yesterday, she thinks to herself. No. I’m not leaving. I can’t leave right now. Not when Edward and the crew are like this.

“We keep finding ourselves alone together,” someone says behind her.

Jade turns her head and sees Edward. With the easy smile on his face, he seems more relaxed than this morning. “It’s fate, I guess.” she says.

His elbow bumps into hers as he comes to stand next to her. “‘Tis fate,” he says. A teasing smile plays on his lips a second later. “Or witchcraft?”

She laughs. “Or it’s because you were following me.”

“That is naught but a lie.”

“So, what brings you here, then?”

“Ah… I…”

“Peace and quiet?”

“Aye,” Edward nods, a sheepish look on his face.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Jade says, a playful glint in her eyes.

She turns to leave, but Edward catches her arm. His grip is gentle, not forceful. “Alright, I saw you emerge from your cabin and followed you. Will you stay now, Miss Hearst?” He smiles at her slightly.

“Only because you asked nicely,” she says, resting her arms on the ledge again.

A fleeting moment of silence passes. Jade stares out at the sloshing waters. Unlike this morning, Steve doesn’t pop up. It’s just a dark, vast sea with seemingly no bottom.

“We didn’t quite finish our conversation this morning,” Edward says, ending the quietness.

She nods. “Ah, right. You got cut off.”

Edward heaves a sigh, turning away from the ledge. He leans against it, arms folded. For a heartbeat or two, he doesn't say anything.

Jade raises an eyebrow. Is he hesitating?

“You have to go home,” he finally says, keeping his eyes forward.

Humor drains from her face. She forces a laugh anyway and shakes her head slightly, hoping he’s making another joke. “What?”

But he’s not laughing. His expression is stern as he says, “I hate to do this—”

“Then don’t do it. I’m staying.”

“Miss Hearst, I can't jeopardize your safety.”

Jade lets out another laugh in disbelief. “You’re not jeopardizing anything. I held my ground yesterday. I even stole Robert’s sword!”

“Aye, that you did. But the fight is far from over. ‘Tis only going to get more dangerous.”

“I can hold my ground again. You and Charlie can train me. I won't be a burden.”

“I’m not saying you’re a burden,” he says. He pauses, contemplating his next words. “I’m saying I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you got hurt.” Edward’s intense gaze breaks from Jade’s. He paces a couple of steps away from her and exhales deeply. He trains his eyes on the wooden floorboards as he waits for Jade’s response.

Jade stares at him, a painted picture of vulnerability. She doesn’t know if she should smile or cry. He cares about me. So much that he wants to send me home.

Edward’s voice is softer when he speaks again. “I can’t let you get involved in this, Miss Hearst.”

Jade slowly walks up to him, laying a hand on his cheek to bring his eyes up to hers. His are slightly glossy. She feels her heart beating in her chest as she takes his hand in hers, murmuring, “I want to help you.”

He sighs softly. “So do I,” he says. “That is why”—he takes out his compass and presses it into her hand—“I have to send you home.”

Jade stares down at the golden compass. Excitement should be coursing through her veins right now. She should be jumping up and down and throwing her arms around Edward’s neck, thanking him. Instead, tears pool up in her eyes.

Home. Home is in my hand. In an alternative universe, she’d flick open the compass and let it suck her back to the present. But in this universe, she shakes her head and shoves the compass back into his hand. “I’m staying. I’m staying until we show Robert that we are not to be messed with. I’m staying until we get revenge on the admiral. You say you know me well enough. Then you should know that I can put up a really good fight. If you want to get rid of me, you’re going to have to throw me into the ocean. So. I’m staying... with you.”

The tips of Jade’s ears turn pink. Slightly embarrassed and nervous, she concentrates on the feeling of Edward’s warm hand in hers instead of what he’s going to say next. Is he going to blow up on me? Or worse. What if he just snaps open the compass and it sucks me right in?

Edward is silent but his gaze burns into hers. Jade sees sureness and trust in his eyes. He slowly nods, squeezing her hand in his. “Aye, Captain.”