ohh what's your marble hornets sea au?
Im procastinating on studying so i'll take this as an opportunity to ramble lmao it's vaguely set in the age of sail but with a few tweaks and so.
My marble hornets sea au (name pending kekw) it's a psychological horror au focused on the isolation and paranoia that ravages a small ship (The Hornet probably lmao, I am NOT that original) after it's left stranded on the sea.
With the captain and most of the more experienced workers dead, Brian, Alex, Jay, Tim, Seth and Sarah are left adrift on the ocean for almost 5 months. The ship is eventually found by a whaling ship, however, only Jay is found aboard. passed out and hid beneath the deck between the empty wooden boxes that once held the cargo.
The only thing Jay is left with is the memories of the night before the incident that left most of the crew dead, a week of the isolation the new crew was left in and the incoherent ramblings of the logbook of the ship.
He remakes his life back on land, having gotten an intense fear of the sea for reasons he can't recall, and becomes a small journalist for a local paper in a whaling town. However, after 3 years and increasing curiosity, Jay decides to try and find out what happened to the ship, for both himself and in honor of the few memories he has of his friends.
However, as Jay starts joining different ships in search of the truth, following an old letter that claims to have been sent by his old friend Alex, he begins to feel increased paranoia and fear as each ship he joins has a tragedy happen upon it.
It's almost like he is being hunted by something...
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AN ~ Something short and (bitter)sweet <3 Ed and Stede have retired, it's opening night of their new venture, and their crew brings them a little something special to remember an old friend.
For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “I'm not sure they'll accept this.”
Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death
Characters/Relationships: Everyone & Izzy Hands.
Tribute
Years have passed since the end of piracy. For these two, anyway. They’re sun-kissed and beach-waved but spend most of their time landlocked these days. As does their crew. And most of their ship, which has retired with them; the remains of it have formed the bones of their new home: it's a small restaurant, for now, and a couple of beds. They’ve kept the name too. The Revenge. Bar and grill. And inn. And fishing equipment.
They’re opening tonight. It’s been busy, prepping, but not busy enough to distract a very excited Stede from the whispers outside.
“Our first guests!” he squeaks. He waves Ed over to the door and puts a finger to his lips. Ed pauses what he’s doing and leans in too. He recognises the voices.
“I don’t know if they’ll accept this…”
“Don’t be stupid, ‘course they’ll take it.”
“They’ll love it, babe.”
“You didn’t think to ask?”
“Hey, you didn’t ask either!”
“It’s not as sentimental if you ask!”
“Ask what?” Stede pulls the door open. He and Ed are simultaneously struck by the figure of a life-sized unicorn, on their threshold; front hooves raised rampant.
“We brought you a present,” Jim says. “For opening night.”
Stede’s jaw drops. He pushes his way out of the door - there’s not much space with the hooves at eye-poking levels and the crew all clustered around. But he’s entranced. He walks a circle around the unicorn. It appears to be carved from cherry wood, and the craftsmanship is excellent. They must have been saving months for this. For them.
“We just figured, he should be with us,” Wee John offers. “On the new journey, ‘n everything.”
Ed stares from the doorway, tears shining in his eyes. He’d put Izzy’s old ring round his neck, on his slowly disintegrating cravat, so that he could have him here with them tonight. He’d never dreamed of having such a beautiful tribute instead.
“If it’s too much,” Lucius offers, “or too soon, we can-”
“Don’t even think about it.” Ed lunges forward, scooping Lucius into a fierce bear hug. “It’s perfect. I know just where to put it, too.”
They settle the statue in prime position; widely visible and widely able to observe - were its eyes actually seeing - as much of the facility as possible. They figure, Izzy would approve. Ed unties the cravat from his own neck, and the emerald ring tied into it, and affixes it around the unicorn’s well-crafted withers. It gleams in the lantern light. As does, upon closer inspection, its lower left leg. Painted gold.
“Oh,” Stede murmurs, clutching at Ed’s arm. “Isn’t that lovely?”
Ed squeezes back.
“What’s that for?”
Between the hooves is a plank of wood with a round indentation in it, as a saucer or a candle holder would have. In answer, Frenchie raises a glass and tucks it into the space.
“Oh, that’s for his whiskey,” he explains. “Customary to share one at the end of the night, innit? Gotta keep the fairies happy.”
“Fairies.” Roach nods.
“Hmm,” Oluwande interrupts. He frowns exaggeratedly at his crew mates as he pushes his way to the front and holds up - more like, shows off - a bottle of Japan’s finest. “I thought I heard it was the start of the night, what kept the fairies happy.”
“I have heard that, I’ve heard that,” they verify.
“Right then!” Stede declares. He takes the proffered bottle and cracks it open. Ed is already passing out the glasses almost as fast as he can pour. “To the fairies!”
“To the fairies!” they chant.
“To the Revenge!”
“To the Revenge!”
He splashes a healthy dose into the glass at the statue’s feet. Pauses a moment, to raise his own glass with purpose.
“To the Unicorn!”
“To the Unicorn!”
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