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“His hair, it hangs in ringlets; His eyes as black as coal; My happiness attend him wherever he may go...”
~“My Jolly Sailor Bold (cover)” by Ashe
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original background photograph // edited with help from Lunapic! // my other main musical accompaniment while working on this, since this would 100% be what these two would sound like, singing together 💗
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Happy Mermay, everybody! 🧜‍♀️ In honor of the occasion, I decided to do some art for my old POTC AU, where Carewyn’s brother Jacob is the infamous pirate captain Black Jack Roberts and his other half Duncan is his merman First Mate often just called Ashe! (As in all canons, regardless of where they are romantically, Jacob kind of never fully lets go of calling Duncan by his surname.)
At the start of Act Two, these two went through kind of a traumatic experience, with Jacob thinking he’d nearly lost Ashe forever, only for Ashe to not only save Jacob from Rakepick for a second time, but also reveal himself as a merman in the process. After Ashe was able to get Jacob to safety on a nearby shoreline, I imagine there was a very quiet moment where Jacob was really able to look his lover over a bit more thoroughly and Ashe, for a brief moment, wondered if he would pull away from him, following the revelation. When Jacob looked up into Ashe’s eyes, though, all the merman could feel from him was pure, surging adoration. When Ashe challenged him on this, demanding if Jacob really didn’t care at all that he was a merman -- a creature who lured and drowned sailors -- the pirate captain actually laughed. 
“Care? Care? Ashe -- all this time you kept telling me...you kept saying you were the one who saved me, by pulling me up out of the water and onto the beach...but you...you did so much more than that, didn’t you? When Rakepick shot me and pushed me overboard...that thing I felt pulling me through the water to safety -- the arms I felt wrapped around my chest...that wasn’t a dream, was it? That was you, Ashe...wasn’t it? And then, after pulling me ashore...you must’ve come up out of the water, taken human form -- even with how dangerous it probably was for you -- just to get me help! And then after all that -- even after you saved my life twice over, and I didn’t even realize it...you stayed with me all this time, as a human, away from your own kind and away from where you belong -- sailing the high seas at my side, as my First Mate...as my partner -- just to help me fill my debt with Jones and find my Wyn! And now, just now, after coming back from the dead...you managed to save my life again.”
Jacob reached out both of his strong arms and grabbed hold of Ashe, pulling him up and out of the water and into his arms. With just about no effort, Jacob had gotten down on bended knee, placing Ashe onto his bent knee so that only his tail remained in the water. 
“Of course I care,” Jacob whispered, his sunken-in blue eyes shining as he placed his forehead beside his First Mate’s. “I’ve never cared more in my life, Ashe.”
Ashe was so overcome by the blazing, all-encompassing warmth pooling off of Jacob that he for a moment was left breathless.
“...Jack...”
When Jacob kissed him, Ashe felt like it was a Kiss of Life circulating air through his lungs when he could not bring it in himself. It filled him with new life and vitality -- made him throw his arms around Jacob in return, clinging to him with new strength.
“I love you,” Jacob breathed against his lips briefly before kissing him again. “God, when I thought I’d lost you -- ”
“Jack,” was all Ashe could manage to breathe back, but the relief and ardor pumping through his veins leaked through despite himself. 
The two lovers kissed over and over again, caressing each other’s faces and hair and trailing their hands beside the other’s medallion earring, paying no mind to the sunset behind them nor for the danger that awaited them, just off that shoreline. 
At least they were together. In that moment, no threat of Rakepick, Davy Jones, or Cutler Beckett seemed dire, so long as that fact was true. 
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