Meant to post this sunday (of course), but I got carried away binge-watching Switched at Birth with my sister. Better late than never~!

🏆 How to Win & Prizes 🏆 -Make a character HA and write a bit about them, following the prompt -As always, this contest is open to everyone, not just group members -I will choose 2 winners who will win a WL item worth ~2mil -There will be 6 raffle winners: three for a themed item and three for Subeautique Invitations

⚓ Prompt Challenge ⚓

You are a pirate telling your latest tale (true or not).

Make your fancy, dirty, cowardly, mysterious, or fearsome (or whatever!) pirate and tell their tale~! You should write at least a paragraph about their latest adventure.

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I know not very many of you enter my prompt challenges beacuse of the writing portion, but I still judge 95% of it on how well the HA is made! I made this so it can be like a writing exercise and another way to be creative~!

As an incentive to try your hand at writing, everyone who enters will get a little pirate booty sent to them~❤

⚠ Contest Rules ⚠ -Please ping me so I can see your entry asap! -CWs Allowed -You do not have to own the items you use -Contest will end Monday, August 6th !! -You can still edit or enter until the forum title says "ENDED"

Feel free to ask me any questions you might have, and chat with the other participants. As always, have fun! ♥

You have to write your tale too! You don't have to write a lot, but a few sentences about her latest adventure~

Outfit Not Found Call me Pastelle. I am the bravest, cruelest pirate on the 7 seas, but I love flowers, animals and the color pink, too. Me and the gang was sailin towards Barbados, see, and this huge monster reared its ugly head outta the ocean. The only pirate woman enough to jump in and battle the beast was yours truly - Pastelle! The lads on board our ship was throwin' swords, knives, cookin'n pots and the cook's hard tack at the poor beastie. He was gettin' weaker an' I was about ta finish him off when I sees a tiny beastie right by his side. Well, I might by brave, fierce and cruel, but the sight of a little one turns me all soft inside. So..I called a truce with that huge sea monster, let him live, and I took the little guy back aboard with me, seein' as he kept callin' me "momma". That's me story and I'm stickin' to it.

Outfit Not Found So there I am out at sea on a totally legit job for some really nice guys carrying cargo from here to there and boom! Canon fire out of nowhere. A big navy ship just started firing on our completely innocent cargo ship for absolutely no reason. I mean, come on we are totally just sailors! They have the manpower and the gun power and completely overwhelm us and sink our ship and cargo, taking a quick cut for themselves, I am sure. Next I know I am fished out of the sea and hauled below with a bunch of others, some from my ship some strangers. We are brought into port and set before an interrogator going confess or die so I confess to whatever he asks and get locked in here. You got to help a completely innocent man out! They say I hang soon!

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Brielle was from a good life at one time. Her father died, forcing her & her Mother & sister out in the streets due to the laws of estates passing from male to male. Forced to do what she could to help her family survive, she turned to piracy. She is known for being ruthless in her endeavors & getting what she needs to provide but she's not without heart. She knows what it's like to have to work for every penny you get & to go without. She only takes what she needs. Her name is known all over the waters. When her flag is seen, others move aside & let her go. She's currently sailing for Tortuga as she's heard there's gold to be had.

Outfit Not Found Meranda is a pirate captain of a flying ship in the Mediterranean Sea. She loves being captain of a ship and her crew loves her as well. Having a flying ship does have its advantages over ships that are only sea-bound. She loves to take her crew on new adventures sailing the sea to new mysteries and buried treasure. It is never a dull day on the Skyward. Now when a storm is a brewing that can be just as bad for a sky ship as it can be for an ocean ship so they have to take cover in port, this however just means they all get to go to the bar and drink their worries away, but what worries does a pirate life bring. For this crew not many.

Everyone who has entered so far has gotten their booty~! I've still got a lot more!

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She couldn't help but laugh at the legends. Queen of the Blood Moon, The Beast Whisperer, Siren of Shadows, all equally creative and amusing names. It turned out sailing and looting only by the cover of nightfall had its perks: It made her look more threatening than she really was, and she got to avoid people. A win-win. She chuckled softly to herself and scratched her "beast", Grog, on the head. Scruffy and incredibly loyal, he was her best friend and First Mate, and she couldn't help but laugh at thinking of him as anything other than the silly dog he was. "A terrifying pair we are, huh?" He wagged his tail happily as they sailed into the horizon, ready for another adventure.

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She takes only a certain portion of what they find. Her crew is rowdy and quick to spend money on drink and companions, but she is careful with her share. The only thing she cares about is a trophy of some sort; a ring, a cravat, and well tailored jacket, all things worn on the person who faces, and ultimately loses, to her and her crew.

Over the years the pirate captain has collected an array of fancy and colorful treasures. Hats with long, fluffy feathers and shined boots, earrings and colorful eye makeup, and sometimes even lacy undergarments, line her quarter's wall and tables. She displays her prizes with pride, and wears the ones that fit her frame snug and gives her a spring in her step.

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he's not rly a very good pirate, but he can't die so it doesn't matter. the deaths of his crew never bother him. the seas are just an adventure, ships and crew are his toys. hopefully he's near some kind of civilization so he can find his next ship. it's easy to become captain when you outlive the rest of the crew.

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The gale was over, but the damage was done. Wrecked on a reef, rudder gone, hull cracked, mast broken, and the sails a tattered tangle on the deck. The surviving crew had taken the small jolly boat to try their chances at finding land, leaving him to rot with his ship.

The captain stays with his vessel to the end...

Worst of all his favorite boots were lost to the sea. So much for treasure....

If only his navigator, God rest his soul, hadn't had such a sharp eye for cartography errors. They never would have been looking for a unsalvaged galleon, lost somewhere in these waters. The royal navy and company had never found the gold laden vessel because of a 10 degree error in latitude in the ship's log. Sunk in shallow water the log had said. Easy pickings. He clutched the torn page tighter, cursing all maps and all mapmakers, as his foundering ship shivered and broke beneath him.

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It was, perhaps, not the best situation to be in - he was man enough to admit it. The storm had been terrifying, the kind that seadogs use in stories to scare the new kids in the taverns. Giant swells had been all around and despite his calls to drive her up the hill it had been no use. The ship had been taking on water and he’d ordered the crew into the jolly boats - better for them to take their chances in the smaller crafts and hope they could weather the storm.

He’d stayed, of course, manned the helm and tried in vain to steer - span the wheel pointlessly and cursed the sea and all who tried to sail it. A handful of his men remained at their posts, loyal to the end and knowing that the jolly boats were futile. Captain Isaac Shaw had carved a name for himself in sweat and blood - a name as one who honoured the code - he wouldn’t ruin it by having a survivor claim he’d not gone down with the ship.

Hands tight on the wheel and eyes clenched shut and heart full of sorrow and-

There. A final rogue wave had swept over the ship and dragged him overboard. The water had been cold and dark with only the flashes of lightning on the surface as he tumbled endlessly down. He had vaguely seen a dark mass beneath him, somehow distinct from the sea itself. The air had been punched from his lungs and as the water flooded his lungs it had all gone black.

He’d never expected to wake again. He’d certainly never expected to wake in the belly some kind of beast. There had to be some way out, there were lit lanterns and barrels of rations inside, the skeletons of the unlucky who had come before him. Isaac’s sword had remained in its sheath during the ordeal but no matter how long he hacked at the fleshy walls there was no progress. The frustration mounted - to survive the storm and die like this was an insult. Hour after hour was spent slashing haphazardly and cursing as he went before noticing something strange. What had seemed to be a sealed room of flesh now appeared to have a turn at the end, like a hallway. Slowly but surely light seemed to be coming from just around the corner.

He avoided looking at it. A life of relying on his instincts had served him well and everything in his body screamed to stay away from the light. Something about it rattled him and seemed to shake the cobwebs in his mind away. How could there possibly be lit lanterns and untouched barrels of food inside a beast? If he had been swallowed in the storm then where was the water and was there nothing else being swallowed to fuel what must surely be a large fish of some kind? Hours of no progress and never fatiguing. No sense of true hunger or sadness as if some kind of block. And now the gradually brightening light.

Ah, thought Isaac. It was not an insult to die in the belly of a beast - if you had never been in the belly of a beast at all. He hoped the light would be warm, and that his crew would meet him on the other side. Whatever was around that corner he would face it with the dignity of a Captain. He sheathed his sword, and walked to his fate.

Your outfit is gone! You need to keep it there until the contest has ended~!

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He hadn't been the best captain, his ship wasn't the fastest, but he won it in a gamble over a game of dice. Unfortunately for the newly appointed Captain Nazareth his crew wasn't satisfied with just the adventure and freedom of the seas. They wanted to be paid too, compensated for their work, even rum would do... Except they couldn't even pilfer a barrel or two. Angry, Nazareth's crew abandoned their captain on the nearest coast and set off for fairer waters. No matter, he'll get a new ship, and a new crew. Quitting isn't in the books, the seas too plentiful with adventure, and someday he'll get better. When that day comes his old crew will find themselves at the other end of his cannons.

had to edit to ping you sorry Private Outfit

Ho ho ho ho a pirates life for me ....................... that was to be my future and things were going my way.
Not all Pirates are scoundrels with bad teeth, some of us are quite dashing. The crew and I loved our old Captain Numble who had a sixth sense of where ships carrying gold and silver would be passing and we had a number of successes in the 3 years we were at sea. Our Captain was OLD did I tell you that already? As the old man lay dying he made me the Captain of the Swinehog, a seaworthy enough old tub but rounding the Cape of Fear with a Typhoon not far behind her, the old tub broke apart, and before the crew and I could salvage enough to keep us alive she went down to the depths of the sea. Five grown men, a boy and I were the only survivors with nothing to show for those three years of plundering except a few gold coins and an empty chest that washed ashore with us. That is how we ended up on this forgotten piece of rock. No other land is in sight and we never saw a bird or any form of sea life ever!
The last thing our former Captain said was "Dead men tell no tales and gold buys you the world but, don't ever be getting stuck on an island because that could very well be the death of you!" Now 10 years later those words never sounded more true. One by one the men starved and withered away and all that is left are their skulls at my feet. Even little Jamey died and I am all alone waiting, hoping , praying for a ship to find me.

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The Devastating Sea Maiden

What?! You haven't heard of the tale of the Devastating Sea Maiden?

Well bring me a pint mate and I'll tell ya all about it...

Long ago a damsel was on a vessel with her family traveling abroad when they were commandeered by pirates. They killed her family; however, the captain saved her for his own. She swore revenge on the crew and on a night of a bloody moon (when the captain and most of the crew had gone ashore for provisions), the devil himself gave her such an opportunity. They made a deal whereby she obtained the power to woe any man that has sinned to do her bidding. She could also suck the life out of them to remain youthful. Their souls would then belong to the devil... but when she would want help, she could summon them to do her bidding.

Once the crew came back, they were never seen of again... except for the unfortunate souls that encountered them upon her summoning.

The worst part is she doesn't even keep the treasure... all yar hard work is given to feed orphan children and stray animals! All's one work wasted & yar soul taken matty... stay away from her at all costs!

a different kind of pirate, because i immediately thought of those piracy warnings you used to get at the start of dvds/vhs :P Private Outfit They were called The Pirate. The latest rumours spreading through the slums was that it was a small group of activists that was systematically hacking into some of the biggest corporations on AR-0609 and causing havoc. The Pirate didn't mind the inaccuracies, and had in fact helped start a few themselves. But without a crew, they were in fact a lone crusader. Angered by the corruption, the monopolising of resources, the atrocities dealt to the lowest of the low by those born into power, The Pirate felt forced into action. They had begun small, first targeting members of the Star Board, deep diving into their personal archives, searching for dirt, following the finances, and leaving behind their now signature virus. Dubbed 'Treasure Chest', the virus entombed data nuggets, only releasing them once a ransom was paid. Whether it was released back to the owner, or to the public, or not at all, remained at The Pirate's whim, and it was an untrustworthy whim at that. Who knows where they will strike next? Have you anything to hide?

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I present you Dickinson 'Cunning' Bentham, the harpooner of the Seven Seas. Dicksinson is no ordinary harpooner - While others will aim their spears into whales, sharks and other ships, Dickinson's is always aimed at hearts.

Its no mystery that pirates takes what they want, let it be a casket full of coins or a a young lady, but Dick always gets everything handed to him, just that easily. His story beings when he got tired of being just a deck cleaner, being bossed around and used as drudge, so he grabbed the luck when it showed up.

In a travel to loot a small village in one island, Dick came across an old witch. Begging for her life, she told he could become anything he want, but everything comes with a price. That didn't matter to Dick, he said he would spare the old woman's life if she gave him that power, and so she did.

Now, years later, Dick is the captain of his own ship, making anyone he wants to fall in love with him, and not only humans - he may be the first pirate imune to sirens and mermaids. This is the life he always wanted, but the "price" will soon be charged.

Private Outfit [font=cambria]"Yer damned close ta bein' one o' 'em, Cap'n." The First Mate of the Emerald Sunset, Balea Chavez, spoke with the broken drawl of an upbringing entirely on the seas, never quite staying at one land long enough to acquire more than a passing notion of its dialect in the past twenty-five years. He leered at his Captain, Rafael Fernando, striding casually back and forth like a proud peacock in some of the finest clothing they had ever salvaged. "Aye, me fingers' itchin' ta draw me knife an' hava go atcha!"

"A promising compliment, if this guise can distract even you, my old friend," Rafael answered with a touch more culture. He examined his own reflection in the cracked mirror beside his desk, ashen eyes passing over the lush cloak swaying at his side, the soft shirt tucked into equally fine trousers, the supple leather boots that had never seen a day of salt. He carried himself well enough in this nobleman's garb, yes, but one look at the copper studs at brow and nose would alarm the true blue-bloods.

His gaze turned to the freshly dried Qrykee mask sitting beside the mirror. Balea had done well to hunt the beast and strip it down so cleanly a week past and a sea away. He picked the mask up in his left hand, bringing the tough hide to his nostrils to breath in the scent-- and a broad grin broke across his face at the lingering hint of blood.

He would wear the rest of the hide when he returned to himself and the ship tonight, but for a few hours, he could wear another man's name and clothing and stride. He looked up into his reflection one more time before he placed the mask over his eyes. Let Galo bring the hounds forward. My wench's chambers are in need of fresh pelts.

Satisfied that no mainlander would capture the scent, Rafael nodded to his First Mate. "Bring the rowboat around, Balea, and then I leave the rest of the crew in your care. The Masquerade begins at dusk, and I have waited long enough for this night."

"Aye, Cap'n! Jus' givus yer call!"[/font]

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[font=cambria]Infiltrating Lord Galo Gaspar's estates was a trifling matter, and would have been even if he hadn't made the necessary preparations. The man had grown lax on his stolen gold, lulled into the comforts of mainlander-luxury. There were no hungry Ruffies kenneled on the property, no alert Telenines sniffing at the guests coming in from the garden, and not even a proper regiment of hired soldiers to secure his land, just two old men who were asleep at their stations with wine in their stomachs and music in their ears.

Beneath the Qrykee mask, Rafael grinned with a touch of the dead beast's feral delight at finding such easy prey. Have I taught you so poorly, little Galo? Was that the reason you thought you could steal from my treasury, and escape to this peaceful little coast away from the rest of the civil wars? Did you think this was far enough to hide away from your debts? He wanted to laugh, but once he started that, he would never be able to contain himself, and it was still too soon to reveal himself.

His gaze panned over the ladies to whom Galo had issued invitations, giggling young things growing weaker by the drink, and there were more women than men gathered here tonight, the better for Galo himself to escort to-and-fro across the floor and fawn over with clumsy disguise of his hunger. That much had not changed since last Rafael laid eyes upon the deserter. Sooner or late, one would give in.

To keep up pretenses as he waited, Rafael approached an older woman sitting by herself. Auburn hair curled around her pale Jollin mask, coming short of her matching gown. "Care you to dance, fair lady?" he asked with an effort to lower his tone.

She looked up at him, and there was something about his stance, the way he stared into her eyes, which made her stand and slowly offer her hand toward his. "Why not?" she answered with a deep, smokey voice. "My husband has seen fit to take one of these strumpet's for his own by night's end."

"Is that so?" Rafael said. "Then allow me the pleasure of distracting you from such woes." He took her hand into his own and lead her onto the floor, and they did dance, at first with the grace that Rafael had practiced over the week, and then with less and less of the nobility such an event implied was necessary. There were murmurs from the rest of the crowd, but if she cared she did not slow or stop, and Rafael found that he enjoyed her company more than he had expected. As for Galo, the man cared even less than she, never so much as looking toward them.

At last, after three songs, Galo lead his intended wench from the floor and toward the back of the manor. Rafael lead the woman in his arms aside and nodded after her retreating husband, and she sighed. "Thank you, sir, for the distraction, but I am afraid that I no longer feel up to this affair."

It no longer mattered if he wore the Qrykee mask. Rafael slid it from his face and leaned forward to kiss her beneath her own, and after a beat she returned the kiss with a passion that spoke of loneliness. He broke the kiss with true reluctance, and said, "I've business with your husband to conclude tonight, but for you I shall return."

"I... I would like that, sir." There was the slightest hesitation as she examined his piercings. "But what shall I call you while I wait? I am Camilla."

"Captain Rafael Fernando." With a final glance, which told him that she did not recognize his name, and no little scandal circling among the guests, he left her there.[/font]

[font=cambria]"Cap'n!" Balea greeted an hour later as the rowboat returned. "An' a fine lass!"

"Balea," Rafael answered. The sack which moaned weakly between he and Camilla received a harsh kick from the scorned woman. "I've a new mistress to attend to this night. Treat little Galo here to the respect he has earned."

"So yer found 'em!" Balea hauled up the crumpled sack. "Lads! Lookie 'ere!" [/font]

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Ahoy! This is the story of the dragon queen. Who is also an awesome captain of her ship. On her travel across the sea she faced the worst nightmare a captain ever faced! The Kraken sea monster! The Kraken raised it's large tentacle over the side of the ship smashing the mast and sail to pieces! I grabbed my Guiding Moonstone Staff and the force of light from it and killed the Kraken, but it had already destroyed the ship and it was sinking! I grabbed some planks of wood and a piece of sail and made a raft before the ship and crew went to Davy Jones' locker. I survived barely!