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The Pirates of the Caribbean

This dock is of limits to civilians

_ I'm terribly sorry, if I see one I'll let you know.

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You are without a dought the worst pirate I've ever heard of.

- but you have heard of me. -Jack Sparrow

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Gentleman and my lady, you'll always remember this day as a day you almost caught capetain Jack Sparrow. - Jack S.

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You seem somehow familiar, have I treated you before? - Jack S.

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....they leave no survivors

-No survivors? then where do story's come from?

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Parlays!

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I disclaime to aquest to your request...witch means NO.

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How far are you willing to go for this woman?

- I'd die for her.

Oh good, no worries then.

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The only rules that are important are, what a man can do, and what man can't do. Can you sail alongside a pirate or can you not?

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Take what you can. Give nothing back.

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Everything that we can afford to lose, see that it is lost.

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Me a dishonest? Dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest one's you have to watch out for because you can never predict they're gonna do something incredibly stupid.

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Complications arose, insude and overcome.

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The capitain seems to be acting strange-er.

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Is this a dream?

- no

I thought so, if it were there would be rum.

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There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes.

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I love these moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.

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The problem is not the problem; The problem is your attitude towards the problem.

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Just close your eyes and pretend it's all a bad dream, that's how I get by.

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Mate, if you choose to lock your heart away, you loose it forever.

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My first and only love is the sea.

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For sure, you must be lost to find the place that can't be found, elsewhere everyone would know where it was.

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I'm not looking for a trouble.

- what a horrible way to live.

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So you see, every man has a price his willing to accept, even for what he hoped never to sell.

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Drop the weapons or I kill the man!

- Kill him. His not our man.

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How dare you do exactly what I would do if I were you.

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What are you doing? You can't read.

- It's a Bible you get credit for trying.

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I regret nothing. Ever.

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The world used to be a bigger place.

- The world is still the same, there's just... less in it.

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You actually were telling the true.

- I do it quite a lot actually. Yet people are always surprised.

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That's tempting.

- If we had tiny bit of decency. We'd remove temptation from their path.

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Do excuse me while I kill the man who destroyed my life.

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Gentelman, I wash my hands of this madness.

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You may kill me but you may never insult me.

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No cause is lost if there is a fool left fighting for it.

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Death is a day worth living for.

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If people keep saying that, then it must be true.

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Gentleman lets woman's believe their fantasys.

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You lied me by telling me a truth? That's good. Can I use that sometimes?

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I'm horologist.

It's okay. We all need to earn for life.

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You'd leave me over some horologist?

- Yes.

You Man are all alike.

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Not all treasure is silver and gold mate.

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Sailors tell stories, pyrates make legends.

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Universal Tales- Recounting of the Helix, From the Words of Avaas(Altersae)

He of Entropy, of Sentience, and the creator of the Laws of Order. The catalyst to the creation of new Existences from inertia, from the nothingness of Nix.

My kin have long forgotten of Ulym, our forefather whose birth sparked the very first Existence. From it formed the concepts of a flow of time from which would mark the birth and death of universes and ends of cycles, a stabilized space for astral bodies to form upon, alternate universes and countless dimensions where life could be born, and of course, the essence of what is 'nothingness'.

With his birth did Nix first appear as the embodiment of the inertia before Ulym's entropy, then I as the embodiment of a universe branching into countless others, then Tilisnet as the embodiment of a Cycle taking motion, and ending with Seclir as the embodiment of a plane for creation.

When life first began to form in the very first Cycle, he gained twenty one strange 'eyes' that circled behind him, each of them starting closed.

The strange mortals foretold that when the day came where all of these 'eyes' would open, we would be obliterated and our existences reset to the time before even Ulym was born, an event that would come to be known as the Severance Unto Nihility.

We had all assumed it was nonsense, and as the many cycles passed, we simply watched as each 'eye' opened, paying no need and noticing no significant issues out of the norm.

By the ten thousand eight hundred seventh Cycle, though, nineteen 'eyes' had opened and Seclir would be the first to declare that the Existence of that Cycle had become unstable. Tilisnet would also take notice, and I myself saw as the space between universes and dimensions would shift and shatter with increasing frequency.

Ulym himself was becoming increasingly unstable as he began to cause excessive entropy, but he tried to assure us that this would be temporary and the next Cycle would return to how they were in the past.

When the next Cycle was born, it was not normal as we had thought it would be. The various worlds would shatter against each other and the space in between them unfurled and unraveled violently, the instability caused by this rippling across all of the Existence. Time would begin to fold onto itself and trap many lives into unbreakable loops until they went mad, and I bore witness to entire realms collapsing onto each other and universes locked from travel due to the instability causing all laws to disintegrate into utter chaos. Nothingness would bleed into the Existence and undo all the efforts of Tilisnet and Seclir, and neither Nix nor I could do more than observe how the uncontrolled entropy ravaged the living and metaphysical into nonexistence.

Ulym himself had not improved and had trapped himself into one of the locked universes, uttering complete madness as the 'pupils' of the 'eyes' would dart and glare into various dimensions and stare into my very being every time I had glimpsed into the locked universes. The time of the opening of the twentieth 'eye' was nigh, and we could not predict when the twenty first would open and bring forth the Severance Unto Nihility.

Tilisnet, Seclir, Nix, and I could no longer manage the damage uncontrolled entropy caused, and so we had resolved to take action against Ulym directly, something we had never conceived would ever occur.

By the time we had created our plan, more than half of the Existence was destroyed or irreversibly warped into unrecognizability.

Seclir and I would forcefully merge the locked universes and twist the remains of collapsed dimensions to create a 'sprout' that we tasked Tilisnet and Nix to 'plant' at the very start of the first Cycle, and this sprout would be further twisted by Tilisnet to create the beginning of the Helix of Undoing.

This 'seed' would be our final hope before the twentieth eye fully opened, the catalyst to create the direct opposite of the Laws of Order where time flowed backwards among many other strange Laws. This would become the essence of the Helix, where ends would come before beginnings and reality is no longer separate from the imaginary or unfathomable; where death comes before life and all things would be created before a nothingness could be born.

Whatever we could fathom in our Cycles would not apply in this parallel to the Laws of Order, and we pleaded to our very essence that Ulym would not break through the Helix of Undoing. 

As many Cycles passed since the sealing of Ulym, the mantle of the concept of Entropy has been passed to myself among my duties as the Watcher, though Seclir has long forgotten why I had assumed this role, and Tilisnet, who is the only other that remembers, has sealed himself away in the in-betweens of the High Realms since his Realm was destroyed.

Nix holds great malice towards us as he believes we had abandoned him, but he too has forgotten Ulym.

It is unlikely that Ulym will ever be unsealed, and by the time the Laws of Order undo themselves in a Cycle far from even my own perception, the Helix of Undoing will have run its course and the 'eyes' of Ulym will be closed once more.

This hope and the Helix are the sole things that grant me the strength to continue my duties...But I fear that when the day comes where the Laws of Order and the Helix of Undoing meet at the Point of creation and undoing, Ulym's and my kin and I's roles will be reversed, and we will be sealed in his steed as we, too, go mad.

May Ulym never again see the light of creation in the Laws of Order.

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Elvarian Tales- Delkhiir's Worthy

In a cave sunk by time once lived a being who ascended five times.

Once upon a distant era, they were another elf from the remains of civilization, one of the many that were born in a time when the world was ravaged by volatile power and shrouded by a false night.

The first time they ascended, they received a core of stars that shone as a sun would in the ashen skies and ruins of empires.

The second time they ascended, they received a core of fire that scorched the ground they landed upon, leaving only scorching lava and a flaming wasteland.

The third time they ascended, they received a core of water that caused the tides to swell and ferry a small fleet to land.

The fourth time they ascended, they received a core of wind that swept land into the skies and seas and joined together stray islands.

The fifth time they ascended, they received a core of nature that brought forth seeds of goodwill for the new kingdoms to attain prosperity.

For an elf to survive not one but five ascensions allowed them the respect of the otherworldly elementals, and thus they were given a choice never before afforded to a mortal- to become a Potentate and see the Elemental Planes with mortal eyes but only if they forfeit the mortal realms, or to remain as a mortal soul but at the cost of renouncing their existence when the power of their cores fade. They chose to remain among the elves and life, desiring a death on their own terms and to leave mortal disciples before they passed.

The elementals seemed to understand their choice and would grant the ascender two gifts- to shift time as many times as they had cores, and a name that befit the first mortal deemed worthy by them. The ascender would receive the new name of Delkhiir, "valiant" in their strange language.

Delkhiir would meditate in a cave upon an island, emanating faint traces of elemental energy through the corners of the world in order to seek those with the sensitivity to sense them. Of the repopulating world freed from artificial night, 25 would come before Delkhiir, some that followed through strange crystals that guided them to the island, some that came of their own merit, some that stumbled upon the island by mere chance.

Of those 25, 13 would lie and 12 were sincere.

The 13 that lied were struck down with a ray of pure starlight for the audacity to lie in the face of an ascender. Of the 12 that spoke the truth, Delkhiir would choose four to be their disciples, the rest swearing an oath of secrecy and turned away kindly.

These disciples would take on pseudonyms drawn from syllables of the elemental language, the first, a Flaernan, taking the name of "Vaj", the second, a Floernian, taking the name of "Lemn", the third, an Avianaen, taking the name of "Nin", and the fourth, a Dalirnan, taking the name of "Kor".

The first disciple, though he spoke the truth before Delkhiir, had intentions far from pure. He desired the world and perhaps more, and when he received the core of fire he scorched many in war. When he died, he died as an arrogant fool- the face of a man who knew only greed and bloodlust still plastered upon his face when the lightning struck. He left a legacy of terror and slaughter, his existence scorned by the elementals. His name was Derevysk-Vajkarr, and then he became little more than ash.

The second disciple was oblivious but only had well-wishes for the world, diffing from the first in his insidious nature. She wished no more than for the world to be given a brighter future and thus was she sent to the time of Floernia's birth with the core of water to nurture. She was overwhelmed by the power she failed to understand, and soon was she misguided and created rains that flooded coasts and raised tides. In these tides did she sink below, consumed by great sorrow. She left a legacy of failure and regrets, her existence pitied by the elementals. Her name was Adolia-Lemniin, and then she became little more than sea foam.

The third disciple was most similar to Delkhiir in intention- he too wished to take on disciples and grant them the power to alter the course of the world, but also worthy of having people to call his own through ascension. He would be sent to a time only a few millennia before with the core of air, and three would become four as he became the fourth of a kingdom's Lords. He fell to the same covetous desire of the first disciple and betrayed his ascender brothers, their kingdom spiraling into war with the deaths of their sires. When he died, he did so in shame as the remains of his brothers struck him true. He left a legacy of betrayal and ruin, his existence forgotten by the elementals. His name was Thervos-Aninaar, then Thiroaven, and then he became little more than a breeze.

The fourth and final disciple was unambitious in terms of fostering or conquering- Kor desired little more than to learn and understand what was beyond the lands and seas to wander. They would live upon the island and learn of the age lost in shadow and ideals of the elementals, declining to see the past or future in order to learn all of the present outside of the world. Delkhiir thought Kor to be strange, but there were not unwelcome to a life as a teacher rather than a master, deeming it better than to witness their fourth core be used for the domination or destruction of people. Delkhiir would pass on as much of their knowledge as they could, both tales of the past and tales of the Elemental Planes, but they knew their memory was failing as time wore away at their existence and there was only so much they could still recall.

Delkhiir once had five cores sustaining their existence, and now they had two, mortality looming over them. But they did not say this to their fourth disciple, only wishing for Kor to attain some form of happiness after seeing the folly of the preceding disciples.

The first part of Delkhiir to fail was their legs, and they could not be moved from the position of the lotus. They smiled and told Kor not to worry, but Kor was not so unlearned that they could be fooled by Delkhiir's reassurances.

Kor knew they lacked the power to slow the progression of Delkhiir's gradual descension, so they chose instead to lessen Delkhiir's grieving of their loss in the only way they could.

In the cave, where Delkhiir sat was only able to see the very top of the opening but was otherwise in darkness from sunset to sunrise. Before their legs failed, Delkhiir often would arise to view the passage of the celestial bodies and absorb traces of stellar energy, but now they could not, and it seemed to slightly quicken time's effects on their body.

Kor would chisel away at the entrance of the cave and carve openings into the sides to allow light to reach Delkhiir, and they would also scour the world for the shedding and cores of half-elemental beasts to imbue into crystals to bring light and energy into the cave.

Without the other 3 cores, Delkhiir could not be sustained on any energies save for stellar and nature, and both were rare to find from willing beings or in natural occurrence.

Once, Kor stumbled into the cave suffering from fatal injuries, as they had tried to steal a celestial artifact from the vault of a kingdom and were caught and nearly executed. Delkhiir felt great sorrow for allowing Kor to end up in this state, as Kor had spent their youth with Delkhiir instead of seeking happiness in the prime of their life, and so Delkhiir would grant the core of nature to them.

Kor would awake from a coma after the acceptance of the core and was to interrogate Delkhiir on why they had chosen to sacrifice one of the few things sustaining them for a mortal like themselves, only to find that Delkhiir was unmoving and did not draw a single breath.

Though Delkhiir was not to die yet, they had chosen to fall into stasis for whenever the absolute last being considered worthy would come before them, both to preserve their own existence for as long as what was still possible and also to relieve Kor of the burden they had put upon them.

The core of nature was small and fragile after being worn down by many millennia of existence, and Kor would perish after only a century, finding that their only happiness was as the student of Delkhiir. They did not leave a legacy to the rest of elvenkind, but their passing was mourned by the elementals that still remembered Delkhiir. Their name was Koriinaan, "gift" in the language of the elementals, and then they were little more than a single budding flower on the island.

When the island inevitably was consumed by the tides, no fifth disciple was ever able to receive the core of stars. With time, the core would finally fail, and so Delkhiir would cease to exist.

Those that observed the stars witnessed five stars blink out of existence on the day Delkhiir died, but they would never know why nor the story of the four tragedies that came before. By mere coincidence, these stars were named Vana, Lanae, Noien, Kaio, and Delhir, and there was no one left that could grieve for these stars.

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Astray

Sneak peak for the next post legends post

One bolt that struck the arrogant first true,

Two pearls that drowned with the second's sorrow.

Three tendrils that dissipated with the third's regrets,

Four petals that sprouted from the learned fourth.

The one they called 'master' is no longer in this world,

Five stars blinked out when they disappeared.

Of the Trifold Eclipse and a Bygone Era, an Elvarian Short Story

The sky was not always smothered in ash and debris, and we of the three kingdoms were not always so somber and defeated. 

We were once proud and mighty peoples, we that held the power of the three moons and sun of this world, but all that is left of our radiant legacy are ruins and shriveled bodies.

All we have left to hope for is to remember the past and pray for a future to carry on our memories, and so do I leave this story on this wall to preserve for whomever finds this some thousands of years from now.

When there was still a sky and celestial bodies in our sight, we would celebrate an event known as the Trifold Eclipse where all the moons of this world would align with the sun and cast a silvery shadow upon this world, and this only happened once every seven thousand years.

We of Lunaris would come out from the night on this rare occasion where we did not have to fear the weakness the daylight brought to us, and those of Solaris would come out from the day on this rare occasion where they did not have to fear the weakness the dark of night brought to them.

Those of Urthalis would prosper most at this time, as both the sun and moons were present, and this eclipse would last one week.

We would hold vibrant and plentiful feasts and festivals in the main city of each kingdom, traveling throughout the world in a sort of drunken pilgrimage in our finest festival garb. Tournaments would be held to test each others’ physical and magical prowess, and cities and villages would shine brightly with the celestial energy that bathed the world in shimmering light.

Though the flow of the violet Asurei was weak during this eclipse, this was a time of celebration for our victory against the Dak-Shan many, many generations ago, and a time to thank the celestial bodies for shining upon us and granting us their power.

We were all at our most powerful during this one week, and on the eve of the final day of the eclipse, every citizen would gather at their capital city and channel their power into crystal vessels.

The vessel of Solarine shone bright gold like the sun that they drew from,

The vessel of Lunaris shone pure white like the pale moons,

And the vessel of Urthalis shone a warm vermillion like the vivid sunrise and sunset.

These vessels represented the empires we had built and the legacy our ancestors left for us to continue, and in these vessels too were our well wishes to the future generations and prayers for our empires to last forever.

On the first light of the last day, Solaris would raise their vessel into the sky and watch as it became another star in the sky.

On the sunset of the last day, Urthalis would raise their vessel into the sky and they too would watch as it became another light in the rays of the descending sun.

On the midnight of the last day, we of Lunaris would raise our vessel into the sky and watch it as it followed the separating moons and disappeared into the blackened night.

As the vessels faded from the sight of the three kingdoms, so too did the eclipse’s corona leave the skies and thus did this time of celebration end.

We never thought that The Fall would occur less than six months after the last Trifold Eclipse.

Now, this is but a distant memory that fades with each year that passes, and over four Trifold Eclipses should have happened by now…

But we no longer have anything to celebrate with a shrouded sky, and so do I entrust this memory, and thus the legacies of our fallen empires, to you from the future.

If we do not survive this age of darkness, please let our memories do so in our stead. -------------------- The Trifold Eclipse is no longer celebrated by the people of Elvaria after the many tens thousands of years of darkness and strife, and there is only one kingdom left that directly draws from celestial power. Of the many traditions of the Cycelian empires left behind in the distant past, this festival is one of such that will never see a revival. The memory endured through stories passed down through the ages, but the spirit of it died with its era. Some believe that there should be a revival of it for the preservation of the past's glory, but the majority believe that those days should be left to time in order to look forward to a new golden age.

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Magic  world

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OPEN. | @storieswrittcn​ —  [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other from peter p/arker!

“How in the hell did you even manage T’GET this far out here ? Hold STILL ! Yer gonna make me mess this up and I’m just gonna laugh at you, y’know ?”

She doesn’t mean it -- MOSTLY -- but slender fingers hold steady as she holds the skin together in order to push the needle through it. The pot of hot water sat cooling from where she sanitized the needle, she’d be using the warmed water later to clean him up. She just feel’s bad that she doesn’t have any painkillers. She’d have to go nick some in the morning, but for now she offers up her bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey. No, Spider-Man most certainly did NOT interrupt her bout of depressive drinking to try and drown the loneliness. She was simply celebrating another day of successfully beating the shit out of her abusive ex, who currently is suffering three broken ribs, a busted lip, TWO black eyes and she tried to dislocate his knee but her bat may have missed. Eh, she could be clumsy sometimes. 

What she didn’t expect was an old work buddy of hers from New York to suddenly pop up on her fire escape, big gash on his back and having to help lift his heavy ass onto her ratty old couch. She has him braced against one arm rest, bangs held back with a red headband and eyes focused on sewing him closed before her cleaned flesh could get any more infected. She finishes up the last touches with a satisfied hum, cutting the thread and proceeding to dress the five inch wound. She’d definitely need to stock up on supplies again, especially for him. The wound was pretty deep; she wonders if she can threaten a doctor for painkiller’s as well as antibiotics ? Couldn’t hurt to try !

“There ! All done, now to clean ya up ! I’d give you a lollipop but I ate the last one. Oh ! No wait, here y’go !”

Did the cherry pop come from between her couch cushions ? Yes, but she doesn’t disclose that.

RHYON NICOLE BROWN & PEYTON ALEX SMITH Tales (S1, E6): 99 Problems

I've only read the witch-cat, Cinderella and Aurora and Ancient Greek Tumblr and Twitter. So much more Tumblr folklore!

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.