Falling in Love with your Pirate Captain; A Playlist
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00:00 Rone - Motion III
03:35 Drunken Sailor - aeseaes
07:51 Oceans Brawl - Coeur de Pirate
12:48 Iron - Woodkid
15:28 The Sea on my Mind - Lim Ha Young
21:00 Brave New World - KALANDRA
24:51 Salt and the Sea - The Lumineers
29:13 River in my Veins - Misha Mishenko
33:07 Beautiful Crime - Tamer
37:19 Strangelove - Black Math
41:21 Sunlight - Hozier
45:36 Mermaid - Skott
49:06 What the Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine
54:36 Fairytale - Alexander Rybak
58:07 Without You - Ursine Vulpine & Annaca
Let's be honest, we are in love with Captain Jack Sparrow
Facts. Have been since the movie came out a decade ago. Just rewatched it for Talk Like A Pirate Day.
Yes I am most definitely in love wi with captain Jack Sparrow
Shhh don’t let them know 🤫
Yes that's true
How did I not know this was gonna be here?
once upon a time captain hook
YES
RIGHTHTHRT
Indeed
You have almost single-handedly given me all the music necessary for me to create and actually run my current Dungeons and Dragons campaign. Thank you so much for all of your work!!
That sounds great, enjoy your d&d campaign 💕💕💕💕
The urge to start another pirate roleplay is strong tonight, yall 😔💪
“Set the sails! Prepare yerselves for the journey of a lifetime!” Your captain yelled along with some other orders for the crew.
You were enjoying the last few moments you had on land by leaning against the vast wooden edge of the ship, gazing at the busy dock below. It was full of people getting ready for their travels and you couldn’t help but wonder where each person was trying to go. Who knew when it would be the next time you saw new strangers or land again… You hadn’t noticed the captain approaching you from behind.
“Your eyes are filled with longing, lass.” The captain gently interrupted your thoughts. You briefly turned around to look at him, only to find he was smirking at you.
He quirked an eyebrow before teasingly lowering his voice and saying, “Don’t tell me yer getting homesick already…”
You rolled your eyes at him with a scoff and a grin, not realizing how much he adored your silly nature.
“You can’t tell me you’re not going to miss this place one bit,” You gestured one arm out to the dock next to you.
The captain thoughtfully hummed while watching the rest of his men carrying last minute supplies on board, connecting the way between land and the inevitable sea. After some time, he looked at you and warmly smiled.
“Let me tell ye something. Though a sailor loves the sea, his home is wherever his heart shall be.”
You had a feeling where this was going.
“And my heart,” The captain pointed his hook towards you, “is one with yers.” He gently added before lightly tapping the center of your chest.
“Captain-“ You quietly gasped, trying your best to mask your excitement, like you hadn’t been dreaming of this confession for so long.
“Please,” The captain interrupted you, “ye can call me Aaron now, love. We have much to discuss but all in due time.”
“Alright.” You wish you could’ve said more but couldn’t find the right words in that moment.
But your smile was all Aaron needed to see.
Amazing
@@yulimartorrealba5851 Thank you for reading it! :)
wonderful
I love it
I love it. I liked the captain, he is little bit similar with Warner from shatter me series which made me like him more.
(Part 3)
"You can't keep me here forever."
I breathed softly, trying to keep from panting. He looked over at me with that hardened gaze, until I saw it soften.
He walked over to me, even as I curled my tail away from him as he crouched to my level.
I sucked in my lips cautiously as he reached over and grasped my chin.
"One kiss, and you would go free. But you still refuse, even on the brink of drying out." He said before letting go of me. I turned my head away stubbornly.
"I have to admit..I respect that resolve. Even if it's a foolish one." He said, walking away.
I leaned my head on my hands, the ropes cut into my wrists, but I didn't care at this point.
What I wasn't expecting was when he returned with a glass of water. He tipped my chin to look at him as he held the cup to my lips, and I drank fervently.
A small glass of water wouldn't restore me completely, but I wouldn't die. Not today.
Then he stood and walked out of the cabin.
His kindness confused me, I wasn't sure if that was what it was. But his eyes looked sympathetic.
I bit my lip, looking up at the wall where I was tied and tried to figure out the knot he had used to bind me here.
If I could free myself from it, perhaps I could try to drag myself back to the ocean. I'd have to move at night, when the sun wouldn't scorch my skin and scales dry.
Part 4: (I'm having fun)
When the door opened again, I looked at the door tiredly. One of the captain's crew entered with a sway in his countenance. He looked half mad, or perhaps I was just that sleepy.
"I'm sick of waiting." He grumbled, stomping over as I curled away from him. But he grabbed me by the back of my head, holding a fistful of my hair, which made me whimper as he tilted my head back.
"You're nearly dead now, mermaid. If you don't give a kiss to the captain, I'll feed you to the gulls." He growled in my face. But I tucked in my lips with a defiant glare.
He raised a cutlass I hadn't before noticed and my eyes widened.
A shot sounded before he could swing down, and soon he lost his grip on the blade, along with my hair, dropping me to the ground.
Then he fell on top of me. I squirmed under him until someone pulled him off me, and I heard the captain speak.
"Killing the one we've got after waiting months to actually catch a mermaid. You really were a daft one." He said to the corpse as he dragged the crew member's body from the cabin and shut the door.
He turned towards me, making me flinch.
"Did he harm you?" He asked as I pulled myself up to sit, gently reaching back to touch the sore spot on my head where he'd grabbed me.
"Here, let me look at it." He said, walking over. Careful not to step on my tail as he held the back of my head.
I froze, gripping the ropes that bound my hands to the wall.
He was gentle as he looked at my head. "Well, there's no blood. I think you'll be alright. But we'd best clean up your back. I apologize, I shouldn't have let him fall on you." He said, getting up to get a towel.
I tried to look at my back, but couldn't see the blood he was probably referring to.
When he came back with a damp towel, I didn't complain in the slightest. Enjoying the feeling of something wet against my skin for the first time in days.
He clean whatever mess he claimed was on my back before heading to the other side of the cabin to rinse out the cloth.
So that was where the water came from. I stared at the captain as he came back over to the furniture, laying down.
"I suppose I need to keep a closer eye on you then I thought." He murmured, tilting his hat forward.
I blinked at him, before looking back at the knot I'd managed to half undo. Thankfully he hadn't noticed.
I went back to working on it as he fell asleep. Through a dry throat, I managed a small lullaby that would keep him asleep as I worked.
@@kixque5430 * banging on table * PART THREE!!! PART THREE!!!! PART THREE!!!!!!!!!
Does she escape??? Is this just the captain's new tactic of "good cop" to get what he wants??? Why does he need a kiss? What does that do?? Why won't she give it!?!? What would it cost her!?!??!!!
I DON'T NEED SLEEP, I NEED ANSWERS!
The LOREEEEE
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@@JhadeSagrav the beginning of this story is written somewhere else. But youtube keeps deleting my comments.
@@sylviamorgan6504 thank you, I'm glad it's a good read.
Me in my Will Turner phase
me same
Captain Rodger, the greatest man our fleet had known and the last man we’d expect to lose.
Seeing a boat, aflame, dressed with gold and silver and pearls, with his sword dug deep into the bark, cascading up and down, dancing with the waves in a cruel manner. It was too much to bear.
Omfg I need to sleep LMAO BYE
For all the world's riches, she wouldn't give up what she had then. Freedom on the open waves, an endless expanse set out before them - and all the time needed to explore every league of it with her true love at her side. He had whisked her away from the dull and dreary life of a lady-in-waiting and shown her what it felt to be alive; no other choice had existed after that.
As the shore of her homeland swiftly vanish behind them and the horizon grew ever larger, the ship carried her to a new life. Arabella knew there was no turning back, she knew it the moment she first set eyes on him...her captain. The High Seas would be their oyster.
She climbed to the prow of their ship, listening to the crew chant as they worked, and her beloved bellowing orders from his place at the helm. Crystal blue waves crashed against the dark wood below her, now a familiar melody, one which spoke of adventures to come.
The crew reached their chorus, and she smiled. Standing and gazing into the sunset as the ship swayed beneath her feet, Arabella quietly joined in with their merriment, a toast to the choice she made. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing her captain bathed in the dying light of dusk and his hair whipped out behind him by the wild winds. He caught her eye and grinned the way he had that morning, when he swept Arabella away through hell and high-water.
"It's a pirate's life for me," she murmured, and returned his grin, raising her voice to join the crew's, "So drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
This was a gorgeous read!! Lovely to see how one title inspires different stories :)
@@NeziesStories Thank you! :3 Yours is wonderful, too, I was just reading through it, haha!
Love it
I'm happy when I see these stories in the comment section
Love when people write down their stories on my videos, makes me so happy
@@yulimartorrealba5851 Thanks! 😊 Me too, I think it's a wonderful place to come and read.
I‘ve been waiting for another pirate-core-playlist since I‘m writing a story in which a pirate participates :3
Thank you so much for your playlists; they really help me creating new things
Thanks to you for the support 💕💕
Waves encased us all.
The barge was going down.
Water blocked my vision as it rained and thundered and lightning strikes hit the ocean too close to be admired. A sky was so dark it seemed cloudless, certainly not in a summer sense.
The time? It was a mystery.
The moon covered herself with clouds, I did not blame her. If I could, I would hide my sight and sense away from the burning hell on sea.
I heard the yelling of men overboard and felt the blazing fire, adamant, despite the rainfall, against my skin.
Our ship had been struck by a lightning bolt, or a fire by a traitor, or someone accidentally setting off the gunpowder. Whatever it was, it was catastrophic. No where was safe, it was the burning oak or the suffocating sea.
I looked around, the crew had depleted by at least half. I gazed up to the steer and saw the man. I’d never thought I’d see him fazed, yet his screams broke his cold demeanour as he yelled and wailed for his men to survive, swim, stay, see another day.
Our eyes locked. For a fleeting moment, I felt safe. Until we both read one another’s faces realising that we may not speak another word again.
But that night was many winters ago.
The fleet never fully recovered. We lost more men than we could ever honour. We lost more gold than we could ever find. We lost more morale than we could ever hope for.
But, for the ones who did survive, we never lost a companionship and understanding that now rooted far deeper than a ship wreck.
Some nights the recollection haunts me, other times it is a bittersweet tragedy.
If it were not from the chance of being able to sustain our lives for long enough to reach a stray island, we never would have made it.
The captain had been burnt, wounded and his lungs probably black from the smoke. I was shaking uncontrollably and embroidered with wounds that now linger as scars. The other four were dead silent, each their own wounds and mental war inside.
Despite it all, we persevered.
I love this playlist! It was so relaxing but inspiring at the same time while I was drawing Captain Steve, my own novel hero with his love, Loren! I'm obsessed, thank you for this collection ❤️🏴☠️✨
Glad you enjoyed it!
Captain Charles Vane ❤🏴☠️⚓
Btw this playlist is amazing!
in my captain flint phase
this is perfect
Before anyone get confused. This story is made up. And the main characters are pirate Vampires. There will be maybe a part 2.
"It was a long long time ago. It was 1267. The year where I meet him." I leaned into the chair where I was sitting. And continue. "Ah..he was such a asshole. But I still loved him. His name was never reviewed I only called him captain. It wasn't long before I started to fall in love with him. So one day I went to his house. Meeting his family." I was playing with the same knife I had in that year. "I was walking upstairs with him, as he handed me four knifes and he said. You have to kill my family before you can be my mate. I was shocked, but I didn't say anything. I went inside the room when he went into a other." I paused "there were many people, children even. I didn't mind anything, so I went in the middle of the room and waited, for something. When the time started, a lady came and that we began. At first a kid started to attack me, I easily killed it. When other people started to attack. I obviously didn't win, they were to many. So what a fool could do is, just run. Well that's what I did." I wiped one tear off my face. "What a stupid idea I did..now its been 1000 years since I last saw him. And I don't think he will ever arrive to the land ever again." I sighed as I finished talking to the bartender and he was just starring at me. I glanced at him and sighed and jumped off the chair. The door opened and men were walking inside the room. I put my hood up as the men were walking up to the bar. I side glanced them as they were wearing some kinda pirate clothes? I raised a eyebrow, when I sat on a chair next to a table. I was confused, not bc they were here, but the way they dressed. Like pirates. Pirates weren't seen almost 1000 years ago. I was in my toughts as I didn't realised I was starring at them. They obviously saw that, one of them walked to me. "What's your problem? Why are you looking at us like that?" His voice was familiar, but I couldn't catch it. I shook my head as I stand up and walked out the door. Feeling one familiar sight at me. I ignored it as I walked up to my horse and jumped on it, and rode off with it.
To be Continue...
oooh you had me at pirate vampire. HERE WE GO!
What a beautiful playlist!!!! It has inspired me a lot...
Awesome! Thank you!
Amo este playlist
igual
@@JhadeSagravfan de la vibra que transmiten las canciones
Arthur Kirkland vibes
Omg,, fellow hetalia fan seen in the wild??
YES!
Trying to find a playlist for my OC x Captain Kirkland ship
🖤
Me in Captain Hook phase
Any Barbossa simps? No? Y’all lack taste
I WAS THINKING OF ONLY MY BELOVED HECTOR DURING THIS PLAYLIST ❤
Just for you, here's a snippet of an unfinished Barbossa x OC ficlet I was working on... Because you have GOOD TASTE AND DESERVE IT:
"You lied to me!" she realized.
"I wouldn't call it lyin', as much as it was intentionally misleading phrases enhanced by purposeful omission."
The glare she gave him said more than anything, and he made a noise of acknowledgement in response.
"But why?" she asked with a huff, crossing her arms. "I didn't think you played games."
"No. You're right about that. I pride meself on knowing how to make precise and tactical maneuvers... Unless it be intended for me own perverse pleasures. Then it's just for fun."
"Right, so... If you were just looking for fun, you could've hired a lady of the evening."
He nodded, and chuckled derisively. "Easy, ain't that? To hire some willing, warm flesh with your same boyish hips, with a barely-passable resemblance to the grace of your lips, and pay her extra to let me call her by your name? So simple, in fact, that I've done it twice if I've done it ten."
Her eyebrows arched in surprise, and she swallowed thickly at her captain's frank omission.
"You've been hiring prostitutes to... Pretend to be me?"
Barbossa's jaw tightened, and he reached for the bottle of booze on the table. He chose not to answer, instead viciously removing the bottle's cork and imbibing a massive swig of the contents.
"Oh, Hector," she murmured. "Why?"
The bottle slammed harshly upon the table, and despite her best efforts, she startled.
"I ain't one of yer young bucks anymore, missy. Haven't been fer quite some time. This old heart can't handle this kind of... Torment."
"Torment?" she repeated, softly and carefully.
"I don't think I could handle havin' the withered old lump o'shale I keeps in me chest shattered into a thousand pieces, an' blown to the four winds," Barbossa mused. "I already died once, you see, and that were quite enough o'that."
"You're worried I would break your heart," she surmised aloud. Her face turned thoughtful, and she tilted her head. "So why risk it now?"
"Well, if ain't as though I can cut it out and keep it in a box," he snapped with a chuckle. "Gotta pay my dues to the piper eventually."
She considered him for a long moment, and then decided enough was enough.
She stomped over to the table with heavy steps, and slammed her hands onto the surface. Barbossa, to his credit, didn't flinch. But he did eye her with a confused expression and leaned back in his seat.
"You're Captain Hector Barbossa! You've survived the Cortez Curse and came back from Davy Jones' Locker! You've crossed swords with the East India Trading Company, Jack Sparrow, undead pirates, cursed pirates, f--king... I don't know, Calypso herself probably, and what? You - You're too nervous to tell a woman you have a crush on her?!"
Barbossa blinked rapidly, as his grip tightened on the neck of the bottle.
"Are you the man I've heard about or not?! Are you, or are you not the Pirate Lord of the Caspian Sea?! Are you not the man so evil, that Hell itself spat him back out?! Are you - "
Whatever she was about to screech next was rapidly silenced as Barbossa shot up from his chair, and yanked her viciously into his arms. Her entire body slammed into his, flush and fierce, a mere moment before his lips came crashing down upon hers.
She fisted his jacket, giving back as good as he gave her. Barbossa growled into her mouth, and then she was spilling onto the surface of the table. The wooden legs skittered with her added weight, resulting in a grating screech that echoed off the walls.
Then Barbossa was pulling away from punishing her lips, and staring down at her with eyes like blue, glowing embers.
"I am that man, and you need understand I am *but* a man," he warned. "My lust needs slaked, and I won't be denied should you choose to indulge me."
She trembled on the table top, wondering if his wicked words held any true weight.
"Then what are you standing there for? Plunder me, already!"
Barbossa's face split into a savage grin, and he reached for the buckle of his belt. As it came loose in his hands, he watched her expression.
"Ye hungry?" he chuckled. He set down the heavy leather on the chair beside the bed, and immediately moved on to the next one.
" *Ravenous* ," she hissed.
All his weapons removed, Barbossa turned to her. "And just so ye know, men at my age don't have f--kin' crushes. I'll need ya to remember that."
"Oh, nice try. You definitely have a *crush* on me," she challenged.
@@meggiemufin OH MY GOD, gobbless you😩😂 i will dig in right away! Also, we should be friends😊
@patriciasmarandescu5804 Glad to find a fellow Barbossa fan 🥹💕
I Capt.Black beard weep for the days of me lady casta away out in the open seas i wait for her arrival as i search for me lost treasure.🚢
can we get those pictures uploaded somewhere
You can find them on my Pinterest, in the piratecore board pin.it/5tWlVYn
Pirate!Quackity>>>>
Where's the source? Janitor AI🥲