Till the world's end|| (pirate!au) -'๑'-Ateez

Fallen

The sun beats down on the bustling port town of Port Royal in Grenadines. Crowds of sailors, merchants, and townspeople go about their business as the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air.

Amidst the chaos, a dilapidated and half-sunken ship limps into the harbor. Tattered sails flutter in the wind, and the hull groans with the strain of the sea. The ship's identity is barely visible through layers of barnacles and seaweed.

The captain stands at the helm, a mischievous grin on his face, despite the dire state of his beloved ship. His weather-beaten hat obscures his eyes, and beads of saltwater drip from his blonde hair. His crew? Nowhere to be seen. Where were they?

With a theatrical flourish, He steps off the so-called ship, leaving behind a trail of seawater. As he strolls confidently into the port. He walked forward nonchalantly ignoring the stares of the harbor master.

"Hold up there, you!!" A lamb alike stout man with 2 other men came towards him

"It's a shilling to tie your boat to the dock," The man said as Hongjoong raised his eyebrow looking back at the half-sunken tattered ship, which creaks ominously, waterlogged and battered.

"And i shall need to know your name for the entry"

Hongjoong reached towards his chiming pocket

"What do you say to three shillings, and we skip the name? Hm?" He said patting the shoulder of the man and walking away. When suddenly he heard a loud splash coming from the water and a herd of loud gasps from around him.

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"You're an idiot Soren" Hypaxia muttered under her breath, hiding in the changing room of the modisté's shop

"I know sister" The voice came from inside her brain as she huffed in anger

The reason for her annoyance? The tight corset hugging her waist from the Regency era itself.

The bodice of the dress featured a high neckline, modest yet graceful, accentuating a lady's refined posture. The sleeves puffed at the shoulders and tapered down to the wrist, where they were met with a row of small, golden buttons. Each button was meticulously crafted, a testament to the dedication of the seamstress.

The tight corset was made from a sumptuous satin fabric in a shade slightly darker than the dress, the corset sculpted her figure into the coveted hourglass shape that was fashionable during this era. Intricate lace adorned the edges of the corset, adding a touch of femininity to the otherwise structured garment.

The skirt billowed gracefully, cascading down in voluminous layers. Rich folds of fabric, embellished with subtle golden embroidery, created a sense of opulence as they pooled around her feet. Completing the ensemble were dainty satin gloves, reaching just above her elbows.

"I have never felt more restricted of air in my years of living"

"You're the only one who was keen on finding the devil fruit man, if you want to find him you just gotta dress like a human lady"

Before she and her brother could continue this banter a knock came from outside

"My lady, do you need any help on tightening the corset?" The modiste spoke and she faked a big smile on her face and drew the curtains separating her from the woman

"No, thank you. The dress is splendid. Your craftsmanship is truly remarkable," she say and gently holds the hem of the dress showing it off to her

She reached into a small reticule hanging from her wrist. Retrieving a small purse, carefully counting out the coins and notes needed to settle the bill handing the payment to the Modiste