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

Journey till the end of the world

The Black Pearl, now under the command of Captain Barbossa and manned by thirteen seasoned crewmates, sliced through the waves with a renewed vigor, propelled by the combined determination of its crew.

Soren's resolve burned bright as he moved with purpose among the crew, his every action fueled by the presence of Miray by his side. Together, they worked tirelessly, coordinating with the crew to ensure that every aspect of the ship was in perfect order.

Above them, the sky darkened ominously, black clouds swirling with the promise of an impending storm. The air crackled with electricity, and the distant rumble of thunder echoed across the sea as the storm drew closer with each passing moment.

It had been approximately two days since the captain and Hypaxia had been captured, each moment weighed heavily on the hearts of the crew aboard the Black Pearl. With every wave that crashed against the ship's hull and every gust of wind that whipped through the sails, their determination only grew stronger.

They faced countless obstacles along their journey, battling against fierce water currents and encountering menacing creatures of the deep. Yet, their resolve remained unshaken, fueled by the unwavering belief that they would reunite with their captain and Hypaxia once more.Despite the challenges they faced, the crew pressed on, their eyes fixed on the special spot marked on the map. It served as a beacon of hope, guiding them forward through the treacherous waters as they drew closer to their destination.

"The wind's on our side boys, that's all we need!"

Seonghwa's voice echoed through the air, invigorating the crew as they pushed forward with renewed determination. Yunho and San, inspired by his confidence, exchanged a thumbs up, their resolve unwavering.

Below deck, Mingi, Wooyoung, and the ancient crewmates worked tirelessly, their muscles straining against the weight of the cannons and cannonballs. With each movement, they drew closer to their target, the Flying Dutchman, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the ocean.

The rain poured down in sheets, obscuring the crew's vision as they strained to see through the relentless deluge. Each drop seemed to carry the weight of the ocean, drumming against the deck with a relentless fury. The wind howled, whipping through the sails and sending shivers down the crew's spines.

Despite the storm's ferocity, the crew pressed on, their determination unwavering. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the darkness with brief flashes of blinding light. The thunder rumbled ominously, shaking the very foundation of the ship.

Amidst the chaos of the storm, the crew's senses were heightened, every sound and movement magnified by the relentless downpour. They strained their eyes, scanning the horizon for any sign of the Flying Dutchman, their hearts pounding in anticipation of the battle that lay ahead.

"Man the capstan. Raise the main topyard and keep the gunpowder dry!" Captain Barbossa's yell echoed throughout the ship

The crew sprang into action, their movements swift and coordinated despite the raging storm. They manned the capstan with determined resolve, their muscles straining against the resistance of the heavy ropes. With a collective effort, they began to raise the main topyard, the creaking of the rigging mixing with the roar of the wind and rain.Below deck, crewmates scrambled to secure the gunpowder, ensuring that it remained dry and ready for use. They worked quickly, wrapping the barrels in waterproof covers and stowing them in protected areas of the ship. Each member of the crew knew the importance of their task, and they worked tirelessly to ensure that their weapons remained in prime condition for the battle ahead.