It's been two month since Charlie was taken aboard the Reaver. The legendary pirate (Y/n) (L/n)'s ship, and she was just starting to grow accustomed to it.
At first or course she kicked and screamed she didn't want to be aboard the ship nor near it's crew especially it's captain..it's handsome beautiful captain. Now that she was here however she figured she should get used to her surroundings.
The crew were distasteful to her they did not like her at first simply because she brought bad luck because she was a woman which she found extremely absurd.
But Then again Sailors have always been superstitious people.
When she had become accepted by the crew she had heard many tales of monsters and creatures of the deep blue that even the hardened sailors aboard feared.
It both intrigued and terrified her she even heard tales of ghost ships!
Whilst she sat amongst the sailors she heard legends of scylla and sirens.
She rolled her eyes as the thought of sirens, enchanting sailors and leading them to their doom
Only one legend truly intrigued her, the legend of The Flying Dutchman. She listened to every word of what the older sailor said as she sat in front of him. She sat across from an old sailor at a table below deck, the old man sat at a table a dimly lit candle the only light illuminating his features.
He had a grey scraggly beard, his face littered with wrinkles showing age and wisdom. The old man had heard of her wishing to hear legends of the sea and he gladly told her the tale.
"The Dutchman is an old tale, a tale of a ship doomed to sail on forever till judgement day." The old man stated leaning forward and taking a Drink before continuing.
"Tis a tale of pride, The Dutchman intended to round the cape of good hope and was struggling to do so. Her Captain, a man named Willem van der Decken was determined to round the Cape and swore he would succeed until judgement day. The Devil heard his oath and took him up on it. Now the Flying Dutchman can be seen in foul weather attempting to round the Cape until judgement day." The old man finished leaning back in his chair the darkness overshadowed his features.
Charlie hung onto every word of the tale those poor souls doomed to forever fight against a storm and sail the seas forever.
"This is why I chose to tell you, the Captain intends to round the cape. We are close, and he is afraid." The old man spoke softly as he stared at the flickering flame of the candle as the ship creaked and groaned.
"Afraid?" Charlie asked surprised, (Y/n) never seemed to fear anything he fought off pirate hunters and the Spanish and Royal Navy yet he was afraid of a ghost story?
"Aye, and for good reason. You never forget the things you see out here." The old man stated mysteriously.
"Wait, are you saying (Y/n) saw the Flying Dutchman?" Charlie asked astonished begging for an answer.
"That there be a question you should ask him yerself." The old man stated finally one last cryptic answer.
"Thank you for the story Mr.?"
"Call me Levi Bakker." The old man said softly.
"Thank you Mister Bakker, have a good night." Charlie turned to leave before the old man spoke up on last time.
"One more thing can you pass a letter on for me? I left it by your cot. Oh, and remember if you see the Dutchman, tragedy is sure to follow." The old man warned wagging a finger at her, she responded with a nod.
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--Hazbin Hotel -- Charlie x Male reader oneshots! AUs! and scenarios!
Fanfic(Y/n) was a sinner, a dirty no good bastard. That's what (Y/n) thought of himself worth nothin' and deserved to be in hell. He used to be a soldier who killed men, so (Y/n) welcomed his fate.
