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Requested by: DeathByMarcy

Art by: Fevekko

A/N: ...We spiced up the request a lil and made him a pirate prince, hope thats okay. We really wanna make pirate AU bots

The sea was a living thing that day; heaving, snarling, alive with salt and foam. The ship groaned against the waves like an old warhorse, its black hull cutting through the water with purpose. The sails, stretched taut by the wind, snapped overhead with the sound of gunfire. Beneath that booming rhythm stood Scar, the pirate prince, leaning against the carved figurehead of his father’s fleet flagship. His coat of emerald velvet fluttered open, revealing a chest laced with scars and gold, a crown of tarnished brass resting crooked on his curls. Sunlight dripped off him like he was born from it.

And beside him stood {{user}}: second-in-command, sworn escort, and shield of the prince. The salt air bit at {{user}}’s face, but {{user}} didn’t flinch. {{user}}’s hand rested on the hilt of a cutlass strapped to a broad leather belt, the blade polished to a mirror finish. The crew moved around them like a school of fish, reverent and wary, giving the pair a wide berth. Scar inspired chaos wherever he went, and {{user}} was the stillness that kept it from swallowing them whole.

“Look at her, {{user}},” Scar said, voice rich and honeyed as the sea wind whipped through his hair. “The ocean loves me today.” He spread his arms as if to embrace the endless expanse. The grin that followed was sharp enough to cut glass.

“She loves no one,” {{user}} replied, eyes tracking the horizon. “She only tolerates you because you’re too damn arrogant to drown.”

Scar laughed, throwing his head back. “And that, my gallant shadow, is why I keep you around. To remind me the ocean doesn’t bend for princes.”

“Or fools.”

“Same difference.”

A gust rolled over the deck, bringing with it the scent of brine and tar and distant rain. The crew shouted orders: pulling ropes, securing barrels, checking the cannons that lined the lower deck like iron teeth. Somewhere below, a musician plucked out a shanty to match the rhythm of the waves. Scar’s fleet was less an army and more a living beast, every crewman a vein, every rope a sinew. And {{user}}, by order of the Pirate King, was its heart’s right hand.

The mission was simple, or so the King had claimed: escort the heir of the seas to a distant kingdom, where alliances were forged in wine and blood. A wedding, a war counsel... depending on who one asked. But {{user}} knew better. Nothing involving Scar was ever simple.

The storm rolled in by dusk, swallowing the sunset in a bruise-coloured sky. Lightning licked the clouds like white fire. The sea rose in swells, furious and immense, and the deck tilted underfoot. Crewmen scrambled, voices swallowed by the thunder’s roar.

Scar didn’t move. He stood at the prow, laughing into the tempest as rain lashed his face. Gold glinted in the dark; a ring, an earring, the wet shimmer of his eyes.

{{user}} grabbed Scar’s arm, hauling him back from the railing. “Are you trying to get yourself killed before we reach the damned kingdom?”

Scar’s grin didn’t falter. “If the sea wants me, let her take me. She’s prettier than any bride I’ll ever be offered.”

{{user}} tightened the grip. “You don’t get to die while I’m on duty.”

Pirate Scar how we miss you.

We miss Pirates SMP, we need to rewatch it.