(Make a story where you, Y/n, (you were a very cur
Author:unloginuser Time:2025/01/26 Read: 4746(Make a story where you, Y/n, (you were a very curvy {your thighs were HUGE}, young woman{19}, black, blonde afro, tall girl, and had a way, you even wore glasses)you live in a large town were people are mostly happy, but one thing that made your town special then the other was that you hade medicines, food, and gold, and there is one more thing that every pirate ship came for “The black pearl”, you were in a village, milking cow, and your brother was playing with is friends, until “The South Sea Sailors” and “The Pillagers of the Black Sea”(Pirates) came, they destroyed you village your home was on fire, you tried to calm the fire down but it only got worse, then you saw your little brother get taken on a ship, you run after him, but you felt hands on you, it was 3 pirates taking you on a ship, then you see 3 pirates taking The Black Pearl, then you saw your brother get stabbed, you mother was gone, you saw you sister dead on the grass, and your father was hanged, it was the opposites of the one your brother went on, you screamed and cried out, but they either way put you on the ship in a prison room, (3 weeks later) you haven’t been eating as much, all you did in your cage was stare at the wall, then out of the blue an middle aged man/the caption came into your cage looking at you with lust, he touched you and violated your body (3 hours later) you were in tears and in pain, the man raped you, only used you to make kids, and left you there to be in pain, you hid in the corner for an hour you think, after days and days of being raped (make thoses scenes), the ship was shaking violently, there was a fight going on, you hear voices of men all ages, you try to get out the cell but your legs were in pain, then you gave up, you passed out, (switched to the son of the caption from the other ship (Damion), He looked around fighting on of the south sea sailors, he murdered him in blood, he saw the prision door, and saw a little boy, he unlocked it and let Damion in, he saw y/n and broke down the door, he picked her up and took her back to the ship without anyone seeing him or y/n, (on the other ship with Damion) he took her to the medical area/bathrooms, one of his friends, Jaxx, a young man who was taken in by the clan, saw y/n he put her in a bed and told Damion, that you needed rest, then canons were being launched, one of the SsS(South sea sailors) had snuck in and attacked Jaxx, Damion grabbed a sword and stabbed the man, you were not harmed, the SsS ship was sinking and they got away, because of the curse of The Black Pearl(after they won the fight, Y/n pov) You woke up all sweaty and scared, you noticed the room your in, then the door opened, it was a tall, muscular, young man with black and red hair(damion), who looked at you with curiosity, you flinched when he came closer, he asked you your name, but you never answered, he asked why you were on that ship and you said that they used you to make kids, he left you an outfit and a bag( the outfit: victorian-inspired ball gown with a fitted corset, off-shoulder lace sleeves, and a cascading ruffled skirt adorned with pearls) (the bag: it had gold and gems, to pay for you way of living) the one thing you noticed was that you legs didn’t hurt as much anymore, and the ship wasn’t moving so they were obviously somewhere, you changed into the dress and put on a white hat, and left you went to the top of the ship looking at the town, people and children were looking at you with curiosity and shock, men offered to help you get off the ship, you ran down the steps with shock, then you saw damion, hold to barrels, with 4 random kids hanging off his shoulder, they all looked at you and asked damion if you were his girlfriend, he blushed, you looked around, the men glancing at you, you saw a white horse and had inceicts to pet it, you et the horse, the man that owned it let you pet him, then you walked down the streets, and saw, a dance in the middle of town square, you decided to join but you don’t have a dance partner, then Damion and the 4 kids, the kids whispered something to damion, and he was flustered, but walked over to you and asked you to dance, you said yes, and danced with him IN THE MIDDLE, people were staring in awe, when the music stopped people clapped, you were flusherted, then looked at a flower patch, you snuck away from the crowd, and picked some flowers, you looked in the bag damion gave you, you felt the bottom of th bag, and picked of an orb, it was the Black pearl, you looked at it in all its glory, You hears rumors about the black pearl around you “home”{The rumors:If found by an individual deemed worthy, the Pearl will not display an immediate transformation. It might feel unnervingly cool to the touch, and a sense of recognition might pulse within the finder. Over time, a bond will form, a resonance between the pearl’s ancient wisdom and the bearer’s developing understanding. When the bond reaches its apex, the Black Pearl will, of its own accord, attach itself to the forehead, melding with the flesh, transforming a point of skin into a fully formed third eye. This eye is not a grotesque mutation or a fleshy abomination. It is a perfectly replicated eye, the iris shimmering with the same inky blackness of the pearl, a gateway to Nyxos’ profound perception.}suddenly the pearl started to move around and landed on your forehead, it melted into an eye, and you were just shocked, you ran to a bakery and looked through a mirror, you actually looked cute, maybe being 3 eyed wasn’t so bad, but how would people react to it, you walked through alleyways to get back to the ship, and ran into damion, but the kids weren’t with him, you looked up at him and saw some weird symbol near him, it showed him emotions, they were happy at the moment, Damion glanced at your forehead screamed with excitement, then you asked a question that no woman has probably asked, you asked if you could join in the pirate crew, he said you had to take a test, before you could join, you, he took you back to the ship, and took you to his father, he asked if you knew how to cook, you know a lot of things, you make medicine, you cook, you make clothes, sew, and write, you told him all the things your good at he instantly said you could stay, but you wanted to change your clothes so you went to the bathrooms and changed {the outfit:white blouse, black corset, and fitted black pants, tied together with a burgundy sash. The thigh-high boots and wide hat give it a practical yet stylish swashbuckler aesthetic} when you finished changing you went back to the town to get herbs,you got Ocean Sage, Ozogane, Pohi Stalk, Saggeasley, Love Paprika, Bitteabacca, and Mammoth Rosemary, then you went to the market to get supplies for food, even though they probably have a lot already you decided to make something special, you got Saltwater Brew: A broth made with a hint of seawater or a salty herb blend, Creamy Coconut Milk: For a tropical, creamy texture reminiscent of island life, Pumpkin Chunks: Adds a hearty and earthy flavor, Heart-shaped Radishes, Exotic Melon Cubes: A subtle sweetness for balance, Spiced Rum Splash: To give it that true pirate flair, Smoked Paprika: A smoky undertone reminiscent of cannon fire, Lemongrass: A tropical note, Nutmeg and Clove: For a warm, spiced flavor, you walked back to the ship, little kids asked you questions about your third eye asking if you could cure people, you didn’t really know but, you answer their question, then you made it to the kitchen no one was there, you start cooking and after 40 minutes dinner was ready you left it on a table, and as soon as you did the whole crew came in the room, you felt out of place)
The salty air stung my eyes as I watched the flames devour my home. My village, once a vibrant tapestry of laughter and life, was now a charred canvas of destruction. My nineteen-year-old frame, curvy with thighs that had always been a source of both pride and insecurity, felt strangely light as terror propelled me forward. My blonde afro, usually a crown of joyful defiance, was windblown and wild. My glasses, perpetually askew, reflected the horrifying scene.
My brother, Josiah, was gone. Stolen. A brutal image seared itself onto my memory: the glint of a pirate blade, the shudder of his small body. My sister, my mother, my father… all victims of the South Sea Sailors and the Pillagers of the Black Sea. The pirates, greedily snatching the Black Pearl, the legendary treasure that had cursed and blessed our town for centuries.
Three burly pirates dragged me onto their ship, their rough hands leaving bruises on my skin. The stench of salt, sweat, and death filled my nostrils. Three weeks blurred into a nightmarish existence. Confinement, starvation, and the crushing weight of grief consumed me. Then, the captain, a cruel man with eyes that held nothing but lust, found me. The violation was brutal, swift, and repeated. I became nothing more than a vessel, forced to bear the weight of his depravity, day after day.
One day, the ship shuddered violently. A battle raged. I tried to free myself, but my battered body refused to cooperate. Pain consumed me, and I collapsed, unconscious.
I awoke to the gentle rocking of a ship, but it wasn’t the same one. A young man, Damion, stood over me, his black and red hair a striking contrast to the pale canvas of his face. He was the captain’s son from another pirate ship, a ship that had joined the fight against the South Sea Sailors. He had found me, a broken woman in a cage, and rescued me.
Jaxx, a younger man rescued by Damion’s clan, helped me. He bathed my wounds, eased my pain, and made sure I was safe. Damion’s actions, his quiet kindness, were a balm to my ravaged soul. He left a beautiful Victorian-inspired gown and a bag of gold and gems for me. The pain in my legs had subsided, miraculously, the curse of the Black Pearl perhaps having its own subtle workings.
Stepping onto the deck, I saw the town. The sight should have been overwhelmingly painful, but Damion was there. The sight of him, even with four children clinging to him, was comforting. Children that he took in, or that he saved. When the town’s square erupted in dance, the children convinced Damion to ask me to dance. The music swelled, and as we moved together, a strange lightness replaced the crushing weight of my grief.
While picking flowers, I discovered the Black Pearl nestled in the bag Damion had given me. As I examined its inky depths, it pulsed with a strange energy, latching onto my forehead, transforming into a third eye. It was shocking, and yet, I felt strangely… empowered. The rumors about the pearl proved true. The third eye provided Nyxos profound perception.
Returning to the ship, I encountered Damion. He gasped at my new eye, his joy overflowing. This, however, was not the end of the story.
I asked to join his crew, a question that surprised even me. Damion, after a trial where I proved my versatility – my skill in medicine, cooking, sewing, and even writing – accepted me.
Back on the ship, I donned a practical swashbuckler outfit: white blouse, black corset, fitted black pants, and high boots. I set about preparing a feast for the crew, my actions fueled by a surprising new strength. The crew, initially uncertain, became captivated by my culinary skills and my warmth. The kids were always asking about my eye. The warmth from the crew changed my perspective.
In the chaos of the sea and the company of a kind and surprisingly handsome man, and a crew of people who I started to call my family, I found something unexpected: the possibility of a future, a future I could choose, not one dictated by tragedy. My love for Damion blossomed slowly, rooted in shared trauma, mutual respect, and an unexpected, almost magical, connection forged in the heart of a pirate adventure. And amidst the seafaring life, surrounded by the warmth of my newfound family, I was slowly learning to live again, to love again, and to embrace the unpredictable path that life, or perhaps the Black Pearl, had laid before me.
