My name is (Y/N). I am a (Witchdoctor, Buccaneer, Swashbuckler, etc.) and I work for Daddy, er, Boochbeard. He once caught me talking about him to another member of the crew, (F/N). There's been some sort of thickness (A/N: Damn she thicc) in the air ever since. On Thursday Mr. Gandry said Boochbeard thinks I'm beautiful, on Friday he said Booch thinks I'm wonderful to be around. It's currently Saturday and I haven't gotten a compliment yet. As if on cue Boochbeard walked up. "Hey (Y/N, I just wanted to say..." he then dropped a letter on the ground and walked away. 'What the fuck was that about' I thought to myself bending down to pick the letter up. I opened my mouth to read the letter but closing my mouth instantly after seeing what it said. The
letter read "(Y/N), you're all mine. You cannot, and will not, leave me. EVER."
A/N: What the fuck is this. Oh and, Hannah, thanks for telling me I should write about Boochbeard.
