A/N: Something I wrote on Discord. 2nd POV so you guys can imagine your own pirate!
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The potion was like a never ending drug, weaving its way through your body and changing your brain's wiring forever. You enjoyed the fear in your former crew's eyes, the satisfaction from the Nefarious Five, and the smug pride radiating from Moo Manchu. Your master.
A need to impress your master took over, as well as the sickening, delightful blood lust. To see your former crew on their knees, covered in their own blood and begging for release before you finally gave them rest. And then they all charged at you and knocked you down… and you woke up dizzy.
Of course you apologized to them about drinking the potion, and they patted you on the back and said encouraging words. Monkey King was uncharacteristically supportive about it. Ratbeard even said something snarky like, "Seemed like a good deal though," before Bonnie hissed, "Shut up!"
But something felt wrong.
No, something was definitely wrong. Everyone reached the final floor of the tower and you stiffened upon seeing Manchu glaring at you, lip curling in disappointment. But the animosity you had for him wasn't in your mind anymore. Oh god. The potion hadn't affected you that long and already you still have the need to call him master. It sickened you, but at the same time, it pleased you that you had purpose. No. You had a purpose to find the Map before Kane did... but then what after that? What will be your purpose after arriving at El Dorado?
Long after the events of that dreaded tower quest, when the crew celebrated finding Erica the Red in Grizzleheim, you still felt that sense of longing. You shakily chugged down your third drink when no one was looking.
What's happening to me?