BLOG CANON VERSES

ARC I:
THE DAWN OF A
NEW DAY WAKING
Young Verse
(Age 13 & under)Any interaction that sees Henry as a preteen or younger; this verse deals with him as a wide-eyed boy of a wandering mind but a startling steadfast conviction. He is an endless knot of curiosity and energy, hard to hold still save for when he pins you with questions on top of questions. New to mischief, but learning fast. (Mostly for family threads but not a closed verse!)

ARC II:
NEVER GIVE IN;
NEVER GIVE IT UP
Teen Verse
(Age 14-18)Sets interactions opposite a teen Henry, through to when the events of the movie pick up; this verse concerns him as a young but skilled sailor, navigator, and -though this skill might be less favorable- brawler. He has wild thoughts and wilder impulses, and is beginning to strike out for himself. He is utterly obsessed with the Trident. No one is really sure what to do with him anymore. Culminates with him setting out - alone and in secret.

ARC III:
AS THE DEAD MAN'S
TALE IS TOLD
Movie Verse
(Age 18-19)For interactions that take place anywhere within the timeline of the movie, wherein Henry sails out in secret -hiding among people traditionally his enemy- with naught but a whisper of a lead, and following all of it to when Will sets foot on land for good. He is stubborn, single-minded, a fool fighting for a cause & fostering light, life, luck — and facing the shadows.

ARC IV:
I HAVE LEARNED
TO TRAVEL LIGHT
Post-Movie Travel Verse
(Age 20-25)[Default Verse!] Sets things from immediately post canon to a few years later. All(?) curses are broken and Henry has discovered the hard way that a life lived in pursuit of a singular goal faces sudden upheaval when that goal is achieved. Without that goal, where does he go? Everywhere, of course. Using Galileo's journal as a starting point, Henry & Carina set off to search, charting their discoveries as they go.

ARC V:
LOVE THEM THROUGH & THROUGH & THROUGH
Post-Movie Shipwreck Verse
(Age 26 - ...?)Immediate future verse! Sets things after their time of travel. Henry & Carina return to Shipwreck Cove and -new life and responsibilities in hand- finally begin to land. To settle. Henry becomes Captain Teague's official protégé; one day to take over the role of Keeper of the Code. The court begins to shift around him, and he becomes more a part of Shipwreck than ever.
(For better and worse.)

THE CITY THAT SANK INTO THE SEA
Port Royal AUA version of events that more closely follows the canon of Dead Men Tell No Tales in which; Father dead, husband as good as, and no other family to call on, Elizabeth finds herself in a dangerous position as well as, as the ladies of fine society put it, delicate condition. Still King of the pirates, she looks on their Cove and finds it lacking. Taking over Sao Feng’s lurking place feels no better. She turns her sights instead to home: Port Royal. After a devastating earthquake and series of horrible fires, England has abandoned the colony. Elizabeth stakes her claim in their stead. She spends her first decade without her husband building it back up into a pirate haven, a proper seat for the King of the Brethren Court - with plenty of room, of course, for her son to grow into his place. And grow he does, into a wild young man who won’t take no for an answer, and sets sail with the navy just to prove it…[ _{Henry is still raised pirate. Jack is not a part of his life the way he is in my Shipwreck-based verses: they meet on St. Martin the way do in the movie. This verse technically covers Henry’s entire life in this AU, but I will generally set things during or after the movie unless plotted otherwise!}]

MYSTERIOUS FATHOMS BELOW
The Carinae Sea AUA version of events that crosses over with the story of The Little Mermaid (2023) in which; Henry does what it was he set out to do. After setting his sights on the Trident of Poseidon as a child, he find it and uses it -after a fashion- to rid his family of their curses. He returns home, greatly changed, to Shipwreck Cove — which has, all his life, been veering away from piracy and toward a grander independence. Spurred by an unlikely victory against England and steadied by Elizabeth’s cunning guidance, their defense are iron-clad and their legitimacy nearly complete. Between Shipwreck’s rise and Will’s return to shore, things could not possibly be going any better. A genuine dream come true! Yet Henry seems… distracted. Like there is something crying out to him. Turning his head. Disrupting his sleep. And there is. That is how it begins.[_{Open for threads all along this timeline, but set primarily post-canon for both movies. Henry’s destruction of Poseidon’s Trident saved his family, but ruined things for all of the underwater kingdoms, robbing Poseidon’s descendants of their gifts. It will be up to him to right his wrong and solve this.}]

AND DO THE NEXT RIGHT THING
Detroit: Become Human AU
Drawn to Detroit by a family affair, Henry becomes thoroughly entangled with the situation unfolding along the riverbanks. He made a dear friend - and lost her. He clung to the cause that brought them together in her memory, and hasn't quite managed to let go in the time since. No matter what turns his head, he keeps turning back. (Read More.)THE SEEDS FALL FAR FROM THIS EARTHBOUND TOWN
Disney's Descendants Franchise AU
Not isle-born. Not royalty. Henry comes from the fringes between and generally makes this everyone’s problem (by turning over the table of rules and swanning through the barriers he finds.) With one foot on either shore and his head in the clouds, he strives to bridge a gap that is, perhaps, impossible to build over — all the while refusing to accept a proper position with which to do so. (Read More.)CHASE THE SKY INTO THE OCEAN
High Fantasy / DND AU
A pirate prince in earnest, Henry hails from a fledgling kingdom established by seafaring brigands. He is often away from home trying to establish diplomatic ties… or shirking responsibility and seeking stories and adventure. (Read More.)

WITH YOU IN MY HEART I CAN BEAR EVERYTHING
His Dark Materials AU
Gyptian and, further, the son of a witch, Henry (as ever) is a very dearly loved wild thing. His dæmon, Elektryona, settled quite merrily into a golden retriever. So long as they have each other, they seem content to travel around at the water’s beckon and stumble into whatever comes. (Read More.)THE WIND WILL SET ME RACING / THE GHOSTS THAT WE KNEW
Modern AUs
College-aged wanderer with a less than standard history. He travels, working temporary jobs here and there and writing a traveling log about his experiences to make his way while he searches for… well. Something. (Read More.)A STRANGE NEW KIND OF INBETWEEN THING
Riordanverse (PJO, HoO, etc.) AU
Demigod. Demimortal. Demi…dead? Henry’s father is a demigod son of Amphitrite, who, in his gravest hour, was raised to deity status as a Ferryman of Souls: he guides those who die at sea to the underworld. Henry’s mother is a demigod daughter of Aphrodite. What, exactly, all of this makes Henry remains a little unclear, but there’s no doubting there’s ichor in his blood. (Read More.)*I am open to writing him in other AUs, these are just the ones that have established baselines to build from!

DO THE NEXT RIGHT THING
Detroit: Becom Human AUBorn and raised by -for the sake of brevity- criminals, Henry’s upbringing fringed along the darker parts of humankind. His childhood was unconventional. They traveled frequently, hiding from things he couldn’t understand, and his father was often called away. Even when the family was whole they did thing differently than a typical nuclear unit.When Henry was around the age of eleven, his father went missing in earnest. Everyone around Henry -everyone who knew what world they lived so near to- assumed that Will was gone. Henry refused to do the same; he, instead, made it his life’s ambition to recover his father. One long, complex, dark story and ten years later, he did just that. He found some slice of justice, and made his family whole. But then it was simply done, and, for want of purpose, Henry could not bring himself to remain with them, too unsettled to land. He was, without respite, drawn back to the place where things changed: Detroit.He moved there, searching for…he didn’t know what. He found a job- worked the gardens downtown for reasonable pay and made friends. A friend. Daphne, a deviant android. She pulled him in her wake to Jericho, where they both fell in as wayward souls. There, he tried to help (though not capable of nearly as much as he would like) to keep people alive. He worked alongside them, trying to start a dialogue many humans outside of the settlement did not want to hear.Henry & Daphne were both at Jericho the day that it was attacked. Henry, as ever, threw himself into the heart of the conflict. He was injured evacuating others, and later recovered by the strike team that had assaulted Jericho— spared for the color of his blood in the snow. He woke to discover that Daphne made it through the maze of passageways only to be gunned down on the pavement outside. Her death was aired in the news report the morning after the incident, a light flickering out as the cameras panned over the carnage.Henry stayed the course, that long fight for what is right. There was never any other choice, once he knew the truth -the truth- of android-kind, and that has not changed.In the handful of years since the revolution, he has remained closely linked to (New) Jericho. Along the way, he was scouted and recruited by the Detroit Police Department, the frayed edges of his history given clemency in midst of their initiatives to look to the future. Henry becomes one of the DPD’s wildest rookies. Captain Fowler partners him with Officer Chris Miller in the hopes of tempering his impertinence and habit of barreling into things without thinking. He is a good officer, in the sense that he cares for his community and has a strong sense of morality. He is also impatient, and reactive, and his morality does not always agree with the rigid fact of imperfect law.In all likelihood, he is going to get himself fired. It might not be the worst thing for him, to be honest.

THE SEEDS FALL FAR FROM THIS EARTHBOUND TOWN
Disney's Descendants Franchise AUBorn in Auradon thanks to a deal his mother brokered, though a great many of their friends and allies wound up bound to the Isle of the Lost. Henry grew up on the newly minted "Pirate Island", a little backstop to the southeast of Auradon. There, pirates were made into a commodity, and attraction. A parody of the peoples who made their lives in places like Shipwreck Cove and Libertalia. But all their great leaders, their captains and their first mates, were locked away on the Isle, and if pirates are but one thing they are adaptable. So they made do. And they got sneaky. Elizabeth, at the helm of a trading fleet, made sure of that.As for Henry, he sat in a unique place; in most regards just a citizen, but child of the Pirate King. Her court was largely toppled, true, but her influence and importance to the unity of Auradon remained, plainly irrefutable. So, though Henry was not the typical stock of Auradon's halls, he was invited all the same. They quickly came to regret it. Henry had been raised among a once free people, the sort who built laws together and elected their monarch - and removed them when they ceased being just. He questioned everything. He broke into school buildings and argued with princes and pushed back constantly, and he was nearly never properly dressed.When Ben first announced his intent to include the children of villains to the school, Henry was one of the few who met the idea with enthusiasm. When Auradon discredited and bullied them, he was disappointed, but unsurprised. The affair of the dragon was Henry's final straw. He saw the way that people ignored it had ever happened, the way they forgot about everyone else still stuck on the Isle, and decided to do what he could. Seeing as he wasn't a politician or proper prince or any such thing, he did what he does best and pushed his limits.He got himself onto the Isle.For the next handful of years, Henry lived among the villains of Auradon's island prison. He watched them war over the few streets they were allowed, and fight for the scraps they were permitted, and struggle to maintain any sort of dignity, any sanity. He fell in, in particular, with the young people that populated the wharf. Namely, Uma's crew. For awhile it was just a matter of proximity. Henry kept close to the water, and the gang tolerated him, so long as he didn't cause trouble. Then he became their go-to boundary defier - able to walk between gang territories because he had no affiliation, so they sent him as messenger, as errand boy. Eventually, as the trust grew, this neutrality faded. He was a pirate. Always had been, really, but it started to stick.When the barrier came down, Henry was unleashed on Auradon with the rest of the Isle-born. No longer what he was; not what he had come to live as. Neither Auradonian or Isle-born, yet both, in a way of speaking. He finds himself in a rare position, someone with ties to both ways of life, and so often acts as a mediator and sort-of ambassador (though god forbid anyone try to give him an actual title.) Ultimately, though, over Auradon or the Isle, he is biased for those he loves. If he could find a simple way to ensure all their safety and forget all the rest, he just might take it. For now, juggling a job in his mother's trading fleet —first mate of a ship called the Tempest, sailed by a crew of both Auradon and the Isle's finest— with trying to make things better for everyone suits him well enough.

WITH YOU IN MY HEART I CAN BEAR EVERYTHING
His Dark Materials AUBorn among the Gyptian families who sail the seas to a sailor and a witch during an upheaval: he was out of place right from the start. Before the boy was even properly named, his mother gathered him and fled from the conflict at the coasts, seeking refuge among family friends who had long lived in the narrowboats that ran the channels of Brytain. His father remained tethered to the sea, unable to join them by a matter of both obligation and honor. To break would send others to ill fates, and leave him a cursed and ruined man, so there he remained.Henry’s home became Eastern Anglia, where his mother made her home on the fens among men. Though she lived well there, and kept their laws, she kept her own way, too. Henry, therefore, was raised on a mix of Gyptain way and Witch’s view. As result, he’s always had a foot in more than one camp, so to speak. He doesn’t lend to tradition very well at all, and loves nothing so much as to question the order of things so that he might decide if he finds that order adoptable or folly. And he does so love to collect. Histories and myths, legends and lore, all of it. A scholar of the fabricated, if you like. He seems rather fond of the idea. It was that, maybe, and the wilder, witchier aspects of his nature, that led him on to be a traveler more than a tradesman, though the two fit neatly hand in hand.Near his twentieth birthday, something in him changed. [I’m still torn on the exact nature of this part, but either it was a conflict related to his family history, or he came distressingly close to intercision via The Maystadt Process. Or maybe those were the same thing, and it’s both? Regardless, he goes away from it a bit…haunted.] These days, he’s a known purveyor of maps and charts, and sometimes deals in rare artifacts and difficult-to-obtain goods. Anything with a good adventure in it is like to draw his eye.ON THE MATTER OF HIS DÆMON, her first shape was a wild cat’s fiercely mewling kitten, amber colored and audacious. She was named Elektryona a full week before the boy’s mother settled on the name Henry. In early youth she was wildly unsettled, fluttering easily between shapes borrowed from the adults he knew (birds and badgers, wolves and weasels) while of her own accord falling often into the shapes of marine mammals (otters, dolphins, sea lions) and an assortment of canines (scrappy terrier to mischievous coyote to enormously silly great dane all included.) Cats and bats and strange little lemurs made appearances, too; anything to get them to the roots of their questions or helpful in the aim of exploring someplace as thoroughly as was entirely possible. The only holding thing seemed to be that reptiles and bugs were out of the question- any whim was fair, so long as it had fur or feathers. Scales and chitin simply would not do.As Henry’s knack for collecting and recounting stories emerged, Lektra took on a habit of adopting on the forms of fictional beasts that appeared within them. She’d hold these to accent the story or enact a prank, but never any longer than that. Of these, she seemed to prefer the chimera, albeit a chimera the size of a large dog. (Tragically, too small for riding.) Once, after an accident in which Henry nearly drowned, she became a common mouse and kept the shape for weeks on end, hiding in his pockets and under his shirt, curling up against his collarbones. Then one day, for no obvious reason, she wasn’t a mouse anymore, and she never again took a shape any smaller than a wiggly lap-sized terrier. Soon after, she was more and more a sweet, sleek hunting dog, and hardly changing at all. She fully settled -somewhat early- in their eleventh year of life, comfortably a fine golden retriever with a warm reddish-golden coat and open, friendly face.Lektra is playful and warm, but, too, fiercely protective, somewhat rowdy, & sometimes entirely unpredictable. She tends to be more willing than the average dæmon to speak to others directly, and does so with a confidence that defies every reproach. Truly, Elektryona and Henry are cut entirely from the same spirited cloth. Their greatest difference seems to be that she learned a little better than him when to keep her tongue and take her time, and so often acts as Henry’s voice of measured action, pulling him out of impulse with a poke of her nose. Excitable as she is, though, when they leap for trouble it’s very often in tandem.(Lektra's voice claim is Lily James.)Alternatively I will write in literally any of my verses with the alteration of "and also everyone has dæmons." So I have a Lyra's-world verse, but if, at any time, you want to bring dæmons into the fold, I also want to do that!!! Lektra's the best I love her

CHASE THE SKY INTO THE OCEAN
High Fantasy AUHenry Turner is the heir to rule of a place you've never heard of. It's a cobbled together little sovereign nation originally built by brigands and outcasts, peoples banished from whatever place they were born. Not very old, as far as kingdoms go (just a couple hundred years or so, a handful of generations) but growing steadily. Full of a stories, traditions brought over and made new. As time rolls they're creating conventions all their own, built from scratch. They've begun reaching out. A little tropical island kingdom called Lathyae*, ruled by King — that is, Ker’tenere Elizabeth. But King is close enough, on foreign shores.And foreign shores is where Ker'capere Henry often finds himself. Called by the wind, tempted by uncharted waters, or else on a genuine expedition at the behest of his mother (or all of the above), he spends a great deal of time going from one place to the next. He cavorts though castles, common streets, and the wilds just the same, always collecting stories and charms. When acting as official ambassador of Lathyae, he is almost never alone, and almost always seeking to establish ties. Trade lines or simple diplomatic attendance, to check boxes and generate good will. Lathyae is a young kingdom in need of connections. Too small to sustain itself alone, and too legitimate, now, to survive by scraping up the excesses of others. Henry, when playing nice, brings local goods and the expertise of a sailor and one hell of a winning smile.When off on a tear of his own, Henry almost never tells the whole truth of who he is. That is, he is honest, and he is genuine, but he simply fails to mention the part where his mother is the ruler of a nation and he her only child and assumed successor. He sails, hopping from vessel to vessel like any commissioned sailor. Sometimes he gets stuck on land, and finds work as a laborer or fighter. Ultimately, his ambition is simple: to adventure. To set out and find whatever it is he finds by setting out. Dallying while he still has the freedom to do so, before the length of his ties to home pull taut and sit him in halls and heights and endless councils committees courts commissions convocations conclaves chapters chambers cabinets congresses constituencies— –He much prefers the wind. But if he could find a way to learn to love to lead, he just might do it. And do it really well.This verse concept is incredibly flexible, a launching point for many other worlds - Narnia, Ingary, Alagaesia, Forgotten Realms, so on. As such, many of Henry's plot points aren't fixed, or are tied to specific characters or worlds, even though they all start here. I'm happy to figure things out as we go! If you need a more grounded starting point, I'm also very happy to plot beforehand!!In DND(-inspired) contexts, Henry is effectively a human barbarian. I have a sort of... pet-project constat WIP sheet rolled up for him. Though less than a praying type, he's nevertheless favored by the sea goddess Calypso, through whom he has access to certain arcane abilities — and thus is on the Path of Wild Magic. He's also the beloved (surrogate) child of a minor trickster deity, and carries a blessing in that regard, but we don't have time to unpack all of that just now. The important thing to know about all of this is that he tends to be incredibly lucky, especially on the water and near the coasts.*Lathyae is pronounced like lathe-YAY (or lay-thee-AY if you're quick about it), both "a" sounds are long, mimicking the name of the letter. Ker'tenere is CARE te-NAIR, with a bit of a pause between the first and second syllable. Ker'capere, CARE ca-PAIR, is the same.

THE WIND WILL SET ME RACING
Modern AUA child of international waters, Henry spent a vast majority of his childhood calling a sailboat home. His family kept mostly to tropical waters, moving from place to place on warm winds with a regularity that, to him, was like the turn of seasons. Singapore in the summer, Jamaica in the fall. That was just the way of life to him, and while his parents never lied to him, Henry didn’t really come to understand the full nature of why they lived as they did until he was older.Simply put, his family make their living outside of law. For the most part that was the whole of it, that they did things differently that regulation demands, and that was all. But there was danger in it too— that’s why they kept in motion. It began to click when he was around ten years old, and his father -already often away- disappeared in earnest. Most believed him dead. Henry never did. Eventually, this led him to the idea that he was the only one who could (or would) do anything about it. He spent the next decade working everything out, digging up his father and finding the way to let him come home. He throws himself into the middle of a twenty+ year conflict and it goes… about as well as something like that sounds like it would. It brings the conflict to a head, and subsequently frees his parents from everything that has tied them for so long, but also leaves Henry gravely injured. Almost, but not quite broken. He walks away changed - newly appreciative of the fact that he can walk. But it’s worth it, to set things right.Despite his success at restoring home to how it should be, Henry finds he may have outgrown it in the process. The world calls him, nowhere to go but on, so he answers. First it’s travel for the sake of travel. Places he’d always wanted to go, revisits to cities that he always liked, and he makes his way staying with old friends, taking odd jobs and making new ones. A handful of semesters and solitary classes, spread out, tucked into an ongoing folklore studies degree. Somewhere along the way he stumbles into doing a bit of writing for some publication or another. It’s not much, just a little holiday travels piece for amateur pay. But he finds joy in it, and the people who it finds call the publication, reach out and write back, saying what else? Where else? So he does it again, and keeps exploring, inviting people to see the world anew. Then, suddenly, it's what he's doing. Traveling and writing about it. Inviting them in regular installments: come find me. Come and find me, and I’ll show you.THE GHOSTS THAT WE KNEW
Modern AU IIA second modern-set verse which follows the same beats as everything above, only Henry’s sixth sense for spiritual and magical events carries over, and the setting takes on matching supernatural elements. All his life he’s been aware of ghosts and ghouls and so on. Tuned in to things in a way most people aren’t. When he tracks down his father, it has more to do with ghosts than the world of crime, and rather than suffer a physical injury Henry is possessed by a vengeful spirit similar to how things go in his canon. Fits most supernatural (the genre, not the show (but the show too)) styled settings! He ends up in a similar profession, traveling and writing, but with the added note of also researching and chronicling accounts of ghosts and hauntings (etc.). He’s definitely not a hunter, though. Still just a collector, a folklorist, listening to the stories the world has to tell him.

A STRANGE NEW KIND OF INBETWEEN THING
Riordanverse (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, etc.) AUMore than 200 years ago, in a different age of demigods, one William Turner lived brightly. The son of a mortal sailor and the sea goddess Amphitrite, he was a formidable figure who made waves in the golden age of piracy: powerful in battle, and impossible to drown. In his twentieth year of life, he married Elizabeth Swann, a captivating daughter of Aphrodite who led her life with passion and a certain Titan-esque intensity. Together they faced down a calamity that would have consigned the divinities of the seas to oblivion in Khaos's realm. The effort left William mortally wounded. As reward for a dutifully led life and his heroic undertakings , his mother took pity and raised William to a deified status, making him a minor god of passages, boundaries, and crossings. He became a bright-eyed mirror: where Charon guides the souls of those who die on land, William guides those who die at sea.Almost a perfect year after the fighting, Will & Elizabeth had a son. They named him Henry. In the beginning, his parents weren't certain whether the title of demigod would pass to him. Certainly he was a legacy, reaching back to both Amphitrite and Aphrodite, but did the child of a deified mortal count as a hero? The question quickly answered itself: Henry plainly leaned for hyper-attentive and excelled at ancient language learning. Soon after, he displayed an uncanny ability to see through the mist, uncovering monsters with ease and therefore earning their wrath well before he was the typical age to begin drawing them. Elizabeth (alone, as her husband had his godly duties) gathered Henry and took him to sea. There, she relied on her own hard-won abilities and her husband's influence in the ocean realm to protect her young son from monsters and temperamental gods alike.As Henry grew older, his senses sharpened, making him able to detect other magics, the dead and dying, as well as places of curses and crossing; he never showed any ability to control any of these things, just the sense to find them, and know what they were. This, as you can imagine, was a very bad collection of things for an intensely curious, highly impulsive demigod to be able to sense. Naturally he began poking at them. This was how he and his mother learned, through a series of miraculous near-misses, that Henry seemed to have inherited his father's luck at sea, as he proved unable to drown — suggestion that Amphitrite favored her son's son. This was never more clear than when, in a misguided but well-intended quest for truth, Henry stole and damaged Poseidon's trident.Poseidon was -understandably- furious. He wanted the boy killed. Amphitrite argued against this, and in the end Henry was spared death, but harshly punished. He was to spend the next 500 years neither living nor dead, but as a spirit of passage, aiding his father in the ferrying of souls from the mortal seas to the shores beyond. The first years were not so bad. The work did not bother him, and he was with his father. Then the years rolled on, and the friends Henry had grew older, forgot him. His mother grew grey, and then frail. The worst years were the ones surrounding her death; the worst day, when they ferried her along. And still he persisted, serving out his punishment.During the Second Titanomachy, Oceanus lay siege to Poseidon's palace and underwater subjects. Henry -with his father's blessing- fled his punishment in order to aid the fighting. In the aftermath, and very likely due to pride in his own son overpowering any lingering grudge he may have been harboring, Poseidon agreed that Henry's heroic efforts were enough to compensate for the remaining years of his 500 year penance. Poseidon released Henry, and returned him to mortal shores. He arrived to Camp Half-Blood with the wave of newly claimed demigods, breathing fresh air and truly alive again ... and 200-and-something years out of his element.(Just in time for the prophecy of the seven, and the second war with the giants. Fun times.)