A few low german words
For whatever reason I'm doing this now, I've been asked if I could put a few nautical terms into low german. And after you've already had such a good laugh about plüschapple (peach or plush apple). Here are a few more.
The Captain - de Kaptain
The captain on small ships - de Schipper
Ship - dat Schipp
Seagull - de Knüllenkieker, de Mööv
Sailor - Matroos, Seemann, Schipper, Fahrensmann or Butenfahrder
Whale - de Waalfisk
Sea - de See
Wave - de Well, de Bulg
Seal- de Rubb
Sail - dat Seil
Lighthouse - de Füürtoorn
Hallo - Moin
Sailmaker- Büdelneiher
Carpenter - Silly Mooker
Stern - Mors
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Almost done with my first shift ... and I've somehow had the time to read my book in the process.
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this is a real tin poster i have in my room. i love it
and high-res version i found online. i got mine at a liquidation store for like 2 bucks, online one was more expensive 😐
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"Come, men, can't any of you sing? Sing now, and raise the dead." - Herman Melville
Hello and welcome to the Ultimate Sea Shanty Bracket! This is a silly little competition to see which sea shanty everybody loves the most. (Or the majority of people, at least.)
I'm currently taking submissions for songs to put in the bracket, which will be comprised of random match-ups. Feel free to include a version of the song that you particularly like along with your submission, if you feel like it!
I've decided to keep my definition of "sea shanty" pretty loose. Songs can be traditional shanties or foc's'le songs, or modern songs modeled after them (ex. Barrett's Privateers). Songs that are generally about the sea or oceangoing lifestyle, but that aren't quite sea shanties (ex. The Mariner's Revenge Song) won't be included in the bracket, but we love them anyways.
Songs that have already been submitted:
Leave Her, Johnny
Mingulay Boat Song
Drunken Sailor
Barrett's Privateers
Randy Dandy O
Fish In The Sea
Running Down To Cuba
Lowlands Away
Happy submitting, and fair winds and following seas to you!
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New episode up! Nancy Dawson. Neptune’s goblets. North-West Passage. Nuts of an anchor. All these nautical terms and more defined at long last in this, the Nth chapter of the Sailor’s Word Book! With special guest @haverkampink
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Une petite houle, venue du large, imprimait au canot un léger roulis, et quelque crêtes de lames clapotaient à son avant. (Vingt mille lieues sous les mers, 2e partie, chapitre III)
today in sentences that would have made me weep quietly into my dictionary if i had read them a year ago before jules verne expanded my marine vocabulary by ~1700%.
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https://twitter.com/mehhh141/status/1622625541919580167?t=KMSoNY0UBXhvBPNWSpfNxw&s=19
Captain price
@mehh141's Price is so stunning to look at!!!! 🤩
It's giving me such massive inspiration for this AU that's been bouncing around inside of my noggin' for a bit now of Sailor Cap., Price (largely based on the song Brandi) where he docks and meets MC in a pub, and they write letters to each other while he's gone, and he promises to take her sailing around the world (my thalassophobic ass could NEVER). It's just very cute and angsty and romantic, and full of nautical imagery and themes, and he's all tatted up and sunburnt, and wears a wears a royal navy uniform, and yeah.
I'm also already writing this - if only for myself.
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"""straight pirates"""??? bffr
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Message In a Bottle
Oh Captain, my Captain!
How I miss our seductive flirtation,
Gleefully mixing sea metaphors
On our most nauti-cal voyages!
It was such a joy to serve as your first mate,
Breathlessly awaiting your orders,
Willfully submitting myself to your commands,
Delivered with such assurance and authority.
Your navigational skills were first rate
As we eagerly explored uncharted territories.
I felt myself in steady, sure hands
As you whipped up a tempest within me.
How I wish to sail beneath the stars with you
Once more, our bodies entwined on the deck,
Your lips upon my breast, your fingers
Deftly exploring my hidden treasure,
Your sturdy mast plunging repeatedly
Into my briny depths, until at last
Riding on the waves of our mutual pleasure,
Your seafoam floods my main compartment
And mixes with my sweet tropical rum.
Our vigorous screwing complete, you moor me
Securely to your pier in your strong arms,
And we contemplate our next voyage together.
How I wish I could have been your sea siren,
Your mermaid, your stowaway, your prisoner…
Alas our pleasure craft has foundered on
Treacherous shoals. You gave me the helm,
And I could not navigate confidently.
Shipwrecked by my own lustful disregard
Of the rules of the road, I am marooned
On that lush deserted island in the middle of
The ocean that we once spoke of with excitement,
Only without you to make it a sensual experience.
You possess the map to come rescue me,
But with your rank comes responsibilities,
And you are unable to answer my S.O.S. call.
But I am not drowning nor in true distress;
Just missing my esteemed master and adrift
In thoughts of what might have been.
Think of me, dear Captain,
As you walk along the beach admiring
The radiant beauty of a sunset over the water.
Hear my voice calling out to you
As the surf crashes onto the shore
And then retreats back into its element.
Perhaps in time, the currents will change and
The tides will shift, bringing us together once again.
🐾 FK
10 October 2022
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Just came across this passage by a sailor expressing how it feels to lose a shipmate and found it quite touching:
Then, too, at sea—to use a homely but expressive phrase—you miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark, upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms and hear no voices but their own, and one is taken suddenly from among them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb. There are no new faces or new scenes to fill up the gap. There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. There is one less to take the wheel, and one less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form, and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of your senses feels the loss.
— Richard Henry Dana, from his memoir Two Years Before the Mast (1840)
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I'm very good at pretending to be working on my thesis
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Hannah has rejoined the Antiques Freaks to delve into nautical nonsense! Marling-spike. Midshipman. Mollymauk. Mosquito fleet. With bonus diversions into Master & Commander, Moby-Dick, AMC’s cult horror hit The Terror (2018), and Dee’s insatiable hunger for mackerel.
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I've been pronouncing schooner wrong for about ten years, I fucking hate english
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WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TROPICAL ROUGE MOVIE DID THEY RUN OUT OF TIIIIIIME
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Cribbage, Lights List and Coastal Pilot
Cribbage, Lights List and Coastal Pilot
The broken cribbage board and the Coast Pilot Take me back to the days when I learned to “Hand, Reef, and Steer” aboard the 34-foot ketch Psyche. The lovely thing about the ketch rig is that you have a wide choice of sails and sail configurations. Pick the right combo, and the boat will “wing on wing” before light air leaving you to enjoy the sail. The less fun part of the ketch rig is gaining…
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