#naval fiction

[ltwilliammowett]

Hornblower and the Indefatigable, by Robert Taylor (1946-)

#naval art #art #hornblower #naval fiction #hms indefatigable #age of sail

[amusingmorley]

‘I watch Naval Fiction for the plot.’

The plot:

#Hornblower #naval fiction #ioan gruffudd #paul mcgann #Greg wise #napoleonic #the plot #thirst #men on boats

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #my art #listen this took me like two weeks so y'all better appreciate 🤌 #johnny is the super active DIY father of the family #simon has made his way through all of the miss marple mysteries and has now set his sights on naval fiction #also growing his fringe out to hide the early onset baldness #johnny has gorgeous hair but we knew that #the dogs are called roger and wee albert--guess which is which #yes they all sleep in the same bed~ #I guess I just need to see these two old and cranky and alive for whatever reason... #let them both burn in hell after a few good decades learning how to live beyond just surviving #god they probably make a banger pot roast....

[the-golden-vanity]

Captain Pike, Dean Cornwell (1892-1960)

I'm in love with this dramatic painting of a ship's officer facing Age of Sail-era justice, which was sent to me by @habemuscarnificem. After much searching online, and seeing this credited as an illustration for every maritime story from Treasure Island to Moby-Dick (neither of which involve anyone being hanged from the yardarm), I came across the painting's title, Captain Pike. However, I'm having a hard time finding out who Captain Pike was, or whether he was a real or fictional sea captain. Age of Sail Tumblr, can you help me out?

@ltwilliammowett @clove-pinks @benjhawkins @ anybody else who knows their boat stories

Thank you so much! Fair winds and following seas to you all.

#dean cornwell #captain pike #age of sail #nautical #pirates #mutiny #20th century art #20th century illustration #age of sail fiction #maritime art #maritime fiction #adventure fiction #historical fiction #naval history #nautical history #art history #piratecore #cw death

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 25 - Distress Signal

What's Out in Tidmouth Bay:

“And every year, on the date of the sinking, the ship rides the seas again, searching for the crew that abandoned her to her watery grave…” Salty finished, grinning at the assembled engines. “Rubbish!” snorted Douglas. “Thir's na sic thing as ghost ships rising up oot o' th' ocean. Whit a doolally idea. Whitevur neist? A submarine letting oot distress signals, even though thir's na yin thare?” Both he and his twin Donald sniggered. Edward scowled.

“You shouldn’t joke about lost submarines,” he said grimly. “After all, there’s a tale of a submarine that was lost off Tidmouth bay that will make you funnel quiver.” “Ooo! Tell it! Please!” exclaimed the other engines. Edward shot a dark look at them.

“This is not a pleasant story, and it’s certainly not one to make light of…” With one last sigh, the old engine began his story.

“Back during the First World War, both Britain and Germany began to deploy early submarines to disrupt shipping and try to starve their opponent out of the war. But back then, the submarines were still new technology – they rattled, and sprang leaks, and they were loud most of the time too. But when they glided underwater, not even the keenest of eyes could spot them.

“In 1916, several British submarines began docking at Tidmouth. These submarines were manned by local Sudrians who’d signed up for the navy, and they were very proud of their machines. ‘Best in the Navy!’ they would boast. ‘Never to be beaten!’ we would often reply, caught up in a great patriotic spirit for our country and our boys doing their part to defend it.

“One of the duties of these submarine crews was to tow large underwater mines into choke points in the harbour waterways. These giant, spiked balls of explosives were placed randomly, so that enemy ships would be unable to get too close to the harbour to attack. The submarines were good at this job, and the island’s people always felt safer knowing they were protecting us.

“It all changed one foggy night. A German U-Boat had been spotted off the coast of Liverpool and was sailing north towards us at a tremendous rate. At the time, Tidmouth was a major manufacturer of shells and explosives for the front line, and even one hit to the factory would do irreversible damage. The submarines in Tidmouth bay were sent out to find the German U-Boat, despite the thick fog that made navigation almost impossible – and they found it. Unfortunately, they also found the minefields.

“The radios were filled with crackly cries for help from Sudrian sailors, all lost in the fog and trying to avoid the mines they’d set while also hunting for a German U-Boat. We all waited with bated breath on the shoreline, all listening to the radio and praying for the boys…”

Edward paused, then tears filled his old eyes.

“And then, there was a flash of light – it was so bright, it pierced through the fog and lit up the entire bay – and screams. They came through the radio for only a couple seconds, but they were the longest seconds of my life. They were horrible – wretched, broken, filled with agony and suffering – and then they were gone. One of the Sudrian submarines had found the German U-Boat and fired on it… but they had missed… and hit an underwater mine. Both ships were destroyed, sinking down to their final resting places on the sea floor.”

The engines were horrified. Even Donald and Douglas were silent, eyes wide. Every engine who had lived through the First World War had known someone who had lost their lives – but to actually see it with their own eyes… it was horrific.

“But that wasn’t the end,” Edward continued, startling everyone. “One year later, the remaining submarines were sat in the harbour when their radios crackled with an unknown message. But it wasn’t just the submarines’ radios – no, it was every radio in Tidmouth. Every single one picked up this unknown, crackling message. It was a distress signal! – a shouted one, in two different languages. One was foreign – German; garbled, broken by the static of the radios. The other however… it was the lost sailors from the sunken submarine. They were shouting at each other and at us – and then there was a massive explosion that ripped through the radio-waves. There was a flash of light – and then those screams. They tortured us, far longer than the screams we’d heard on that fateful night. They were in German too now, as if both ships were wailing for their losses. And then… nothing.

“This happened again the next year, and then the year after that – and after that, the people of Tidmouth learnt. Every year, on the date of the accident, every radio in Tidmouth is switched off. It’s a moment of silence, for the men who lost their lives.”

No one knew what to say, and so they all went quietly to sleep.

The next evening, Edward was away on his branchline, and a new driver decided to leave the radio on for the engines in the sheds. This was not uncommon – the engines enjoyed the background noise; it was relaxing after a long days’ work.

It was only Donald and Douglas – Bear had the midnight goods, Gordon had the express, Salty was delivering some trucks to Elsbridge, Duck was collecting a late load of ballast, James and Henry were sleeping at the other end of the line, and Oliver was pulling the last passenger train of the evening. “Edward's story - ye dinnae hawp it, dae ye?” asked Donald. “Na! nae at a' - tis a guid story fur a friten, bit thir's na sic thing as ghosts,” snorted Douglas. “Especially nae ghosts sending oot distress signals.” “Aye, whit nonsense…”

The song on the radio ended – but another didn’t start. Instead, the radio crackled – as if suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of static. Voices could be vaguely heard from the radio, quiet – but growing louder. They were in English… and in German. They were screaming, pleading, arguing, begging for help. It was a distress signal. The voices grew louder, more garbled – and then, there was a sonic BOOM! that erupted from the radio, almost knocking the Caledonian twins off their rails.

It was followed by a horrific wailing and screaming. It ripped through Donald and Douglas, their boilers going cold at the sound. It was the sound of dying men. It stretched on for what felt like an eternity, eventually tapering off into garbled groaning, and then nothing.

An unseen figure in a top hat clicked off the radio, and vanished out the back door, unheard by the twins. They were barely holding in their tears, eyes wide and wheels quivering.

Oliver puffed in, looking very confused. “Are you two alright?” he asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost—” “Dinnae... say that…” Donald croaked.

Oliver stayed respectfully silent.

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#fanfiction writer #railway series #weirdowithaquill #thomas the tank engine #traintober 2023 #traintober #ttte edward #ttte douglas #ttte donald #wwi fiction #naval #submarine #tw ghosts #railways #prompt: distress signal

[marryat92]

"Well done my lads!" cried Captain Oughton; "well done! that broadside was a staggerer—right into his ribs. Hurrah now, my hearts of oak! this fellow's worth fighting. Aim at his foremast—another broadside will floor it. It's on the reel—Newton, jump forward, and—"

But the order was stopped by a grape-shot, which struck Captain Oughton on the breast. He staggered and fell off from the poop to the quarter-deck. Newton leapt down, and went to him. The torrents of blood from his breast at once told the tale; and Newton called to some of the men, that his commander might be taken below.

"Wait a moment, my dear lad," said Captain Oughton, faintly, and catching his breath at every word; "it's a finisher—can't come to time—I die game."

— Frederick Marryat, Newton Forster

The homeward bound fleet of Indiamen from China under the command of Captain Dance engaging and repulsing a squadron of French men of war near the straits of Malacca Feb.y 15.th 1804 (detail), by William Daniell.

#frederick marryat #captain marryat #age of sail #newton forster #east india company #age of fighting sail #naval battle #british literature #william daniell #naval art #the event in the book is a fictional retelling of the battle in the print by william daniell

[booomcha]

The Good Shepherd, WWII Fiction

From Amazon: The mission of Commander George Krause of the United States Navy is to protect a convoy of thirty-seven merchant ships making their way across the icy North Atlantic from America to England. There, they will deliver desperately needed supplies, but only if they can make it through the wolfpack of German submarines that awaits and outnumbers them in the perilous seas. For forty-eight…

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#am reading #am writing #books #booomcha #c.s. forester #historical fiction #military #military fiction #naval history #navy #reading #reading community #story spinner #war fiction #world war ii #Writing #writing community #wwii

[lewmagoo]

the things i’m googling for this bob series…..

#listen #it’s not gonna be accurate according to naval standards 😂 #i know it doesn’t matter bc it’s fictional #but my brain is like ‘every detail MUST BE PERFECT or you are a FAILURE’ #anyway

[dakotakazansky]

Cast / Playlist

Lt. Dakota 'Kota' "Ghost" Kazansky Sofia Carson

Lt. Jake "Hangman" Seresin Glen Powell

Lt. Tatum 'Tate' "Villain" Thatcher Florence Pugh

The rest of the top gun Maverick Cast as their respective characters

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Top Gun: Maverick or the Characters, i only own the idea/characters of both Kota Kanzasky and Tatum Thatcher.

Playlist:

If you want to listen to songs that have inspired me in some way shape or form for this story, you can follow the link to my Ghost playlist on Spotify or use the Spotify code to get there.

Ghost Spotify Playlist

#bradley bradshaw #coyote #enemies to lovers #fan fiction #fighter pilot #fighter jet #friends to lovers #jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin #jake seresin x oc #iceman #tom kazansky #Dakota Kazansky #Kota #javy machado #Kazansky #maverick #pete mitchell #naval academy #naval aviator #naval aviation #navy #us navy #top gun #rooster #DakotaKazanskyStories #controlled chaos squad #callsign loki #callsign-Loki

[pulpsandcomics2]

Sink the Bismarck by C. S. Forester    (Bantam, 1959)

#historical fiction #naval history

[ltwilliammowett]

John Mollo's personal handwritten costume design manuscript and diary which includes character designs, artwork, meeting notes and budgets, used for the design and production of Seasons 2 to 8 of the television series Hornblower II

#naval artifacts #naval uniforms #hornblower #design #costumes #18th century #age of sail #naval fiction #age of sail movies and series

[sullustangin]

SWTOR AU Challenge

Scion of the Empire AU

Challenge created by @fenrisprime2003​. I was tagged by @starknstarwars and @grandninjamasterren . Thanks for the creative exercise and the tags!

I’m REALLY late to the party on this one, so open tag to whoever would like to do this, but has not yet. 

(I have a second one rattling around, but I’m struggling to bring it to form; I’m working on it ^^)

The Rules:

The rules on this one are simple (for SWTOR players), go into the character creator and make an AU version of one of your characters. You can change literally anything about them. Class, allegiance, species, gender, etc

"You were hidden from us."

That defiant look had to be genetic. "I rather be in the Imperial Navy. It's what we do."

Darth Marr shook his head. "Not anymore. You will be trained to wield the Force. You will serve the Empire in other ways." He aimed his mask to glare at her, but his eyes searched the shelves behind her.

A model of the destroyer Intrepid -- the glorious sacrifice by the Grand Admiral in his last moments to break the Rimma Blockade. "You are fortunate that your grandfather's status as Hero of the Empire well as as your mother's record as a starfighter pilot has adequately convinced the Council that your subterfuge was rooted in ... more personal reasons rather than any disloyalty to the cause."

"I suppose I should thank you for convincing them not to wipe the line out." She stood at ease in front of him, a break in protocol, but Marr ... didn't mind. Not with her. "But you've drawn me into a deadly game, sir. I'm sure I would be of better use --"

"No," Marr cut her off swiftly. She'd been able to evade and pivot for all her life.  That ended here.  “You will serve in the way the Council deems best.  And that is to use your untapped power for the Empire.”  Marr came out from behind his desk.  “However, much to your own credit, you’ve successfully wedged yourself into a nearly irreplaceable position in the Imperial Navy as coordinator and liaison with our privateers and achieved the rank of Captain at a young age.”

“Not the youngest age,” Captain Eva Corolastor reminded him.  “The Grand Admiral is a difficult act to follow, sir.”  

“Agreed.  Given the difficulties you now pose to both to the Navy and to the Council, I have taken the initiative in your instruction.  You will work with me outside the bounds of the Sith Academy.”  Marr activated a button on his desk, which sent a signal to the man waiting outside.  “As you transition to your new role, I’ve deemed it necessary to assign you a personal attache, one familiar with my methods ... and well-aware of the failings of his brother, my former apprentice.”

In walked a man with dull brown hair but intelligent green eyes.  “Lieutenant Talos Drellik of the Imperial Reclamation Service.”  He immediately snapped to attention and performed a salute.  “Captain.”

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #alternative universe #darth marr #talos drellik #imperial naval captain #sith inquisitor?

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

What if some marine captain of an exploratory ship chose not to map some specific islands?

Like to use them to hide his treasures after commiting crimes against the crown the captain served.

Or to hide the mnemonic horrors that exist on the island.

Perhaps the island is to be used by him as a secret base when he takes rule of a colony he establishes and in a long play overthrows his king.

Thinkbait for y'all.

#Thinkbait #fantasy #worldbuilding #fantasy worldbuilding #fantasy world #worldbuilding ideas #world creation #dnd #Pirate worldbuilding #Pirate fiction #Pirate setting #Naval setting #Sea setting #Sailpunk #Exploration worldbuilding

[avalineryu]

Speedy Confrontation

"What's all this about Regina's legacy?"

The Speedies tried to get answers from the local populace for a case they're investigating, but have made very little headway. Started: 27 April 2022 Finished: 29 April 2022

Musical inspiration: Sid Meier's Pirates Land Battle

#digital art #speedies #naval art #historical fiction #gillian speedy #lucretia bowyer #erica renshaw

[marryat92]

Shipboard scene of preparation for action, c. 1820 (NMM)

I was stationed at the foremost guns on the main deck, and the ship cleared for action; and though on a comparatively small scale, I cannot imagine a more solemn, grand, or impressive sight, than a ship prepared as ours was on that occasion. Her noble tier of guns, in a line gently curving out towards the centre; the tackle laid across the deck; the shot and wads prepared in ample store (round, grape, and canister); the powder-boys, each with his box full, seated on it with perfect apparent indifference as to the approaching conflict.

— Frederick Marryat, The Naval Officer (Frank Mildmay)

#frederick marryat #captain marryat #age of sail #naval battle #frank mildmay #cleared for action #british literature #age of sail fiction #albeit the autobiographical kind

[lacnunga]

Thinking about my Crimean war oc. This Bertie Wooster motherfucker is just chilling in the navy bc as a kid he got excited at the seaside and his rich parents who love him too much mapped out a whole career for him and he was too embarrassed to say no and is still hoping he'll like it one day. He's hanging out like 'this isn't too bad I guess. I'm just the normal kind of miserable bc I hate the thought of things that live in the ocean but at least I have tea :)' and his steward is there going 'sir, this might be the time to resign. It's 1853, I've got a bad feeling about this, I'm begging you to quit'. 'oh Perry, you worry too much, nobody would fight a war in this civilised age!'

...

'well drat'

#also his name is eustace byng so there was never a hope for him #he cant deal with the sight of blood and thinks nelson's fame was mostly due to good branding #his ship is the hms fundamental and the first time he gets his name in the papers proper its misspelled as hms fundament #aubrey and hornblower are judging him from the fictional naval officers corner