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Coco de Mer | Elise set | Muse by Coco de Mer Fall Winter 2023-24
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neufhistoires · 8 months
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Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 10
Loveless Marriage
Chapter 10
Word count: 4,023
**There are some suggestive themes in this chapter**
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“Wait! I just need to take one more photo of these ones,” Francis called out as he leaned over pink flowers at the botanical garden, trying to get the best angle he could. Arthur was slowly, but surely, walking away from him.
Francis had insisted on buying a disposable camera at one of the souvenir shops (even though he obviously already had a camera on his phone) because it would be aesthetically pleasing to develop the photos and put them in a physical album. Arthur argued that it was a waste of money because he already had a camera on his phone, but that didn’t stop the Frenchman. His mind was set.
“You’re so slow– I’m heading to the next area without you if you don’t hurry up!” Arthur called out, although it really wasn’t much of a threat anymore, seeing as he essentially already did go to the next section of flowers without the Frenchman. Francis was going to ignore the other man until he glanced over and realized how far away he was, irritation becoming apparent on his face.
“Hey! I told you to wait!” Francis yelled back, his eyes narrow as he took one more photo and then ran over to the Englishman.
“I didn’t realize you were my parent,” Arthur muttered sarcastically, his gaze averted away from Francis as he snapped some photos of the next area of flowers with his phone camera.
“I’m not– I’m your husband,” Francis teased, a smirk forming on his face as he watched Arthur tense up and glance around to see if anyone heard him say that.
“That’s even worse! Stop it!” Arthur yelled in a hushed tone.
“You’ll appreciate the effort I put into these photos when you see them developed later. Hey, I might even let you make your own copies of them,” Francis said, completely changing the topic as though he hadn’t even heard the other man.
“No, thanks,” Arthur scoffed. “I’ll be posting my photos and sending them to my friends today– maybe even right now– because I don’t have to go somewhere and wait for them to be developed.” “You know, you’re so much more tolerable when you’re drunk…or sick,” Francis muttered, trying to take his next set of photos faster.
“Well, if I get poisoned, I’ll know who did it,” Arthur replied, but he let out a small laugh, which made Francis smile, too.
The two of them continued to make their way through the garden, making sure to take photos of, and with, the Coco de Mer plants, which Francis couldn’t help but make dirty remarks about. Then, they proceeded on to the Thai Garden and the Chinese Garden, where they listened to a park employee explain the history behind them.
After the interesting, but very detailed, history lesson, the two of them were hungry so they stopped at a restaurant called Wildflour Cafe, which was located in the botanical garden. Arthur ordered tea and Francis ordered coffee, both of which tasted exceptional. For the food, they split a savory avocado bun, which was essentially thick, toasted bread with avocado spread and tomatoes topped with basil. They split it because they also each ordered a piece of homemade ginger and lime drizzle cake, which was also, of course, delicious.
Just when Arthur thought that they were done and went to ask for the check, Francis went ahead and ordered wine… even though it was lunch time.
“What are you doing– drinking at this time?” Arthur leaned in and whispered, which caused the waitress to stop and wait to see if the Frenchman would still want it.
“We’re on vacation– normal etiquette doesn’t apply! I want to try their wine,” Francis replied defensively, making Arthur let out a heavy sigh.
“Whatever– I guess I’ll try some, too, then,” Arthur said, making the waitress smile and nod before she walked away to go get their drinks.
“That’s the spirit,” Francis mused.
“Yeah, yeah. Admittedly, I find things more tolerable when I’m drunk, too,” Arthur said with a laugh.
“Like I said, we’re on vacation. Would we really be enjoying it if we didn’t get at least a little bit wasted?” Francis replied, sounding like he was a college frat boy who couldn’t contain himself. Well, at least the Frenchman knew how to have a good time– Arthur would give him that.
The waitress brought them their wine and then Francis held the glass up expectantly, waiting for Arthur to lift his glass up, too.
“To us,” Francis said, locking eyes with Arthur as he gently clinked their glasses together.
Arthur wanted to scold Francis, to tell him to stop joking around about their supposed marriage, but… he looked so serious when he said it. It sort of freaked the Englishman out, so he took it as a cue to drink faster. At least he wouldn’t have to think about it too much if he got drunk. Maybe he wouldn’t even remember something as small as the way Francis looked at him then.
“My family’s wine is better, of course, but it’s not bad,” Francis said, swirling the wine around in his glass.
“I honestly couldn’t tell you the difference,” Arthur replied, making Francis scoff. He wasn’t sure if the Englishman was just trying to push his buttons or if he really meant it.
After they finished up at the restaurant, they returned to the botanical gardens to do one last walkthrough to see if there was anything they had missed the first time. It seemed a lot more laid back and enjoyable when they were a little bit tipsy. Francis wasn’t being uptight about getting the right camera angles anymore, and Arthur stopped complaining about the fact that the Frenchman wasted his money on a useless camera. 
This time they were taking completely random photos together. Some of them were rather silly. Most of them were photos of times when they tried to make serious faces or pose elegantly, but they just ended up bursting out into uncontrollable laughter instead.
The two of them stumbled around the gardens for who knows how long until they started to walk back in the direction of their hotel. They continued taking photos and walking into souvenir shops, buying things that they definitely didn’t need, like big sun hats and flashy glasses. At one point, Arthur even started doing impressions of American presidents, which was when they realized that maybe they were a little too drunk. 
Although… if they could notice something like that, then they probably weren’t too drunk at all. That was Francis’s reasoning at least when they finally returned to the hotel and went straight for the bar in the lobby. That was starting to become a regular thing for the Frenchman– getting wasted in hotel bars.
Still wearing their huge sun hats and sunglasses, they drank for hours until they genuinely started to feel sick. Arthur threw up all over the chair beside him, which Francis made sure to get a picture of on his disposable camera. He was grateful when Arthur didn’t treat him the same way though when he started to puke next. The mess they made wasn’t enough to embarrass them because they were too drunk to really comprehend what embarrassment even was, but it was enough to make the bartender kick them out.
They should have been embarrassed. At least a little bit, right? But instead they were laughing about it in the lobby.
The truly embarrassing part was probably when they both decided that they wanted to take the stairs, but couldn’t make it up more than three steps without falling over. It went on like that for a few minutes before one of the hotel employees politely suggested that they use the elevator.
On the elevator, they continued to mess around and laugh at things that they usually wouldn’t find funny. Francis pressed all of the buttons on the elevator, making it hit every floor on the way up to theirs. Arthur closed the door immediately each time they reached a floor, making it difficult for others to even get on the elevator while they were on it. It was surprising that they could even remember which floor their rooms were on, but somehow they made it to the correct floor…
Upon stopping outside their doors, Arthur leaned against the wall in the hallway, watching as Francis pathetically tried to get the key in the door to his room. He started to laugh at the Frenchman, which caused Francis to turn around with a frustrated expression on his face.
“Why don’t you try to open your own door instead of watching me?” Francis slurred, his whole world spinning when he turned around to lock eyes with the equally drunk Englishman across from him.
“It looks too difficult– I’ll just sleep here,” Arthur said in a matter of fact tone as he slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground.
Francis huffed and turned around to continue messing with the key. Then he realized he had been trying to use the wrong key and laughed at himself for a second before he put the correct key in and unlocked the door.
The Frenchman turned around again and saw the Englishman almost passed out in the hallway. Francis was drunk, too, but he could at least still recognize that sleeping in a hallway was wrong.
“Come on,” Francis mumbled, trying to lean over and grab Arthur’s arm without falling over himself.
“Where are we going?” Arthur slurred, his eyes still somehow closed as Francis tugged him into a standing position.
“You can sleep with me,” Francis replied, trying his best to focus for just a few more seconds so he could get the other man in the room and pass out in peace. Arthur wasn’t making it easy for the Frenchman though, as he kept fully collapsing into him. He almost knocked him over each time.
Eventually, the two of them got in the room, slamming the door on accident. At least the slam was loud enough for them to hear it and know that it shut for sure.
It would’ve been pitch black in Francis’s room, but he had accidentally forgotten to turn off the small lamp in the kitchenette, so the room was dimly lit. Unlike Arthur, Francis hadn’t made a mess by tossing clothes everywhere, so his room was well organized… before the two of them threw their sun hats, sunglasses, and all the other random souvenirs they had picked up along the way on the floor.
For a few minutes, the two of them didn’t really say anything. They both felt like everything was moving and every sound echoed, so Francis sat on the edge of the bed with a hand on his head and Arthur fumbled around in one of the cabinets trying to find a cup so he could get some water before bed.
It went on like that for a while, the sound of Arthur moving dishes around filling the room. Eventually, he found a cup, messily poured it with water, which got all over his hands, and then made his way over to the bed. Unfortunately though, as Arthur was walking over to the bed, just as he had almost made it there, he tripped on the unorganized pile of souvenirs and fell on top of Francis, spilling the glass of water on the other man.
“Merde! Arthur, what is that?” Francis slurred, not realizing that it was only water because he was too drunk and confused to have been paying attention to what Arthur was doing before he came over to the bed.
“Ouch, sorry,” Arthur mumbled, accidentally letting go of the glass completely as he tried to push himself off of the other man. Fortunately, when the glass hit the floor, it didn’t shatter.
As Arthur tried to use his hands to push him off of Francis, he accidentally placed his hand somewhere he shouldn’t have, causing the Frenchman to let out a groan. Arthur didn’t really realize what he had done, and then he made the situation even worse by reaching for a nearby folded blanket and attempting to sop up the water he had poured on the other man. Most of the water had spilled on his pants…
“Arthur, wait, I can–” Francis attempted to stop the other man, his cheeks flushed as the Englishman repeatedly wiped his lower half with the blanket. Right as Francis reached his arm out and grabbed Arthur’s wrist to stop him, the Englishman made contact with a certain area again and made him moan, this time much louder than before.
Although Arthur really couldn’t think too clearly, his body seemed to be thinking for him because his shorts suddenly started to feel tight and restricting after he heard the noise the other man made.
The two of them sat there frozen for a second before Francis said that he was going to take his shorts off because they were wet, but Arthur didn’t get off of him like he thought he would. No, instead he helped him take off his shorts, to which the Frenchman helped the Englishman take off his shorts, too.
It all happened so fast, as though in a matter of seconds the two of them had succumbed to some sort of primal urges and… became one.
They both weren’t thinking, their brains too distorted by alcohol to really understand what they were doing. They were only trying to get rid of the uncomfortable throbbing down below, so they didn’t even consider using lube or anything else that could have made the process a little less… regrettable the next day.
The sun coming up in the morning wasn’t enough to wake either of them up. They were both utterly exhausted from, well, a series of unfortunate events that led them to the situation they were currently in. It was only when an unassuming hotel employee entered the room to clean it that they realized how late it was.
The sound of the door opening was enough to frighten and startle them both. They glanced over at the woman who was staring at them wide eyed as if she had seen something she shouldn’t have.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here! I’ll excuse myself,” The woman said, covering her eyes as she fled the room, clearly embarrassed.
Francis wasn’t too concerned after he saw that it was just a housekeeper who had embarrassed herself  by accidentally entering the room. He was genuinely oblivious to the whole situation due to the pounding headache from his hangover. So he carelessly drifted back asleep, figuring it was just because he had a tendency to sleep naked.
Arthur was going to fall back asleep since his head was killing him, too. He couldn’t quite remember the previous night, well, at all… but he just assumed that he had a hangover. It wasn’t like it was that bizarre of an occurrence for him. However, at first he did think it was strange that someone… Francis… was lying on top of him, but upon further thought that wasn’t really that strange either.
Something seemed off though, so Arthur shifted some as he tried to consider what it might be, his head hurting even worse the more he thought. What was truly bizarre was the way his ass stung when he shifted only slightly. No, actually, his ass… was terribly sore. He furrowed his eyebrows and shifted again, glancing down to get a better look at the man who was lying on top of him. The Frenchman had promised to wear pajamas if he was going to sleep in the same bed as him before, and yet… he was naked! Putting all of the pieces together, Arthur’s cheeks flushed and he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Instead of waking him up gently, Arthur woke the Frenchman up with a rough shove. Usually the two of them could get away with shoving one another rather playfully and it meant nothing, but this time it actually physically hurt and startled the other man.
“Ow! What’s your problem?!” Francis yelled, falling over on the other side of the bed and grabbing his shoulder where he had been shoved. It was honestly such a hard shove that he would probably be bruised later.
Francis had been startled by being woken up so aggressively, but once his initial shock wore off, he realized what sort of situation they were in. Normally, he would have blushed and maybe even said something smug about the whole thing, but instead he felt sick to his stomach. It was just like the wedding, wasn’t it? Something that was meant to be romantic and meaningful had been screwed up, and even worse, he could tell Arthur wouldn’t ever forgive him for it. He was going to truly hate him.
“What’s my problem?! You’re the pervert who put me in this situation! I should’ve known you would do something like this!” Arthur yelled, getting off the bed and pulling his underwear on. His ass hurt so bad, but he was mad enough that he could look past that for the time being.
“Arthur– you have the wrong idea! My head is killing me! I was drunk last night, too! I can’t remember anything!” Francis yelled back defensively as he stood up and walked over to Arthur who was getting dressed so quickly it looked like he was running away from a murderer or a monster. Maybe that was what Francis was to him now– a monster.
“Get away from me, you liar!” Arthur yelled, almost tripping himself on his pants that were halfway on so he could put more space between himself and the Frenchman. “You’re always like this– sleeping around with anyone you can get your hands on! Didn’t it ever occur to you that other people have feelings, too, and not everyone is comfortable with how close you get to them?” Arthur continued, no longer yelling as he became more level headed, his words clearly striking to kill.
And it was working, too. Francis was too shocked to speak. That was really what Arthur thought of him? Well, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t alluded to it before during their fight when they kissed, when Arthur said that Francis would take anyone. He truly thought that Francis was a pig, a nuisance that was in his way.
“I knew something was up when you said that you wanted to sleep in bed with me because you were too cold. You’re disgusting,” Arthur continued to insult the Frenchman, pointing his finger at him accusatively.
At the beginning of their argument, Francis had wanted to defend himself, to explain that he didn’t realize what happened until morning either, that he never intended on hurting the other man, but… he felt so low he felt numb. He could only take so many insults.
When Arthur didn’t get a response, he simply said, “Stay away from me,” and left the Frenchman’s room.
That was the last time the two of them spoke before they got on the plane to return to England. Francis was still hurt by Arthur’s insults, but he had wrongfully assumed that the Englishman would be willing to make small talk with him on the plane.
“I went to develop the photos yesterday. I think the–” Francis was cut off when Arthur abruptly stood up from his seat and walked over to the nearest flight attendant, asking if there was anyone in economy who would want to switch seats with him. He explained that he didn’t care if the seats were more cramped, he just absolutely didn’t want to sit in his original seat.
With that, Arthur disappeared to the back of the plane, not even glancing at the Frenchman as he walked past him.
The two of them had fought several times. It was sort of their thing. But, it was usually a more playful, competitive kind of fight. Neither one of them had ever given the other the silent treatment for any longer than a few minutes. This time, they hadn’t spoken in days.
It was a painfully long thirteen hour flight. The whole time Francis was plagued with the thought that things would never be normal again, or well, at least as normal as they were. Arthur, on the other hand, spent the whole flight thinking about how Francis had gotten him drunk on purpose and taken advantage of him. He was contemplating every oddly intimate gesture and glance that the Frenchman made towards him and how he must’ve had a perverted ulterior motive. They were both miserable.
When the plane landed, Francis got off first because he was closer to the front. He waited for Arthur, hoping he would at least acknowledge that they arrived at the airport in the same car together, but when he greeted him, he was still walked past and ignored.
“Arthur, you’re acting like such a child,” Francis lashed out when the other man walked past him without a single word or glance.
“Maybe if you weren’t a disgusting manipulative liar, I would acknowledge you,” Arthur replied, stopping, but not turning around to look at the other man. He really knew how to hurt the other man with his words.
“You’re just as much at fault for what happened as I am!” Francis said, raising his voice as he stomped over to walk in front of the other man and force him to look him in the eyes. “We were both drunk! I can’t remember anything other than the next morning either!”
For the first time in days, Arthur reluctantly made eye contact with Francis. His gaze alone was enough to hurt Francis. It was so cold.
“You know what? Let’s say that’s true– that you really were drunk and you can’t remember anything. There’s still something worth noting– you aren’t disgusted by what happened, and I am,” Arthur said coldly, pushing past the Frenchman again.
Francis froze because what Arthur said was absolutely true and it devastated him. He understood why Arthur was upset– the whole thing was an accident, after all, but… the fact that he was disgusted with him and kept telling him over and over again really wounded him.
Arthur figured Francis was still following behind him, that he would get in the car and they wouldn’t speak on the way home, but when he opened the car door and nonchalantly glanced behind himself to see what the Frenchman was doing, he was surprised to see that he hadn’t followed him. He felt a bit guilty and hesitated for a second, but then he reminded himself that Francis was an adult with a job, so he was probably paying for a taxi, so he left. 
The Englishman assumed that the Frenchman’s reluctance to respond or follow him after what he said was an answer in itself– Francis really must not have minded that they had sex.
Francis was indeed taking a taxi back to their house, but it still hurt to know that Arthur wasn’t even concerned enough to send a text asking how he planned on getting home. He honestly didn’t make too much money working part time at a flower shop, so he would be spending most of his savings on the expensive airport taxi, but he was dejected enough that he supposed it was worth it.
Francis got home later than Arthur because he had to wait for the taxi. He noticed that no one was home, but that Arthur had definitely already been there because his luggage was in the kitchen. He figured the Englishman must’ve left immediately in hopes that they wouldn’t run into each other.
The Frenchman went upstairs with his own suitcases and slowly unpacked his things, hoping that he would hear the familiar sound of keys jingling as they unlocked the front door downstairs, but hours passed and he hadn’t heard anything. When he came across the photos he developed and the silly sun hats and sunglasses, he broke down.
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capitaine-du-terror · 4 months
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Sur les traces de La Pérouse...
Quels sont les vestiges de l'expédition de La Pérouse et où les voir?
Je vous propose une liste de liens utiles puis un petit texte retraçant l'historique des recherches liées aux épaves de l'Astrolabe et de la Boussole.
Le plus complet : https://www.collection-laperouse.fr/, catalogue les objets retrouvés dans des catégories claires, avec des photos en haute définition et des légendes.
Musée maritime de Nouvelle-Calédonie : les collections de ce musée - plus de 9000 références aujourd'hui recensées - se sont enrichies au fur et à mesure des campagnes de fouilles des associations Fortunes de mer calédoniennes et Salomon. Environ 50% des collections gérées par le musée provient des épaves la Boussole et l'Astrolabe. Pas de collection numérisée. https://museemaritime.nc/musee/collections
Musée Lapérouse : après avoir été géré par l'Association Lapérouse Albi France de 2004 à 2017, le musée est aujourd'hui municipal. Pas de collection numérisée. https://www.mairie-albi.fr/fr/le-musee-laperouse
Musée national de la Marine : quelques objets avec de très bonnes photos et explications https://www.musee-marine.fr/nos-musees/brest/collections/oeuvres-phares/ecusson-de-fregate-de-lexpedition-laperouse.html
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Poulies en bois à leur sortie de l'épave de la Boussole, site de la Faille. Collection Drassm, droits: Teddy Seguin
La découverte du lieu du naufrage ne reviendra pas aux Français, mais à un bourlingueur irlandais, un géant téméraire né en 1788 à la Martinique : Peter Dillon. Il s’est déjà rendu à Tikopia, autre île de l’archipel des Santa Cruz aux îles Salomon, pour y déposer des amis, treize ans auparavant, mais n’a pas interrogé les insulaires sur le naufrage des navires français. Il savait pourtant que la France avait promis de récompenser toute personne ayant pu recueillir des informations sur le sort des frégates et des marins. À son deuxième passage à Tikopia, en 1826, il glane des informations qui lui permettent d’organiser une nouvelle expédition, à Vanikoro cette fois, d’où il rapporte en France des preuves incontestables. Il y sera fait chevalier de la Légion d’honneur, percevra une prime de 10 000 francs ainsi qu’une pension de 4 000 francs.
Marin et érudit, passionné par les grandes expéditions, Jules-Sébastien-César Dumont d’Urville obtient en 1826 les moyens d’organiser une expédition de recherche en Mélanésie. Mais sa quête d’informations, tandis qu’il sillonne l’Océanie, s’avère très difficile. Il apprend enfin la découverte de Dillon et atteint Vanikoro début 1828, où il collecte à son tour des vestiges et des informations précieuses.
En janvier 1828, le commandant de la Bayonnaise, Legoarant de Tromelin, lors de son escale à Callao (Chili), reçoit l’ordre de rejoindre, dans l’archipel des Santa Cruz ou des Nouvelles-Hébrides (actuel Vanuatu), une île nommée Mallicollo. Sur sa route, il fait relâche aux Fidji où il prend connaissance d’une lettre de Dillon à Dumont d’Urville lui conseillant de s’arrêter d’abord à Tikopia. De là, il rejoint Vanikoro où il recueille quelques reliques du naufrage ainsi qu’une tradition orale. À savoir « qu’une nuit obscure par un très mauvais temps », un bateau se brisa sur le récif et sombra corps et biens, tandis que l’autre s’échoua dans un endroit où le récif est interrompu. « Les naufragés durent être attrapés par les naturels, car un de ceux-ci, contemporain de l’événement, nous a dit que l’on se battit avec les Blancs, que les Blancs tuèrent beaucoup de monde, qu’ils lançaient des boulets gros comme des cocos ; que les Blancs, au nombre d’une vingtaine, avec un chef parmi eux, se sauvèrent du bâtiment qui fut mis en pièces par les vagues ; que ces Blancs s’établirent au village d’Ignama, à environ quatre milles au nord de Païou, qu’ils y restèrent environ six lunes et y construisirent une grande pirogue avec laquelle ils s’en allèrent tous. 
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Ecusson arrière de l'Astrolabe ou de la Boussole, fragment du tableau arrière de l'une des frégates, bois sculpté, vers 1785, et retrouvé par Peter Dillon, le 30 septembre 1827 dans le village d'Ammah à Vanikoro.
En 1883, Pallu de La Barrière, gouverneur de la Nouvelle-Calédonie, envoie l’aviso Bruat à Vanikoro. Il a pour mission de recueillir les objets rescapés du naufrage. Le Bruat ne reste que quatre jours à Vanikoro. Le commandant craint pour la santé de son équipage et les insulaires se montrent hostiles en cette époque où sévissent les bateaux de recrutement forcé. Il en rapporte néanmoins ancres, canons, pierrier…
À l’initiative de Pierre Anthonioz, alors commissaire-résident de France aux Nouvelles-Hébrides, le 15 mars 1958, le yacht Don Quijote quitte Port-Vila en direction de Vanikoro. Les autorités françaises ont été prévenues par Reece Discombe, un Néo-Zélandais installé à Port-Vila, lui-même plongeur passionné. Ce dernier a obtenu des informations de la part des employés de la compagnie forestière implantée à Vanikoro. Il participe donc à cette campagne de fouilles. Les recherches s’engagent sur le site de la Fausse Passe. Les méthodes, parfois expéditives, permettent néanmoins de remonter divers objets, métalliques pour la plupart. Le 19 mars, les plongeurs mettent au jour quatre grandes ancres « posées tête-bêche » et en rapportent une au Vanuatu (ex Nouvelles-Hébrides).
Ces découvertes ravivent la mémoire de la Marine. Le capitaine de vaisseau de Brossard, alors commandant de la Marine en Nouvelle-Calédonie, sollicite sa hiérarchie afin que soit envoyé officiellement un bateau français pour continuer de fouiller le site de l’Astrolabe et chercher celui de la Boussole. De Brossard recommande aussi d’envoyer sur place Haroun Tazieff, dont il apprécie les qualités. Le 17 juin 1959, le Tiaré et la Rocinante appareillent de nouveau en direction de l’île. Plus de six tonnes d’objets seront remontées à la surface. Dont des ancres, des canons, des saumons de plomb.
En 1964, averti par Reece Discombe de la découverte de reliques dans une faille du récif-barrière, le ministre des Armées demande qu’une expédition soit organisée sous la houlette du commissaire-résident aux Nouvelles-Hébrides, Maurice Delauney. L’Aquitaine atteint Vanikoro le 6 février. Sur le nouveau site, surnommé la Faille, les Français trouvent des objets qui permettent à Delauney d’ébaucher un scénario crédible du naufrage. Ce site semble bien être celui de la Boussole, mais le doute subsistera encore pendant quelques années. Cette petite mission, qui prend fin le 9 mars 1964, rapporte des éléments nouveaux et essentiels qui encouragent la Marine nationale à lancer d’autres expéditions.
Sous la direction du chef de mission – le capitaine de vaisseau de Brossard –, la Dunkerquoise mouille devant Païou au matin du 20 mars. Les marins remontent une cloche de bord, une poulie et deux pierriers en bronze, ainsi qu’un limbe de quart de cercle. La Dunkerquoise retourne à Vanikoro le 26 novembre pour une mission qui durera un mois. La moisson sera proportionnelle aux importants moyens humains et matériels déployés.
Cependant, à cause des bouleversements géopolitiques que traverse le Pacifique en cette fin de 20e siècle, la continuation des fouilles et la perpétuation du devoir de mémoire seront de nouveau assurées par une association de bénévoles (Association Salomon) jusqu’au retour de la Marine sur le terrain, en 1999, 2003, 2005 et 2008.
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pocketvenuslux · 2 years
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Star power
Seeing a lot of stars in lingerie designs lately. Star prints and embroideries have always been around but right now, they’re being used to make angular, graphic edges to pieces. The first time I saw this was very subtle, with Agent Provocateur’s Kaylie set back in SS18 which is available now in a black colourway. Now, the edges are more pronounced, making for an interesting look.
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Agent Provocateur’s Kaylie line
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Playful Promises’ Pride Star Collection
(I looked for this on the Playful Promises site but couldn’t find it. It may not be released there yet? For now, here’s a link to Gigi’s.)
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Kilo Brava’s Celestial Collection
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Savage Fenty’s Shining Star Collection
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Coco de Mer’s Muse Collection
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It seems these ultra-fast-fashion brands have picked up on the trend as I saw this recently listed. I haven’t linked to the site and I’m not naming it for obvious reasons.
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transp-any · 4 years
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Sienna Bodysuit - Muse by Coco de Mer Collection, Fall/Winter 2020-2021
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grasscrown · 3 years
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alert for the small-band big-boob contingent
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mishatanner · 4 years
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I just added this listing on Poshmark: NWOT-Doco de Mer Bra and underwear set.
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martysimone · 1 year
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Coco de Mer | Ella • in sky blue satin + lace + self-tie bows | Muse by Coco de Mer
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martysimone · 1 year
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Coco de Mer | Sadie • in polka dot tulle + satin + ruffle trim | Muse by Coco de Mer collection
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Coco de Mer | Isabella • satin + lace ouvert halterneck bra + knickers | Muse by Coco de Mer Fall Winter 2022-23  
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Coco de Mer | Stella • in plum embroidered tulle + satin | Muse by Coco de Mer Fall Winter 2022-23
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Coco de Mer | Georgia • Wrap Soft Cup Bra + High Waisted Thong | Muse by Coco de Mer Collection Fall Winter 2022-23
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Coco de Mer | Isabella • ouvert halterneck bra | Muse by Coco de Mer Fall Winter 2022-23  
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Coco de Mer | Lily playsuit in satin + lace | Muse by Coco de Mer Collection Spring Summer 2020
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Coco de Mer | Rosa high neck halter bra set | Muse by Coco de Mer Collection Spring Summer 2020 | ph Vicky Lawton
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Coco de Mer | Scarlett playsuit | Muse by Coco de Mer Collection Spring Summer 2020
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