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mugwot · 3 months
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ltwilliammowett · 8 months
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The Flying Dutchman, by William D. Higginson, 2020
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pelideswhore · 11 months
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after long consideration of the limited information available to us, i happily present to you
THE ODYSSEAN CATALOGUE OF THE SHIPS
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please behold my masterpiece
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mercutiotakethewheel · 7 months
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everytime i rewatch black sails, i find myself like vane more and more ngl. the first season really tries hard to trick you into thinking he’s just unnecessarily, banally, and uncompellingly an asshole (in the overwhelmingly compelling asshole show), whose one redeeming feature is that he’s kinda pathetic too. but geez s2 really nails home everytime that hes the best and the coolest and the most honest (maybe even most compassionate) of the mcs up until this point, barring anne of course. and on top of that i actually kind of think he has the best pre-s3 speeches. like obvs s4 flint is yknow s4 flint. and s3 max is so insane i actually cant handle it. but oh my god charles vane’s letter and his fuck your legitimacy eleanor speech and his hanging speech are so good. and fuck what i said earlier isnt even true. bc his s1 speech while hes looking in the eyes of the little boy he used to be is actually like the bestest. like fuck ok. charles vane is the best actually. #1 anarchist boy. 10/10 would want him in my commune. hed point blank refuse to help with the dishes tho so 😬.
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Medes islets in front of the coast of L’Estartit (Comarques Gironines, Catalonia).
According to the legend, the famous pirate Barbarossa (Khair ed-Din) died in this islets after being chased by the Pope’s float. When the Pope’s men captured him, they killed him and threw his body overboard. For this reason, Barbarossa’s body rests eternally under these waters and, depending on the angle that the sun’s rays hit the water, you can see a shine: Barbarossa’s saber 🗡️.
(In reality, Barbarossa died in Constantinoble and is buried there.)
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kafkasapartment · 8 months
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Neads Under Sail, 1940. Felix Varla. Oil on canvas.
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noknowshame · 1 year
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an epiphany: Silver does not, and cannot, have a backstory, simply because he is the archetypal pirate. and pirates do not have histories.
I do a lot of research on pirate history in my free time, and one thing that has always really struck me is just how little we have to go off of. We do have primary source records of their exploits - primarily reports from the crews of ships they attacked, and if they were unlucky enough, transcripts from their trials and executions , but as soon as you ask "well, who were they before they were pirates?", almost always, there is simply nothing to draw up, even for the most famous of figures. Calico Jack Rackham appears on the scene in 1718, already Charles Vane's quartermaster, with nothing to say of where he came from. Samuel Bellamy sailed from Cape Cod to raid the treasure-wreck of the Urca d'Lima, but his life in Massachusetts is marred in speculation. Blackbeard made landfall in Nassau soon after the War of Spanish Succession, but so many pirates used pseudonyms that we cannot even be sure that his real name was Edward Teach. All we can say is maybe, maybe, maybe.
so of course Silver, being the icon that we can trace nearly all of our modern conceptions of piracy to, would have no past. the real ones didn't either. As far as written history is concerned, the sea conjured them up. Even if their stories were not unremarkable, they were simply... without relevance.
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variousqueerthings · 4 months
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You like Doctor Who AND Black Sails???? Absolutely chef kiss, cannot believe we share a brain
yeah, I did for a hot second have a separate blog for Black Sails because I actually made this one to be specifically not fandom-related (3 years on and... well.....) so I'm slowly bringing my black sails posting over here instead, fuckit!
thing about Black Sails for me is that on the whole I find it such a perfectly constructed bit of storytelling, with critique that has already been formulated better by other people, that I never know quite what to say about it that hasn't been said, youknow?
it's the show that I've watched that has felt the most like reading a book, with every season leading into one another and the themes introduced in s1 wrapping up in s4, and every piece interacting with one another, and you have to trust that the questions and thematic concepts raised at the beginning have real weight and will go places, which in this day and age of TV is a big ask, because most of the time a TV show has to work one season at a time/doesn't plan that far ahead, lest it get cancelled and/or stretches into depressing perpetuity
(or it's Doctor Who of course, which is just its own monster/mythology at this point, moreso than perhaps any other show, I'd say including Star Trek perhaps...)
but yeah, Black Sails. that's a journey that really matters, you get to the end and you've been holding your breath since probably s2, and you're realising that this is something that TV can do -- I think other shows that have manage the closest (for me) have been miniseries like Chernobyl or Pride & Prejudice and the like, because they've had that clear knowledge that this is the episodes they have, this is where it starts and ends, these are the ways everything talks with one another (Chernobyl and Black Sails especially have in common that the ending makes one want to go back to the beginning, because it's a realisation of OH THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN SAYING FROM DAY ONE!), but I've not seen it as strongly or as well-constructed (or... finished for that matter) in anything that had multiple seasons like this
+ youknow. multiple polyamorous relationships in different structures, multiple ways of discussing connection and love none of which are more important than the other for being a specific kind, multiple deconstructions of masculinity in popular mythology (pirates), banging sea battles and sword fights, plot moments that take your breath away, political commentary that makes you punch the air, and bits that have you going "OH I READ THIS BIT IN TREASURE ISLAND!!!" (but also you don't need to have read treasure island to watch it... potentially OH YEAH THIS GUY WAS A CYBORG IN TREASURE PLANET 😂)
Black Sails is kind of special. Truly one of a kind
EDIT: ALSO WANTED TO SAY HELL YEAH HIGH FIVE FOR BLACK SAILS AND DOCTOR WHO!
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theunfairfolk · 2 years
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“My kingdom is ocean and sea. I spend my days amongst ships and coral, fighting the waves to pull up the treasures they have to offer. My skin is black as the horizon before a storm, I chart the stars and swim with sharks, I rule my subjects fearlessly through use of spear and net and sail.”
The Princess of the South from The Prince and The Stranger
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ltwilliammowett · 7 months
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The Flying Dutchman, by Charles Temple Dix  (–1873)
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bookwyrmpendragon · 22 days
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Hot tip: The best way to get me to not want to watch or read something is to do the thing where you go "Well, you know this classic story you love and means a lot to you? Well this is like that but BETTER!"
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woozapooza · 2 months
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I just saw a post that was like "can we stop doing Hades and Persephone retellings already" which like, fair, but I was looking through the notes because I'm stupid and there were SO many tags/comments like "actually let's just stop doing Greek myth retellings in general" (???) and, even weirder, a few people saying "stop doing retellings, period." Like not just of Greek myths, not just of myths in general, but of anything. Bro humans have been doing retellings for literally ever! You don't have to read them but they're not going to stop happening and that's actually awesome.
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Thinking abt Ghost StoriesTM in Gondor, and I imagine that on the coast (Pelargir, Dol Amroth, Anfalas etc.) there's a myth about the Alcarondas (Ar-Pharazon's ship) that roughly runs kind of congruent to the real-world myth of the flying dutchman.
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nerdexer · 4 months
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Here's something I spent too much time on for my worldbuilding project when I should have been writing! Introducting the Cleptavox, an old sailor's myth! ...or reality? Who can say?
I'll retype the text on the image if you don't want to read my terrible handwriting.
A minor race from the Days of Sail, the Cleptavox are humanoid sea monsters with the unique ability to steal the voices of sailors. They do not have voices of their own. When they steal the voice of another being, they are able to use their new voice for a year's time before it expires. Their victim loses their voice and becomes a Cleptavox. Cleptavox usually develop isolationist attitudes---except towards their victims, whom they may apprentice. It was believed that the Cleptavox were hunted to extinction in the 14th century, but mysterious cases of disappearing voices---and the occasional sailor---at sea continue to this day.
The eyes of Cleptavox make them stand out in a crowd. They glow a dull blue.
I started on this because one of my characters mentioned it offhand and I realized that I've never actually gone very far into sailor myth and legend in my world. The rest of the day flashed before my eyes and here I am, having wasted nearly all of it!! lets go
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Since @squigglywindy said please....Here you go. 
The sailor and the old man sat on the edge of the river bend. The group had decided to take the afternoon off and relax. How sparing was relaxing to some of them Wind was unsure. Warrior had asked if he wanted to join in the swordplay.  The sailor declined, preferring to spend his time with the old man quietly fishing. 
The responses surprised a few of the other hero's but they didn't dwell on it for too long. The youngest hero was grateful for that. It's not like he could tell them what was really going on. 
The spirit's, specters, ghosts whatever you wanted to call them. They were overwhelming him. They were just too loud. Wind had gotten pretty good at combating them. Ignoring them best he could, fiddling with hands, meditation, anything he could think of. He even talked louder to drown them out. Somehow that became one of his personality traits. He talks loud because he's an excitable teen. Not because he's trying to ignore several different spirits. Definitely not that! 
Wind sighed, traveling with eight other hero's was hard noise wise. Traveling with eight other hero's and all of their passed away loved ones was nearly impossible. Somehow he managed. 
All of his brothers technically had a specter, or had something following them. Four and Twilight were the weird ones. Theirs hid as the hero's shadows. Both only talking to the sailor once or twice but fairly nice for the most part. The other weird one was sky's. His was a blue lady with a face of stone. She looked like a fairy to Wind. He never really did get the chance to talk to her before becoming invisible to the sailor. Somehow ghosts could do that.  The rest were pretty standard. Hyrule has some fairy ghost following him for some reason. Legend has Marin and his Uncle. Wild has the fallen Champions, his father and his little sister. The Captain has a large variety of rowdy soldiers following him. Then there was time. He only had one. This ghost was a giant, with white hair and similar tattoos to time. 
He was wind's favorite on days like these. Because that spirit never uttered a word. He just guarded, always watching, always at the ready. The sailor was unsure what the ghost was looking for but he never asked. He knew he would never get an answer. Not that he really wanted to hold a conversation right now. 
Despite being a good distance away, Wind could still hear them. All of them…
‘Why are they so loud?’ The boy thought. ‘Their never this loud. What’s making them so loud? Did more join and I didn’t realize it?’ 
Wind let out a long sigh, pulling his hands over his face. Causing his companion to look down at the sprawled out hero. 
“Are you alright ferry boy.” Placing a hand on the boy's head and ruffling his hair. Wind leaned into the touch. Looking at the older man with soft tired eyes. 
The sailor chuckled, “that's the worst nickname yet.” He whispered. 
Time matched the boy's tone. “Hmmm I suppose so.”
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