A Rare Spanish Colonial Silver-Gilt Two-Handled Cup from the Atocha Shipwreck
Bogotá, Colombia, circa 1620
Nuestra Señora de Atocha was a Spanish treasure galleon and the most widely known vessel of a fleet of ships that sank in a hurricane off the Florida Keys in 1622. At the time of her sinking, Nuestra Señora de Atocha was heavily laden with copper, silver, gold, tobacco, gems, and indigo from Spanish ports at Cartagena and Porto Bello in New Granada (present-day Colombia and Panama, respectively) and Havana, bound for Spain. The Nuestra Señora de Atocha was named for the Basilica of Nuestra Señora de Atocha in Madrid, Spain. It was a heavily armed Spanish galleon that served as the almirante (rear guard) for the Spanish fleet. It would trail behind the other ships in the flota to prevent an attack from the rear.
Much of the wreck of Nuestra Señora de Atocha was famously recovered by an American commercial treasure hunting expedition in 1985. Following a lengthy court battle against the State of Florida, the finders were ultimately awarded sole ownership of the rights to the treasure.
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Ogilvy Springer Spaniel | Douglas Cuddle Toys, 2018, Discontinued
Thrifted this a few months ago because she looks exactly like my childhood dog, a liver and white English Springer Spaniel. I love the details of the fur, it is similar to the way Springer Spaniels are groomed. Even has a docked tail!
This was really dirty when I got it. I had to wash the whole thing and use stain remover. Cleaned up nicely though, and the long fur brushed out without issue.
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Hello there ^^, maybe the 23 from your sfw prompt from reader to Crosshair? I'm a sucker for gift giving myself so pls let the grumpy sniper get spoiled a bit. Have a lovely day <3
Hello there,
I decided to play with an idea with this one. I hope you enjoy.
23. “I saw this and I thought you’d like it”
@clonexreaderbingo Third square down I believe. Let's keep it going.
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A sigh passed the young woman’s lips as the sun began to disappear beneath the waves. The waves rocked her quaint vessel as if it were a mother soothing her child. Her meal as well as a plate of identical food remained untouched as she kept her gaze to the depths. Every ripple of its surface a reminder of the mounting minutes that her company kept her waiting.
It was a splash along the port side that alerted her to his presence. A deliberated movement since he often sliced through the surf with ease. She stepped up to the side, her forearms perched on the edge as she leaned over to greet her guest.
“You're late again.”
He met her gaze with a scowl, however most of its usual bite appeared to be missing.
“Not by choice.”
She shook her head, “Well, dinner's a bit cold, but I tried something different.”
He slipped back under the waves. Her gaze lingered on the water as the shorter dorsal fin on his tail briefly broke the surface. Just the sight of that appendage could send sailors and surfers alike scrambling towards dry land.
She straightened her posture before she headed to the stern. The two plates plucked up from was passed as a dinner table to be placed on the deck. He made his perch along the swim deck's collapsible ladder. His gaze followed her as she folded her legs under her. She scooped up a portion of her meal before it was lifted to her lips.
Her guest mirrored her movements, however he waited until she swallowed.
“I didn't do anything crazy to it. Promise.”
He regarded her for a moment before he tried the dish. Flavor met his taste buds which gave an odd tingling sensation. It was his puzzled expression that caught her attention.
“Nuna masala.” She Pressed on, “You seemed to like the peppers I brought the other day, so thought we'd try spiceful foods.”
Another spoonful lifted to his lips was his answer.
The pair continued their meal. A comforting silence enveloped them with the clinks of utensils on plates paired with the slapping of waves against the hull. She watched him as she moved the remnants on her plate.
“I got you something.”
He looked up from his half eaten meal, but did not speak. She moved her plate away and made her approach to the edge of the swim deck, an object clenched in her fist and she opened it.
“I never thanked you properly for fetching my bracelet when we met. It was the first one I made so...it's kinda special.”
In her open palm, rested a length of braided cord meticulously woven into a bracelet. A bracelet of a similar weave pattern was affixed to her wrist. A few delicate shells were nestled in between some of the more complex knots. The woven cord stood out prominently with its strands dyed a deep plum shade to further bring a attention to the tiny alabaster shells.
A gentle smile curled her lips, “I saw the colors and it just...made me think of you.”
He gingerly plucked up the mass of woven cord. The object turned over in his slender fingers, fingertips brushed the smooth surface of the shells. She was rewarded with a hushed chuckle.
“Look. If you think it's stupid, I'll take it back.” She pouted through pursed lips.
She reached out only for him to back away to hold it just out of reach.
“Thought it was a gift, doll.”
His cocky smirk caused her pout to soften.
“Well, don't lose it. It took forever to dye those strands.”
The vessel shifted as he surged forward. His hand planted against the swim deck. His svelte form being supported by his arm strength and what would have been his hip resting on the deck. The abrupt motion caused her to lose her footing; the edge swiftly approaching. She never met the swim deck or the surf just below, but instead met his chest. An arm snaked around her waist.
His sharp gaze pierced her. A thumb traced her bottom lip as more of the mesmerizing melody of his laugh met her ears.
“Weren't you supposed to be good on those legs of yours?”
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