Shanks and Makino (and a sleeping Rowan) in Amazon Lily, chapter 26 of @missmungoe 's showstopping Mnemosyne
Words can't describe how batshit insane this story has been making me for HALF A DECADE. I vividly remember hearing about this idea for the first time and to this day I am still in awe and shock and wonder at how you're pulling it off!!! Here's to you, friend, and a couple of my favourite moments!!
"A famed smuggler, Will Watch, kissed his Sue": an illustration from Ships, Sea Songs and Shanties collected by W.B. Whall, Master Mariner (Internet Archive).
According to Whall, "Will Watch" dates from "probably about 1820," and Captain Marryat quotes the lyrics in The King's Own at the start of chapter 13, identifying it as "sea song":
Through the haze of the night a bright flash now appearing,
“Oh, ho!” cried Will Watch, “the Philistines bear down;
Bear a hand, my tight lads, ere we think about sheering,
One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or drown.”
Sea Song.
“Now, Willy, what do you think of La Belle Susanne?” said McElvina, as they stood on the pier, about a stone’s throw from the vessel, which lay with her broadside towards them. Not that McElvina had any opinion of Willy’s judgment, but, from the affectionate feeling which every sailor imbibes for his own ship, he expected gratification even in the admiration of a child.
— Frederick Marryat, The King's Own
It is perhaps noteworthy that the smuggler McElvina (also spelled M'Elvina) is romantically linked with his own Sue, eventually marrying her.
Roll The Old Chariot Along / Drop Of Nelson's Blood
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(well a drop of nelson's blood / wouldn't do us any harm / well a drop of nelson's blood / wouldn't do us any harm / well a drop of nelson's blood / wouldn't do us any harm / and we'll all hang on behind)
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(we'll roll the old chariot along / we'll roll the old chariot along / we'll roll the old chariot along / and we'll all hang on behind)
Sailors saw themselves as extremely desirable love partners who thought they could get away with anything and keep a woman in every port.
The Sailor's Farewel, by Henry Hudson, 1785 (x)
Even though folk songs, shanties and sailor songs like to talk about loyalty and how much the sweetheart longs for her sailor. There were also other songs that sounded a bit different, even very mean, like this one.
I married a wife and her name was Grace; I oft times cursed her ugly face. (...) If i could get one foot on shore, some other pretty girl I'd marry once more. (The Press Gang, 19th century)
Or like this one:
Oh, when I was a little boy, my mother always told me that if i didn't kiss the girls, my lips would go all mouldy. Oh once i had a n...er girl, an' she was fat and lazy. And i had a spanish girl, she nearly drove me crazy. Oh, one i had a scolding wife, and she was far from civil. I clapped a plaster on her mouth and sent her to the divvle. (Haul away Joe, Shanty 19th century)
That's why the ladies were given the advice even then: Check carefully with whom you bind yourself and best keep away from a Sailor, because they are not faithful.
I need a crew for the frigate I just took from the royal navy. Anybody can join as long as you can hurl lead at government officials and memorize all the sea shanties I need you to sing with me.
Come be a person of Fortune and freedom. Plunder will always pay better than any countries economy
They ate in silence, a quiet peace settling over him, observing the plate and the cups of wine between them where they sat, half-dressed in the darkened palace kitchens, although while it was easily one of the best meals he’d ever had, it was hard to focus on anything but her, the way the candlelight danced in her eyes, and the perfect line of her collarbones, glimpsed through the dipping collar of her dressing gown where it had slipped open.
His throat felt suddenly parched, and putting his fork down, he was about to reach for his cup when Makino touched his wrist, stopping him.
Shanks didn’t move, his gaze fastened on the small hand, pale against the darker, rougher skin of his, before lifting, finding her dark eyes anchored in his, her soft mouth darkened by the wine.
A heartbeat passed; Shanks felt the pulse through his whole body, and before he knew what he was doing, he'd moved.
Shanks and Makino in a gentle conquering , chapter 3 of Tideswept by the incomparable @missmungoe
I saw This post by @sunshine-zenith and got really excited because I fairly enjoy changing song lyrics so they are about something else. But this time I actually had means to record the finished parody (wired headphones and a wardrobe I can fit in). I tried with Wellerman but just couldn't find the right words so I changed it to one of my favourite shanties, Randy Dandy-O and all went smoothly. here's how it turned out
It's a bit rushed because I only had one day to record. I've spent a few hours in my wardrobe so no one in the house hears me. I'm a bit shy with my voice and you can hear my range is quite short. But I hope you enjoy it anyway
“ow! hey, hey,” childe whines, smiling bashfully. “i’m a little sore still!”
“you almost died and were in your foul legacy form for how long?” zero grunts, wrapping the gauze firmly around childe’s forearm. “you’re lucky i didn’t chain you to bed so you can rest.”
“well.. i wouldn’t mind-“
childe laughs when zero gently punches his shoulder. “i’m kidding!”
“you better be. i was scared.”
“i made a promise to someone i wouldn’t die. i can’t tap out this early!”
it’s quiet, for a few minutes. “hey,” childe starts softly, looking over. “i wouldn’t die on you. someone has to catch me when it’s all over, right?”
zero, despite the fear and the anxiety of the situation, smiles at him. he pats the fresh bandages with a gentle hand as he whispers, “i’ll always catch you.”