#Crew members

[ltwilliammowett]

A unique set of 14 daguerreotypes of the officers of the Franklin expedition, 1845

This remarkable set of three-quarter length daguerreotype portraits was made, en plein air, by the Beard Studio aboard Her Majesty’s Ship, the Erebus, on 15-17 May 1845, just three days before Sir John Franklin sailed on his legendary scientific voyage to the Northwest Passage, never to return.

@clove-pinks

[anechomirrored]

Prompt: "No, we're not doing that"

Fandom: Lethal Company AU

Rating: T

Warning: swearing, talk that implies impending death and murder.

You performed a scan on the junk infront of you. An estimated 537 credits. You needed 487 more.

Your broken helmet was the first thing to join the pile, the potted fern from Vow that was residing in it went as well.

20 credits.

467 more.

The decision to add V's latest project to the pile felt wrong. Especially with him sitting slumped against the wall to the left of the transporter.

You had discussed trying to sell the transporter, but Seven had quickly waved you and CB off. The damn things were delicate at best and if someone other than V went poking around inside it they'd be lucky if the core didn't blow the the entire ship up.

"mm, you know just what to say to make a gal feel safe, don't cha?" CB's smile was closer to a grimace.

Seven didn't answer, instead going to their personal locker and pulling out any odd and ends they had been keeping.

You and CB followed suit.

The posters on the walls were peeled back next. Some of them when scanned were worthless but with time ticking down and V still unconcious on the floor you weren't about to admit that to yourself and niether was anyone else.

"Sometimes the scans are wrong." Insisted CB, returning to rummage through her wall locker, "We could still get a few credits." She threw two pencils, a paperclip chain and her hairdryer on the pile.

"We are still two hundred and some short, Bea." Your eyes kept gravitating back to V's motionless form. Why didn't you head back sooner?

He didn't have to be down there, you all had more than enough before-

The familiar clink of CB's wind chime gave her pause, you watched her lift it out of the locker, staring at the many shapes. It was a collection of circuit bee combs. Sections of several nests pilfered from countless swarms of the horrifying little death bugs she was so damn fond of.

"I could always find more..." She told herself quietly.

It went on the pile.

130 credits.

You looked up to see Seven hovering by the controls. They had a chisle in their hand, something they'd found a few months back that was't worth cashing in. They made to raise it and then lowered it again. Their shoulder rigid.

You carefully approached them, seeing now that their other hand rested on the magic seven ball affixed to the ship's launch lever.

"You don't have to, Seven. We still have-"

"Even with this we won't have enough, Ducky." Seven's voice was low, eneven. It wasn't the way they should sound at all.

"Maybe they will let us make it up next run? Carry the difference-"

"They don't operate like that. Even five credits under will cost us our termination...I've seen it." Their voice was distant, regretful.

They gripped the chisle tight and jammed it under the decoration before prying it up.

"Would you use a shovel, X?" They asked and the use of your hired name felt final.

"What?" You stammered.

"If it was down to ten or so credits, would you-" they were cut off by the slam of CB's locker.

" Shut up! How could you ask Duck-"

"We aren't all getting out of the Bea!"

"No, we're not doing that! It's bullshit! We can find enough..." CB looked around wildly, eyes flashing, "What about the keys?"

"Already counted." Seven answered, tone flat.

"Well count them again, Captain!" CB spat the name with enough venom that Seven flinched,"or is the shovel strategy the real reason you outlived all your old crews?"

You Ran out of the ship after that, feet pounding the platform, the muted sound of Gordion's constant storms all around you. When your lungs burned you pushed further, until your hiccuping breaths made you lightheaded. At somepoint you slowed, chest heaving. Your head was a muddled mess of what ifs and problems too big to be solved.

When you next looked up from your boots you were standing infront of The Company Monster's counter. Someone, probably CB, had already started loading your slap dash attempt at meeting quota onto the counter.

The shutters were closed.

Carefully you pulled your name sake out of your pocket. The rubber duck made a short quack and you eyed the shutters.

Still nothing.

You squeezed it once and then a second and third time before the door popped open. The hair on the back of your neck prickled as you reached a hand up to hit you helmet's release.

The air here tasted just as you remembered it to. You shivered as the chill of the storm began setting in. Your hair dampening in seconds.

"Hey, It's ...It's Ducky..." You greeted, staring into that fathomless dark once more, "We uh, we didn't meet quota. We tried, we had it on the ship!" You had raised your voice but stopped short as the dark shimmered a warning humming in the space between it and the counter, "We...we lost it though." You finished softly.

"Ducky?" CB's voice was almost lost in the wind, you resisted the urge to look back at her.

"They are afraid and fighting. They...they don't deserve to die for this. CB, Seven and V...they saved my life so many times so," you took a step forward and then another, "if you could..."

"No! Stop!" CB shrieked, "Seven, let go!" Her voiced echoed off the walls and a distant roar answered somewhere beneath the oceans themselves.

You took another step. This was okay, if The Company's monster had truly spared you on purpose before then maybe it'd count you as a proper trade. Holding out the duck, you took one last breath and let it squeak.

The doorway erupted with writhing tentacles. All at once, the euclidian beast struck the ground on either side of you, causing you to jump in place, every instinct screaming at you to run. A third wrapped around the loot on the counter and violently dragged it into it's waiting void. Then a fourth shot straight towards you.

Silence.

It wasn't until your lungs protested that you opened your eyes and let out that last breath. The fourth was hovering in front of you, end dipped downwards, giving it an almost thoughtful look. The duck shook in your unsteady hands. From behind you there was nothing but the crash of waves and the low sound of the wind moving between the shipping containers and over the top of the ship.

The duck squeaked, bobbing gently as the eldritch appendage lowered to pat its head. In the same sharp intake of breath that alien arm then moved to repeat the action atop your own head.

Once, twice and then it retreated, the shutter snapping closed.

You fell to your knees as the distorted voice came over the speakers.

"We value your commitment"

You were distantly aware of the computer on the ship making that blessed ding, gloved hands grabbed your shoulders easing you the rest of the way to the ground and then you promptly passed out.

[dronescapesvideos]

Crew members of the U.S.S. Hornet sunbathing during recovery operations for Astronauts in 1969.

[ebonysolcum]

My most chaotic spreadsheet yet.

This one still needs heavy editing. I need to double check what episodes most of the people are introduced in. Also, I can't guarantee I haven't missed anyone because after I finished the list, I started watching the show again and caught at least 8 more.

Once I've got the episodes in, I can duplicate it and organise them by episode, name, and/or rank.

Anyway, if you catch any mistakes, I'd love to know.

[flareythecat]

paint page i did yesterday of some of the cetaceans which are part of eddie’s crew (this sub story takes place before eddie is beached at tawlypool and meets irvine, guy carrie, sadie etc.) I’m

the narwhal is called Cook. (ok.. he’s a very stylised narwhal, he looks more like a seal with a cone on his head than anything. but i promise you guys, he’s a narwhal..)

he’s a nasty fucker. more about him soon. for now, i’ll say he’s the ship’s head chef.

the white dolphin with pink eye and freckles is called Willis Jones. He’s friendly to eddie, and kinda stupid. aka just gullible and impressionable. he ends up doing a lot of the higher up’s dirty work along with eddie, so they spend a lot of time together. he gets pushed around by the rest of the crew but doesn’t really care. he actually thinks he’s lucky to be the “chosen one” for these tasks but really he’s just been told that to get him to shutup and comply. although he’s friendly to eddie and has no personal gripe with him, he’s easily pressured into doing something that’ll explicitly harm eddie, and he knows. he’ll be manically apolagetic about it but will continue to act against eddie if told to by higher-ups. hes just painfully clueless....

and the angry blue guy in the yellow shirt who’s also ripped as fuck is called beef1. there’s a beef2 and a beef3 too. they’re just meatheads and make up the muscle of the crew, along with others that look similar to the 3 beefs, but the beefs are the recurring ones who get to be in the spotlight.

[my-fortnite-blog]

The new style looks amazing I love it !! And thanks again epic!!

[thestuffedalligator]

My brother-in-law has a Thing where he gives me increasingly rare copies of The Bee Movie and it’s long since gone from “Goofy running gag” to “I don’t know how much money he’s willing to commit to this bit and it Scares Me.”

Where the fuck can we go from here

[rightnewshindi]

दक्षिण कोरिया का रसायन टैंकर जापान के जल क्षेत्र में पलटा, कई लोग लापता; चालक दल के सदस्य बचाए

दक्षिण कोरिया का रसायन टैंकर जापान के जल क्षेत्र में पलटा, कई लोग लापता; चालक दल के सदस्य बचाए

South Korea and Japan: दक्षिण कोरिया का एक केमिकल टैंकर जापान के जलक्षेत्र में पलट गया है। इस हादसे में कई लोग लापता बताए जा रहे हैं। यह घटना बुधवार तड़के की है। इस हादसे में जो लोग लापता हुए हैं, उनकी सरगर्मी से तलाश की जा रही है। जानकारी के अनुसार उक्षिण कोरिया का रसायन टैंकर जापान के जलक्षेत्र में गया है। इस हादसे में 7 लोग लापता बताए जा रहे हैं। दक्षिण पश्चिमी जापान के एक द्वीप के जल क्षेत्र…

[rythyme]

dev patel really said "i support trans ppls rights....... trans ppls rights to kill bigots with guns and metal pipes and chairs and cool knives'' anyway watch monkey man

[skannar]

Discovery Mars : Minute Fiction

The Minute Fiction is a series of small immersive fiction stories created to give readers a quick daily mental break. How many minutes are in a month? Borrow one for yourself and have an adventure. Discovery Mars As you stand in the Mars science lab, the anticipation is palpable, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through your veins. The moment has finally arrived – the culmination of…

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[anechomirrored]

Prompt: "did you hear that?"

Fandom: Lethal Company

Rating: T

Warning : chased by monsters

Ducky made their way down the uncomfortably dark hallway.

Every minute sound echoed tenfold in this place. They kept each foot fall light but the old floorboards of the abandoned manor still protested with every shift in weight.

"After the next two rooms V? Ducky asked.

V-type let out a chuckle. His sillouette barely discernable with the flashlights off.

"Getting jumpy, Duck?" He teased.

Reaching the next door he swung it open to reveal another small room lined with bookshelves.

"This place really is a museum isn't it?" Ducky flicked on their light, panning it up the ancient spines of the long forgotten books.

There was a time in history that these would have been priceless.

"Yeah," chuffed V-Type, "if museums were historically filled with monsters." He crouched, patting the floor carefully.

Ducky reached out and slid a book with a well used blue dustjacket off the shelf.

"Betcha Seven would like these." They hummed.

"Shh, did you hear that?"

Ducky turned to see V-Type shoot up from the floor, a glittering ring pinched between two fingers. His visor glinted in Ducky's flashlight beam as he turned to face them. What Ducky could see of his face paled.

"V?" They asked, voice unsteady.

V-Type's gaze was focus on a point just beyond Ducky's shoulder and the all at once he looked away with a curse.

"Bracken!" He barked backing away.

It took everything for Ducky not to bolt. Their eyes going wide as they absently clutched the book to their chest. The beam of their flashlight shaking.

"Shit, it's okay...I think I startled it." V-Type said, forcing smile.

The angry rattle of dry leaves and a droning hum melted that look from his face immediately.

"Run, Duck!"

They didn't need to be told again. Ducky's feet pounded down the hall, their footsteps doubled by the steel-toe booted steps of V-Type. It was when they picked up on the third, much lighter set of footsteps that their blood froze.

They ran faster.

Bursting through the large oak doors and into the strange daylight of another alien dwarf star, Ducky let out a cry of relief.

A gloved hand covered their mouth and stifled any noise that was about to follow.

"Quiet, Ducky. We aren't out of the woods yet." V-Type whispered as the distant roar of an eyeless dog reverbrated through the winter trees.

Slowly, V-Type uncovered their mouth. Ducky took a steadying breath and whispered,

"Seven better like this damn book." It was all V-type could do not to laugh.

He blamed the adrenaline.

[marvelousmovies]

The Pueblo Incident (1968) 82 Crew Members Held Captive

[mayhasopinions]

i will never shut up about how one of the most brilliant and beautiful lines in all of fiction is 'you are a monster. a plauge. you defile beautiful things.' and how the entirety of OFMD is a response and rebuttle to that. queer people do not defile beautiful things. we only want them, and we deserve them. we are beautiful things. we can wear fine things well.

[madmachaca]

I've always liked this Sanji moment. He is so cute here (yes, he is simping, as he does, but still, super cute).

I love that he arrived to Skypea, saw flowers and he thought of getting one for Robin and one for Nami, and my ABSOLUTELY FAVORITE THING is that he is not trying to act suave and cool, he is just like "I brought you a flower" puts it on Robin's hair and continues his mission.

(Her surprised face at the sudden act of affection gets me too. She looks so confused. She is so not used to it. *)

I watched this moment again after hundreds and hundreds of episodes. And you know what Sanji reminds me of?

Himself

His love language had always been acts of service, isn't it?

And giving a flower he thinks they may like counts too, right?