#caribbean creativity

[designeronanisland]

[sharonzgallery]

So Pirates of the Caribbean came out in ye olde 2003 and I only just finished it for the first time today. Over the three day span of work and delight it took me to watch Curse of the Black Pearl, I had a wicked thought.

What if Jack Sparrow was a playable character in Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag?

If I wants I draws.

[jazz-fics]

I’ve been watching Pirates of the Caribbean lately and I just neeeeed to write a Jack Sparrow fic at some point.

[iseetheworldinmetaphor]

16mm Stills. Jamaica. January 2023.

[havatabanca]

Indig

[nothoughtsjustmhaandotherthings]

Coming up with ship names for OC x Canon pairings is harder than I thought

[wannawrite999]

[wr1t3w1tm3]

This Book has no Title

Okay. So, I had to rewrite basically the last 2/3rds of this due to word being a be-ache but I think I like it more. I'm just going for old-timey enough dialogue (time period is like late 17-augths into the early 1720's), and a full of it female protagonist who is on the forefront of the day's scientific community. This is so gonna get rewritten which is why I'm sharing this online without much fear of AI scraping so...

Without further adue...

I hope you enjoy.

“Have you, Charlotte Rafferty, anything to declare?”

              Had she anything to declare? Of course! The dark, dank cell, chilled despite the blazing Caribbean heat?! The stench which permeated every crack and cranny of the place!?! It is madness!! She could declare how all of it was hell. Yet, this man, a minister of some faith, head of some local church, would take only one answer. An answer she is unwilling to give.

              “Nothing of import,” she retorts.

              The minister scowls and steps forward. His gray-white hair, curled at the shoulder, bounces against his shoulders. “Woman, do you not fear for your eternal life?”

              She smiles and crosses her arms, stepping up to the bars. She is disheveled, her teal dress dulled by dirt and her skin darkened by the same stuff. “Why should I fear something I do not believe in?”

              The cleric stops. For a second, he is silent. Then suddenly, he is upon her, grabbing the bars just as she had. He is seething, his hair shaking “Woman, if you do not believe in it, why do you bring yourself to mock it?”

              “For its silliness of course!” she sets her hand upon her hips. “This god you claim to know so much about is only known by things your mythos claims are his effects. Yet this god is not at all observable by any empirical means…”

              “And this proves what!?!” the reverend snaps. The bars rattle under his grasp, “Does not some invisible force hold us all upon this earth? Is this not observable only by its effects? Does that make this force any less real?!”

              “You forget that gravity has been proven through the scientific method! The effects of this god are chronicled in a book of inconsistent morals and tone that cannot…!!!”

              “Woman, listen to me!” The reverend screeches.

              For a moment, all is silent. Then, with a sudden calm, the reverend whispers “For your own good, would you not risk believing in something that would win you eternal paradise, then remain steadfast in your pride and risk being thrown into the fires of eternal torment?”

              Charolette cocks her head, slightly to the left, and rests her right thumb and index finger against her chin. Her lips purse, then flatten. Finally, she steps forward and grabs the bars. The reverend lets go, suddenly very interested in his death white knuckles.

              “The man who concocted your foolish wager was equally such. A theologian faffing about in philosopher’s robes.” The reverends face hardens as she continues, “There is nothing after this, sir. And in the condition I’m in, I think I’ll be quiet pleased to fall into that nothingness.”

              For a moment, it appears that there are tears in his eyes. For a moment, his lip trembles. For a moment, he stands perfectly still, except the glint along the corner of his eye.

              Then the moment is over, and the reverend straightens his coat. “Well then, make your peace.” He takes a step, pauses, and turns back to the cell “I will be at the gallows tomorrow should your persuasions change.”

              “I doubt it.” She calls after him. The reverend rounds the corner and the hollow sounding of his shoes against the cold, stone floor fade into silence. One of the other inmates’ chuckles at the predicament, but it is otherwise quiet. Charlotte see’s herself over to the corner, where she has created what some may call a nest in the infested hay, and lowers herself into it.

[mymusicbias]

[regicidal-defenestration]

Saw a joke making use of a common but ultimately more or less harmless misconception and I'm being so brave about it

[peterrsthomas]

On Stranger Tides

One of the biggest influences on my writing has been On Stranger Tides by Tim Powers. The book is a historical fantasy novel that includes real historical figures, and involves the search for the Fountain of Youth. It is rich with magic, drawing on the ‘voodoo’ of Creole Caribbean culture. For me, one of my favourite parts of the novel is the unusual protagonist—John Chandagnac is a puppeteer, an occupation that is drawn on in a creative and entertaining way towards the end of the novel.

The book draws on classical elements of pirate lore, such as zombies, sea battles, sword fights, and, of course, voodoo, and interweaves these in an entertaining and original narrative. The voodoo is, as far as I understand it, researched well and in keeping with traditional conceptions of the spirits (e.g., the Loa). 

It has, of course, had an immense impact on popular culture, famously the Monkey Island video game and The Pirates of the Caribbean franchise (though the less said about that film, the better). The mixture of magic and history has directly influenced my own creative writing, and it’s something I’ve explicitly drawn upon or paid homage to in my work. Fans of pirate adventures could do worse than find themselves On Stranger Tides.

[liverpoollomo]

The Reckoning. Lomo 135BC. Expired Truprint 200.

The Reckoning is a piece of public art by Rudy Loewe which depicts a Moko Jumbie (or stilt walker) and other carnival performers coming to the aid of the citizens of Trinidad and Tobago during a "Black Power Revolution." The work addresses the city's role in the Transatlantic Slave Trade.

It stands on the McKeown Rice Exhibition Space on the corner of Jamaica Street and Jordan Street.

[orangeboulevard]

30 FANFIC ONESHOTS

I'm gonna attempt a 30 day writing challenge! If anybody has ideas for certain days, feel free to leave a suggestion in the comments or in asks.

Master List:

One: The Lies You Told (TWD, Reader x Rick Grimes)

Two: Talking Back (Marvel, Male!OC x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Three: Deny The Truth (The Pirates Of The Caribbean, Fem!OC)

Four: Questions (Harry Potter)

Five: Stretch The Truth (Star Trek Voyager, Reader)

Six: Falling Down (Stargate)

Seven: Climb (Marvel, Venom!Reader x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Eight: Out Of This Hole (The Matrix, Reader x Neo)

Nine: Find A Way (

Ten: Almost (

Eleven: Last Thought Of Winter (

Twelve: What Good Is Sorry? (

Thirteen: Don't Move (TWD, Reader x Daryl Dixon)

Fourteen: Fractured Promises (

Fifteen: Make A Choice (

Sixteen: Waist Deep (

Seventeen: Hollow (

Eighteen: Salt In The Wound (

Nineteen: Second Wind (

Twenty: Jumbled Up In You (

Twenty-One: Summer Birds (

Twenty-Two: River Rock (

Twenty-Three: Life In A Dream (

Twenty-Four: Message To The Moon (

Twenty-Five: Tell Me Why (

Twenty-Six: Pretty Chains (

Twenty-Seven: Admit It To Yourself (

Twenty-Eight: Where Shall We Go? (Marvel, Reader x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Twenty-Nine: The Sun Set Behind The Clouds (

Thirty: Time To Say Goodbye (

[iseetheworldinmetaphor]

Tajōn. Lucea, Jamaica. 2023.

[havatabanca]

[nothoughtsjustmhaandotherthings]

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