#hms surprise

[ltwilliammowett]

HMS Surprise off Calcutta, by Geoff Hunt (1948-)

[gigamuffin]

prime girl!! (inspired by @chiropteracupola)

[canadianbakinblr]

Today is my husband's birthday. In his honor, my sister made a most wonderful cake. And I share it with you now, below the words that inspired it. Please enjoy.

"The weather had freshened almost to coldness, for the wind was coming more easterly, from the chilly currents between Tristan and the Cape; the sloth was amazed by the change; it shunned the deck and spent its time below. Jack was in his cabin, pricking the chart with less satisfaction than he could have wished: progress, slow, serious trouble with the mainmast-- unaccountable headwinds by night-- and sipping a glass of grog; Stephen was in the mizentop, teaching Bonden to write and scanning the sea for his first albatross. The sloth sneezed, and looking up, Jack caught its gaze fixed upon him; its inverted face had an expression of anxiety and concern. 'Try a piece of this, old cock,' he said, dipping his cake in the grog and proffering the sop. 'It might put a little heart into you.' The sloth sighed, closed its eyes, but gently absorbed the piece, and sighed again.

Some minutes later he felt a touch upon his knee: the sloth had silently climbed down and it was standing there, its beady eyes looking up into his face, bright with expectation. More cake, more grog: growing confidence and esteem. After this, as soon as the drum had beat the retreat, the sloth would meet him, hurrying toward the door on its uneven legs: it was given its own bowl, and it would grip it with its claws, lowering its round face into it and pursing its lips to drink (its tongue was too short to lap). Sometimes it went to sleep in this position, bowed over the emptiness.

'In this bucket,' said Stephen, walking into the cabin, 'in this small half-bucket, now, I have the population of Dublin, London, and Paris combined: these animalculae-- what is the matter with the sloth?' It was curled on Jack's knee, breathing heavily: its bowl and Jack's glass stood empty on the table. Stephen picked it up, peered into its affable bleary face, shook it, and hung it upon its rope. It seized hold with one fore and one hind foot, letting the others dangle limp, and went to sleep.

Stephen looked sharply round, saw the decanter, smelt to the sloth, and cried, 'Jack, you have debauched my sloth.' "

Patrick O'Brian, H.M.S. Surprise (Aubrey & Maturin #3)

[ola-na-tungee]

I don't even know I love them

[rested-shaved-coffeed]

I think one of the most charming aspects of the Aubrey-Maturin friendship is that Jack goes to find Stephen or sends someone to fetch him whenever there’s something nice or interesting to see on deck. He just wants to show his friend cool things (always providing that Dr. Maturin is at leisure, of course)!

[smashorpassgilf]

HMS Surprise? my personal favourite lady on the seven seas??

[lonesomedreamer]

‘How lucky I am: sometimes it terrifies me. Dearest Jack…’ Her inner eye filled with a brilliant image of Jack Aubrey, tall, straight, cheerful, overflowing with life and direct open affection, his yellow hair falling over his post-captain’s epaulette and his high-coloured weather-beaten face stretched in an intensely amused laugh: she could see the wicked scar that ran from the angle of his jaw right up into his scalp, every detail of his uniform, his Nile medal, and the heavy, curved sword the Patriotic Fund had given him for sinking the Bellone. His bright blue eyes almost vanished when he laughed – all you saw were shining slits, even bluer in the scarlet flush of mirth. Never was there anyone with whom she had had such fun – no one had ever laughed like that.

Patrick O’Brian, H.M.S. Surprise

[mystery-star]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 25 | Storm

Master and Commander - The Far Side of the World (2003)

[inhales-agressively]

hms surprise

stephen: *curses*

jack: where did you learn that

[thekenobee]

In stores now!

[ltwilliammowett]

HMS Surprise

[graveyardrabbit]

HMS Surprise

Maritime Museum of San Diego

[papercranesong]

“Have you come aboard, my plum?” cried Jack, looking up from the bosun’s accounts with a beaming face. 

[zombiequeenblog]

Jack Aubrey

Stephen Maturin

Thomas Pullings

Never have I wanted to fuck three men at once so fucking badly

on a ship

[ola-na-tungee]

Treason's Harbour

[mizeliza]

stephen: a navy captain, upset at the sight of blood? not my jack, m'alister

m'alister: your blood, sir

stephen: ah