#i love sea shanties

[angelcake10023]

Pigsy Ref Sheet for the Expedition AU

The moment we’ve all been waiting for!! XDXD This is Pigsy in his 20s during the beginning events of the story. He’s currently still a teacher, but he’s almost earned enough to fund his restaurant.

I’m going to guess that I’ll do Bai He next but don’t hold me to that lmao

[sock-ness-monster]

I love you folk music I love you celtic tunes I love you sea shanties I love you trail songs I love you bluegrass I love you ballads I love you madrigals I love you roundelays I love you Irish jigs I love you jug music I love you sertanejo I love you cowpunk I love you ragtime I love you yodeling

[spineless-lobster]

Behold! My first lyre performance! The first half of drunken sailor!!!

[missmungoe]

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I am speechless

[rats-and-lettuce]

Oh boy I can’t wait.

guys guys GUYS who wants to hear an analysis of one of my favorite sea shanties

[wordy-little-witch]

I absolutely adore your thoughts on Buggy and Sea Shanties. So I'd like to share an inspiration and a thought, Tale of the Shadow by Sail North.

What if that's the treasure Buggy seaked when he was younger and just as the lyrics he found it but the crew he put together was not loyal like his cannon lot so they where killed but the Shadow took a liking to Buggy after he survived. I'm imagining him flirting with the ship helped in that regard. Buggy captain of the Shadow.

Okay but that would he SUCH a good take. ((I love Sail North honestly you are fueling my obsession yesss)).

Consider maybe instead of Buggy actively SEARCHING for it, he stumbled across it. And the Shadow being less of a Prize To Be Sought and more of a grim omen, a harbinger of sea stories, among the many Buggy knows by heart.

His first crew, the ones cobbled together so soon after his first abandoned him - I'm honestly thinking they were sort of thrown together and Buggy took charge as he tends to do. And the rest fall in line at a surface level but only insofar as completing their goals. Buggy knows, he can see it, but really the only people he's ever had in his life who took him and his wants semi-seriously are dead or dead-to-him at that point. He doesn't care. It's a means to an end, he tells himself. He's using them as much as they're using him - no, he's using them more! In the flashiest of ways!!

And then they happen across a fog. And Buggy can Feel something out there that's Looking and Searching and Calling. He is absolutely not about that, no sir. He gives the orders to sail westward, navigating by the stars and not the log pose which is wobbling steadily to that Other Presence. The crew, if they can even be called that, are not happy with the order.

Buggy by this point is young still, maybe sixteen thereabouts at most, and he is the youngest on the ship. And the smallest. And seems the weakest.

He is not, the group learns terrifyingly quickly. He is thin, fast, skilled with a blade and smarter than he pretends to be. He's got experience under his belt and on his side against opponents bigger, stronger, better than him - and he's used to being outnumbered too.

The fight takes time and Buggy soon gets hit with a lucky shot, sending him sprawling to the deck and nearly crushed beneath ratty boots and cruel laughter. He is panting against the wood, straining to get up, to move, to fight or flee-

And he freezes.

The Presence is back and it's stronger than ever, right on top of them. It's only his resistance to Conquerors Haki which keeps him from so much as fluttering an eyelid under the sudden pressure choking the men and women alike on his ship.

Not many have the nerve to approach my hull with so little awareness.

Buggy goes still at the soft voice while the other's scatter, scramble, search for the interloper. They shout demands for the person to show themselves. Buggy merely pushes himself up enough to bow properly. That is no person, he knows, not in the way these bozos think.

There's a sudden whirl of air, rigging springing into motion, ropes and sails unwinding to snatch bodies and cut voices into choked gargling frenzies.

Buggy does not move. His head aches, his body sore, but his mind is racing over contingency after contingency. He needs to think, needs to figure out a way to survive this unholy clusterfuck of a situation-

He freezes as he catches a black intangible hem from his periphery.

A hand touches his head, soft despite the carnage swaying above by their will.

So small you are, little star, and yet so brightly you shine in the gloom...

A hand takes his chin, tilts his head up. Buggy squeezes his eyes shut.

Look upon me, star child.

"N-No," he declares decisively, though not impolitely. "It is disrespectful for mortals to meet the gaze of Spirits."

Ohhh, how bright you are, little star. What say the waves to my hull, what say the winds to my sails, that by which you are known?

He thinks for a moment, carefully, then answers. "I am called Buggy."

Oh, my sweet, my darling, how interesting you are, how clever, how wise for your sweet short years. By what means have the Fates forged a mind and soul like this? Such a gift to my heart, so intriguing.

"... what..." He licks his lips. "What say the sea, the winds, to that which you are called?"

... I am called many things, my junebug. But now? This Era knows me as The Shadow... but you knew that, didn't you?

"..."

Hm~ Yes. You will do nicely.

"What- aAA-!!"

Shhh, sleep, my sweet, let my love fill your pores and lungs. Dream sweetly under my spells and carry the blackened blessing of my Self with you into the Beginning and End. You, sweet Buggy, are destined for great things. I will carry you there, so long as you carry me in turn...

Buggy screamed into the wooden planks as blackness swallowed his senses, burning and baptizing his cells. The only thing he was aware of was the soft hand in his hair, the whispered assurances like dripping ink, and the pain.

Buggy was swallowed whole on a ship in the fog, cradled by a faceless being and guarded by corpses.

He awakens some time later on his ship, battered and damaged, dirty but warm under the warm, blazing sun. The rigging is damaged, the bodies gone. Buggy is alone, but, he finds sometime later, not unscathed. Staring back from the backs of his hands are two inky stylized emblems. The eyes stare into the air and space, offset by his skin.

He shudders.

He takes to wearing gloves.

He doesn't notice until weeks later that sometimes his shadow will smile at him, warm, loving, intelligent.

He learns more in the ensuing time, but not a word of it is ever breathed to another person.

One does not speak of deals with the fae, after all.

[eek-a-tron]

Loki & Catwoman commission by the brilliant Debbie Balboa! (Somewhat inspired by this fic!)

[abby-ob]

Am I the only a few potc fan to realise this song talks about Davy Jones in potc and not the folklore version? Anyway, this shit slaps

[anotherscrappile]

I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned my super long sea shanty playlist (almost 16 hours!)

If your favorite sea shanty or shanty band isn’t on here, please recommend it to me!

[corvitine]

I have a silly headcanon about the Emperor and my Tav. So Balduran was a pirate, yeah? So I think the Emperor likes shanties. Dahlia is a bard and her favorite kind of music besides ballads (because she’s a college of valor bard) is shanties. He likes it when she plays shanties :)

[pokimoko]

Listening to instrumentals from the silly doo-wee-ooo show is actually something that can be so painful.

[ratuszarsenal]

Stan Rogers, The Longest Johns, David Coffin, The Dreadnoughts, The Revels, Ian Giles, The Poxy Boggars, Esther, Seán Dagher, Colm McGuinness

some other renditions that I recon aren't as well-known: Maria Seras, Spiers & Boden, The Albany Shantymen, Handsome Johnny backed by the pub, Morrigan, Storm Weather Shanty Choir, Johnny Collins, Bob Eggers

[welcometogrouchland]

Caleb and Evelyn are hanging out in gravesfield one day (after she reveals herself as a witch to him. There's no concrete timeline but let's just say this is still a year/few years before Caleb flees the human realm, but he's been to the demon realm before on monster of the week style adventures w/ eve) when Caleb suddenly has A Responsibility to attend to w/ Philip (some kind of town meeting? Idk).

Evelyn asks to tag along in disguise but Caleb sadly tells her "sorry but this is really only a thing men do around here :( sad u can't come tho" and evelyns like no prob babe lol and just illusions herself a mustache and pants + ties her hair up and is like boom. Boy mode. And starts dragging Caleb by the hand to whatever big boy puritan conference he has to attend meanwhile Caleb is completely silent bc his inner monologue is just "WHY AM I STILL ATTRACTED TO HER. WHY IS SHE HOT. DO I LIKE MEN???"

Anyway that's how Caleb found out he was bi and after a quick (but very intense, he was a 1600s christian after all) crisis Evelyn takes him to the ye olde gay club

[starcrossrf]

gather round ya bastard we ain’t got all day!

also a little mr.Jash (isn’t he silly?)

[fishareglorious]

COLM MCGUINNESS MADE A COVER OF GO TOGETHER??????

[lollytea]

Weird to have headcannons for this but Neverland Hunter absolutely slaps at singing sea shanties, you cannot convince me that he can't

Afsvdjbk it's like. The night is still. Peaceful. The swelling moon is washing the deck in a white glow. The bones are achey as the crew unwinds from an agonizing day, huddling in clusters around playing cards and bottles.

Maybe it's too still. Too peaceful. At least that's what the youngest and most dramatic pirate aboard happens to think.

A lull falls over the white noise of conversation as a sudden thump makes them lift their heads.

He's looming above them on the forecastle deck, arms crossed, posture as rigid as ever. But then there's his right foot, pounding against the boards. Again and again and again. It's a rhythm. That's when they notice the smirk twisting at the corner of his lip, threatening to split into a boyish grin. He opens his mouth, half the crew already prepared to join him.

Strap in folks, it's Wellerman time.

And also....somewhere....hiding on that ship, there's a silly little fairy observing him eagerly sing with his whole chest and swing around the deck and she's got little hearts where her eyes should be.