#pirate shanties

[elizabethhood]

Johnlock and Pirate Shanties

so "unsinkable" by sail north is either the perfect song for sherlock, or, if you want to get a little meta, the perfect song for johnlock and all the people who support it.

also, also, also, sherlock playing a violin instrumental version of "leave her, johnny, leave her" (also by sail north. i think.) when john brings one of his girlfriends over. please think about it.

thoughts?

[sanjiswetcigarettes0]

HECK YEAH PIRATE SHANTIES !!!

[buggz4brainzzz]

This.

Every neurodivergent person who's ever been made fun of because of it should be compensated with a life sized pirate ship, their very own crew that loves them and all sing shanties together, a life time supply of rum, oranges, card games, and cannon balls with proper protective equipment. And an animal companion of their choice if they'd like

[le-poofe]

Catch the Wave 🌊

I’ve been favoring Melo’s time-skip design for doodles in my downtime and an idea for him windsurfing got me in the mood to render the shit out of something

Alt view:

[burningvelvet]

ATTENTION pirates, pirate lovers, & #piratecore perusers: PLEASE listen to ship in a bottle by fin aka steffan argus - & his whole album lost at sea. i really like the song abandon ship too. thank me later

[camelidae]

Does anyone still do Talk Like a Pirate Day? Aye? Nay? Either way, I hope you don’t mind if I take it as an excuse to post my donkey pirate, Jackstock – if you like pirates (or donkeys!) he’s got a little illustrated book of short stories just full of pirate vibes (and donkeys!) in my shop!

[starrspice]

IT'S HERE

PIRATE/SIREN AU SO REAL

I've decided to name it the Silent Shanty AU!!!

In this AU Y/N was a siren who became fascinated with the human world and decided to leave the ocean depths to become a sailor and see the world. Eventually they were discovered to be a siren and was captured, sold, and traded countless times over. Often treated like a wild beast and typically mistreated.

Sun and Moon saved Y/N from being sold again in a black market auction, intending to rescue a mythical beast only to find a shaken up human instead. Upon being rescued by Sun and Moon they remain silent so they can never be accused of using their siren song against anyone.

Sun and Moon are completely unaware Y/N is a siren and just think they're a normal human who has come to somehow make their home with them and their crew.

Until Eclipse makes himself present and causes all kinds of trouble insisting they swooped in and stole Y/N out from under him. That they interrupted HIS rescue attempt. So he makes himself and ever present nuisance to Sun and Moon, constantly attempt to Woo Y/N so they'll join HIS crew instead

[midnigtartist]

Literally the first thing i thought when i saw his design

[pastacatprod]

This pirate voice hurt my throat. I hope you appreciate my sacrifice.

Full cover out now:

I am just saying that One Day As A Lion's "Last Letter" is basically already a sea shanty.

[wordy-little-witch]

Okay but One Piece being in the pirate era and the lack of a frankly inordinate amount of sea shanties hurts me. Like you know DAMN well Roger was a partier, Buggy and Shanks undoubtedly know an incredible amount of shanties, from their first crews, from the new crews, from exploring and seeing and experiencing the world so thoroughly from such a young age.

Shanks would be the type to belt them, top of his lungs, but always adhere to the Codes, though he does think on it for a moment. People think he'd be a pirate head to toe, through and through, and he is! Truly, he is. He just doesn't really live by the Code and die by the Code the way some of the older generation does.

Buggy, despite popular belief, is the one to cling to those Codes with all he has. It's subtle, in the way he hums certain songs to himself but never sings the full lyrics without Meaning. He will sing and dance and party with his crew, they will make merry but they will do so properly. He's avant garde and nouveau expressionism but he's also old fashioned.

When he finds out Shanks taught this scrawny rubber twink everything the kid knows about piracy through sporadic meetings over a year, nearing a decade ago, he is absolutely livid. The swordsman is stupid but has a decent head on his shoulders for behavior. The redhead, from what he sees, knows more than most. He decides to put class in session.

He's surprised to be beaten so thoroughly and then furthermore to be removed succinctly. He's not gonna let it slide, obviously, but he'll play along. Sure. Could be fun. He was getting bored anyway.

Shit just so happens to hit the fan with this decision and all that follow. Shanks, knowing the truth of things, is simply VERY amused and Buggy is debating fratricide.

He's been playing this role for so long, it feels unnatural to drop it. It feels wrong. It makes him panic, makes him Itch.

It only comes to a head years later as he's humming to himself late in the evening on a certain day in September, having spent a good chunk of the day on his own, away from company and to the surprise of very few. Crocodile and Mihawk are among those who do not know why, but they alone are the ones to look for him.

Finding Buggy, singing softly to an animal as he gently brushes out their fur, surrounded by calm animals who seem to nearly build a wall with their bodies between himself and the world, was not anticipated to either men. Nor was hearing Buggy's voice, usually so shrill and rasped, flow gently over a melody with a grief filled expression. Ritchie, among the ones closest, gently head butted the clown with soulful eyes. Mihawk and Crocodile simply watch, seeing Buggy groom and pamper the creatures within the stables this far from town as he sings a specific sequence of songs.

Mihawk realizes first just what they're witnessing, and he grips the logia user's arm, guiding them both back. Crocodile, startled, goes to ask, and Hawkeyes simply shakes his head sharply. It is only once they are far enough that Mihawk breaths a stunned, "He's performing Rites."

"What?"

"Rites," the swordsman reiterates, sending the other a suspicious look. "The Rites of the Code."

The mafioso takes a drag from his cigar, gesturing for the other to go on.

Mihawk sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I forget," he remarks dryly, "how uneducated in ours ways you are."

"Excuse me-?!"

"Rites," the other interrupts, "are a form of mourning. Frequency varies, and the honoring actions can be altered as well. The constant component are the shanties sung in remembrance and the flags flown. For some, a single instance can be sufficient..." Golden eyes drift to the side, unfocused, as he continues. "For others, there is a need to continue doing so. Often, it is a crew mourning a commanding officer. Unlike Marines, Pirates all share an unspoken connection. Though paths may vary and goals may differ, we all care Her in our veins."

Violet eyes love to the expanse of blue, the horizon bleeding across the world. He knew. He may lack some of the nuance of the Code from his priorities laying further inland, but he knew this. How could he not when his own blood sang salted sprays? He knew this much at the very least.

"So the clown is in mourning."

"Yes."

".... why?"

"...... ....... it is September."

"And?"

"The 28th."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"You were there, too, 25 years ago. Loguetown."

Silence falls.

The wind rustles branches overhead. It carries the faintest wisps of a voice. The two men pointedly ignore it and the choked quality it had.

".... I see."

"..... yes. That is my theory, at any rate."

"............. Hawkeye."

"What?"

"He was on the King's crew."

"Yes, this has been established."

"Why?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Why him? Why the clown? He's not even 40 yet, so that day... he'd have been, what, 15, at the most? He'd have been on the crew for years by that point. He was there before the man was crowned, after all."

"Shanks was, as well. I believe the earliest mention was when he mentioned an incident from their childhood. He'd said they were... oh, what was it? Seven? Thereabouts. To be on a crew so young..."

"To be there so long, Hawkeye. The brat would have been with them since childhood. That crew was infamous for the things they did - the clown does not fit the pattern."

"He does not boast anything nearing the decorum expected of a fledgling of a King..."

"He knows the Codes, something never mentioned to us nor taught explicitly to his crew that we know of. He served under the King and kept it hidden from the world government for decades. He escaped the Grandline and settled as an East Blue nuisance for years. He was imprisoned in Impel Down with no sea stone."

Golden eyes widen. "You believe he has been hiding more than simply his heritage."

"What makes more sense? This, or what we have thought so far."

"How would we confirm it?"

"Just ask me, maybe?"

Neither man will admit to being startled when a new voice chimes in, soft and hoarse, drowsy. Buggy leans into Ritchie's side as the lion purrs loudly, the clown rubbing his eye.

He continues. "Tomorrow, though. It's late, I'm not feeling well, and Ritch and I have a date with my blanket nest."

"The lion?" / "Blanket nest?"

Buggy giggles softly. "Weighted blankets are expensive. Weighted Ritchies only cost snacks and chin scritches," he remarks softly. "As for the blankets, nests are the way to go. Good night."

Two dark haired men are left by a drowsy clown and lion in the woods on the edge of town with much to thing on and a list to compile for the next day.

The first question? How Mihawk had not sensed him whatsoever on approach.

[earth-scented]

Dead men tell no tales, but pirates do.

[sturgeonposting]

my sea shanty about the black ball shipping company and an unfortunate dogfish

lyrics under da cut

I shipped away on a packet boat On the black ball line With fifteen dollars and an oilskin coat Hauling for the black ball line

We set sail from the Liverpool shore On the black ball line Sailing straight for old New York Hauling for the black ball line

The very first day we set to sea On the black ball line The first mate swore an oath to me Hauling for the black ball line

He swore, “I’d see a dogfish drown” On the black ball line “Before I’d see this ship go down” Hauling for the black ball line

The work was hard and the days were long On the black ball line The rum was weak but the wind was strong Hauling for the black ball line

But one dark night there came a storm On the black ball line The likes no man had seen before Hauling for the black ball line

The salt sea roared up o’er the sides On the black ball line The crew was praying for our lives Hauling for the black ball line

The old wind howled and the timbers moaned On the black ball line And how I wished I was home from Hauling for the black ball line

Then up jumped a dogfish from the spray On the blackball line He choked on the air and he passed away Hauling for the blackball line

Well the gale cleared up and we saw the shore On the blackball line And i swore I’d never sail no more Hauling for the black ball line

[the-golden-vanity]

My day job isn't usually terribly exciting, but sometimes I do get emails alerting me to the fact that someone has released a previously-thought-lost collection of erotic sea shanties. Enjoy, ye salty seamen!

[blissfullyunawares]

write your very own:

sea shanty, a formula

This is my very own post! I did research to compile a guide for this purpose. ✏️

Before we get started, I post content like daily writing prompts, vocabulary word of the day, and fun content like this!

It would make me happy if you’d follow my blog, as I’ll be building a newsletter for writers like you very soon!

Now, as promised, a formula for creating your very own sea shanty 🫶🏻

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Step 1:

Decide on a purpose for the shanty.

Is this going to be a working, adventuring, drinking, or mourning song?

Step 2:

Create a syllabic pattern for your verse and your chorus to help you make it have the iconic sound of a sea shanty.

8-6-8-6 is a popular choice for the verse. The numbers here are referring to the number of syllables in one line.

You may also use the same number of syllables or a pattern of your choosing. You could do 8-8-8-8 or even 6-6-8-8 if you like.

Here is one example:

(8) there once was a lady pirate queen

(6) her name Grace O’Malley

To understand more about syllabic writing, I would suggest learning about the Japanese Haiku (an easy place to begin).

Music Notes (Advanced):

You might also decide in this stage if you’re going to use a 4/4 beat or more of a 3/4 (like a waltz).

This would be relevant to the number of beats.

For example: a syllabic pattern of 8 might be more fitting to a 4/4 beat. A syllabic pattern of 6 or 9 to a 3/4.

If you’re using 8 and 6, then a 4/4 beat works well. At the end of the 6 lines you can add stomps or claps to complete the pattern.

Step 3:

We’re going to treat the next step like poetry class. Choose a pattern for your rhyme.

Commonly, you’ll find the pattern ABAB or AABB. You can choose whatever pattern you like. Some of them are more complex like ABCB. It’s your shanty, so write it how you like!

Here’s what that looks like:

(A) (8) there once was a lady pirate queen

(A) (6) her name Grace O’Malley

(B) (8) her heritage was Ireland

(B) (6) and she was a wild’n

Your pattern will depend on what feels right as you’re writing your verse.

Step 4:

Create a chorus that’s easy to remember, relevant to the story, and focuses on repetition.

“Lady of the sea

Lady pirate queen

Oh how I fancy me

A lady of the sea”

Step 5:

Put it together to tell a story! Here’s an example I wrote just for funsies:

(Grace O’Malley is a real historic figure who became a pirate and fought for Ireland!)

(A) (8) there once was a lady pirate queen

(A) (6) her name Grace O’Malley

(B) (8) her heritage was Ireland

(B) (6) and she was a wild’n

Chorus:

(A) (8) Lady of the sea (clap x4)

(A) (6) Lady pirate queen (stomp x3)

(A) (8) Oh how I fancy me (clap x2)

(A) (6) A lady of the sea

Step 6: Have Fun!

If you liked this post, comment below with a fun pirate GIF!

Ahoy!!

[20kmemesunderthesea]

[marlynnofmany]

D&D is going great.