#seafaring story

[yourqueenb]

This look really works for her. I like her new hairstyle and all of the accessories. And it makes sense for her to be tatted. Honestly I think this is better than her old design as well

[waywardsalt]

for some reason i only recently realized another fun aspect of bellum x linebeck, that being at its core it’s kind of like what if a sea captain fell in love with the kraken and vice versa

[have-you-read-this-short-fiction]

"The Lonely Seafarer" is available to read here

[corvidarcana]

I’m generally not a fan of live action remakes but i just finished the One Piece netflix show and it slaps

[eclipsecrowned]

laerion has no tag but for some reason 'king of bones with a coral crown' feels so thematic --

[queen0fm0nsterz]

love when people read Seafarers like ... yes ....... i hope this version of Six and the Lady stays in your head forever... excellent...

[fictionadventurer]

Look, I'm probably never going to want to read the giant chunker of a Big Important Tragic Classic Book (with bonus whale facts!). But I'm always up for reading a 300-pages-or-less light fantasy novel on an intriguing Victorian-flavored world with sailing ships and big monsters and a compelling-yet-maddened-by-vengeance captain surrounded by a loveable crew faced with moral condundrums, all written by people who love the character dynamics and wish the story was less tragic. Plus, if I don't read the original, I don't have to get upset over how any of these retellings twist the story. It's worked really well so far!

[joncronshawauthor]

Magic on the High Seas: Exploring the Genre of Nautical Fantasy

Fancy yourself an adventure? A swashbuckling escape from terra firma into a world of monsters, pirates, and unsolved mysteries of the uncharted deep? Perhaps it’s time to dip your toes into the ocean of nautical fantasy novels, a genre that unites the thrill of the high seas with the enchantment of the fantastical. Whether it’s a towering ship cresting a colossal wave or a haunted seafarer…

[pieterhb]

The Fleet of Destruction - Oloff the Pirate Series #12 (Complete Story) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1470184687-the-fleet-of-destruction-oloff-the-pirate-series?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Pieterhb Gerrie Radlof is once again at his best with his Oloff the Pirate series, and this book number 12 in the series of 24 books is no exception. Amidst the vast oceans and treacherous shores of 17th-century South Africa, Oloff the Pirate unfolds a tale of loyalty, danger, and redemption. Oloff, a fiery and determined pirate captain, is on a mission to eradicate the notorious pirate haven of Deelen Bay. Despite his friends' concerns about possible treachery, Oloff seeks the help of Admiral Rynhardt te Hoogen, a former ally, and brother of Oloff's past love, Anna. As they navigate the shadows of their past, secrets, and unresolved emotions, the two men confront the ultimate challenge to destroy a fortress filled with the most ruthless pirates of the Indian Ocean.

[a-gremlin-for-my-thoughts]

After Captain Layl left and waiting until she was far away enough, Jen, Mirael and Wayn started furiosly whispering to eachother about possible plans of escape:

- We outnumber them, but they have weapons and, well, they are pretty big...

Started Jen, looking around: the guards where towering over every member of the crew, looking especially fierce. No, violence wasn't clearly the answer.

Mirael nodded, focused on a crewman who was coughing violently hunched over in a corner: he was just a heavy smoker, but this gave him an idea...

- Sir, we could try to fake an illness among the crew, that could make them leave us alone or at least dock the ship for a while: there we could escape more easily during the night!

- I coul try seducing the captain!

- What?!

Both men almost shouted in unison, looking incredulosly at Wayn, who was all giddy and smiling like a dolphin.

- I'm sorry, seducing her? Layl? What makes you think she even likes you??

- Have you seen the way she looks at me?

- Like she wants to squash you under her boot?

- Yeees

Looking at their feline expression, Jen decided to not ask further questions and tried to resume the topic, but was interrupted again:

- Right! You should try to win her favor with your rugged charm!

- What charm? Can you be serious for a moment?

Scoffed Jen, crossing his muscular arms over his broad, hairy chest. Wayn and Mirael looked at eachother knowingly, but didn't say anything.

[giftsfromthebarnandgarden]

This bottle, found in the basement, once belonged to a fierce and mighty pirate. Giant waves were battled in sturdy wooden ships with great white sails and brave and fearless men and women. During the storms, a drink was enjoyed out of this bottle, this bottle that held a pint or so of rum or jin, whichever was preferred at the moment.

Roaring waves constantly battled took a toll on the body, and often it was hard to relax without a good swig. Singing and chanting sea shanties were often coupled with holding a bottle like this in hand. And then a lighthouse was spotted on the horizon, and the grand and mighty shipwrecked along the coast... somewhere. The crewmen knew not where...

Except that the place they had found was lush with wildlife and greenery, resources abound. Some stayed on land, preferring it to the cold and hostile sea. They built houses and met wives or husbands or partners, made a life for themselves. Away from their sea legs. It took a bit to get used to the land that was so stable and non-moving. No waves felt under the feet, no water spraying in the hair and face. No sea monsters to fear.

Instead, new monsters unfamiliar to them lurked in the woods and the forests, watching them with piercing yellow or red eyes. Moose and bear were obvious but these beasts were truly mysterious and masterful at hiding in the shadows and rarely attacked.

The legends of the sea were frightful but the legends that were left undiscovered on land instilled new fears in the pirates who stayed. The pirates now lived in houses with families. A life of danger they thought they left behind on the sea instead followed them inland and waited, watching, from the depths of the trees.

https://gatapublishinghouse.com

[vinegarvapors]

The Ever-Pregnant Sea

I wrote a story about a man on a boat who is good at what he does, and the younger man who hasn't learned that yet. The sea really is terrifying.

Origin: Streamed writing on Twitch.Prompt: Six words: fisherman. shadow. bomber. bad. publish. ditch.Writing Time: 10-Minutes first draft. Further ten for editing and rewrites.Word Count: 385Notes: I know absolutely nothing about the sea and I imagine that it shows. The sea had a reputation as a harsh mistress and it was deserved. Everything said about her, and Leo had heard most of it by now,…

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Sea

beautiful words with "sea" to try to include in your poem/story

Heartsease - peace of mind; tranquility; any of various violas

Seabeach - a beach lying along the sea

Seaberry - redberry

Seaborgium - a short-lived radioactive element that is produced artificially

Seaborne - borne over or on the sea; carried on by oversea shipping

Seacross - jellyfish

Seafaring - the use of the sea for travel or transportation

Seaflower - a sea anemone or similar actinozoan

Seafoam - a brilliant to light green that is very slightly lighter than chrysoprase

Seafront - the waterfront of a seaside place

Seamanship - the art or skill of handling, working, and navigating a ship

Seamark - a line on a coast marking the tidal limit; an elevated object serving as a beacon to mariners

Seaquake - a submarine earthquake

Seascape - a view of the sea; a picture representing a scene at sea; also called seapiece

Seashine - the shine of the sea; especially: light reflected off the sea

Seasickness - motion sickness experienced on the water

Seastrand - seashore; land adjacent to the sea; seacoast; all the ground between the ordinary high-water and low-water marks; foreshore

Seatrain - a seagoing ship equipped for carrying a train of railroad cars

Seawall - a wall or embankment to protect the shore from erosion or to act as a breakwater

Seaworthy - fit or safe for a sea voyage

If any of these words inspire your writing, do tag me or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

More: Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[amanufacturedheaven]

Rare Language Learning: Polari

If you have ever used the words:

- Naff

- Butch

- Camp

You have unknowingly been speaking the sociolect known as Polari, the language of queer people primarily used in the 30s to the 70s. Polari is now an endangered language, as labelled by the University of Cambridge

Something of note: Many resources out there imply (or state) that Polari was a language invented and used solely by white cis gay men, which is decidedly untrue. Many words of Polari come from drag culture, lesbians, and the Romani people and their language. The use of ‘the language of British gay men’ may be a more palatable title to the general public, but it is not to me. I did my best to curate a variety of resources, but unfortunately much of queer history has been lost many more decades than I’ve been alive, if you have any other resources for studying Polari I would love to read them, message me or leave a link in the replies.

Articles

Learn Polari, the Secret Language of the Gays ⚢ Out Magazine

Polari: The code language gay men used to survive ⚢ BBC

Polari and the Hidden History of Gay Seafarers ⚢ National Museums Liverpool

The Story of Polari, Britain’s Secret Gay Language ⚢ Fabulosa!

Polari People ⚢ Fabulosa!

Polari: a language born from prejudice ⚢ Englishpanish

The secretive gay language that gave LGBTQ people a voice ⚢ GAYTIMES

A brief history of Polari: the curious after-life of the dead language for gay men ⚢ The Conversation

Study Material

The Polari Bible ⚢ Internet Archive

Fantabulosa: A Dictionary of Polari and Gay Slang ⚢ Internet Archive

Sociolinguistics / Polari ⚢ StudySmarter

FlashCards ⚢ Quizlet

New Polari Translator ⚢ LingoJam

Polari: A sociohistorical study of the life and decline of a secret language. ⚢ Dissertation, University of Manchester

Polari: a language born from prejudice ⚢ Englishpanish

Simon Bowkett: a short blog in Polari for LGBT+ History Month ⚢ Civil Service LGBT+ Network

[chibinasuu]

Ghost Ship | Straw Hats x Reader

★ requested by @supernatural-hunter1 (see here)

Summary: There’s no need to fear Davy Jones and his ship of ghosts. After all, it’s just a myth… or is it? Tags: sfw, platonic straw hats x reader, GN!reader, no use of y/n

Disclaimer: There are many myths and legends about Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman, but the one here is my reimagined version, borrowing elements from One Piece’s Flying Dutchman lore (Fishman Island Arc, ch. 606) and some from the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. 

It was a festive night onboard the Thousand Sunny. 

Earlier, the Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates had begged the cook to prepare a feast tonight, without any reasons whatsoever. The cook was hesitant at first, as he was not one to use excessive ingredients when unnecessary, but with the last of the fresh supplies they got at Water 7 on the brink of losing their quality, Sanji had relented and cooked up an extravagant banquet for the crew. 

Not wanting to waste a beautiful moonlit night, the Straw Hats set up picnic blankets on the Sunny’s lawn deck to enjoy their dinner. Franky had busted out his ukulele, playing a cheery tune that transformed the quiet night into a lively one. A portable metal fire pit sat in the center of the lawn, the flames providing light and warmth as the crew partied the night away. 

It was not uncommon for this particular crew that a night of drinking would evolve into a night of daring each other to do stupid things. Luffy’s face was currently caked with Nami’s makeup, Zoro and Sanji were reluctantly interlocking hands as per Robin’s dare, and Chopper had one of Franky’s (clean) underwear strung between his antlers. The dares were getting more and more ridiculous as the game went on, to the point where Usopp had just challenged you to skinny-dip off the side of the ship. One glance over the railing at the dark, cold, and uninviting waters had you sitting back down on the deck. 

“Yeah, right,” You scoffed and downed a shot in lieu of doing the dare, “That’d get me sent straight to Davy Jones’ locker!”

“Whose what now?” Usopp asked with his head tilted in confusion, the phrase unfamiliar to his ears.

It was such a common saying in the South Blue, where you were from, that you just blurted it out unthinkingly. There were no Southern seafarers who didn’t know about the mythical pirate Davy Jones and his ship full of ghosts. 

“The Davy Jones’ locker.” You repeated matter-of-factly. Surprisingly, none of your crewmates seemed to show even a hint of recognition. You eyed them one by one, but all of them sported similar blank looks, “Oh c’mon, Davy Jones? The Flying Dutchman? Ring a bell?”

“Robin, you must know it.” You turned to the archaeologist, certain that she must have read about the legend before in one of her books, but she merely shook her head.

“No way,” you looked at your crew in disbelief, “And you call yourselves pirates?”

“Hey!” Luffy protested indignantly, “What’s a flying locker got to do with being a pirate?” 

“Huh,” you shrugged, “Guess the story’s only popular in South Blue then.”

“Ooh, a story?” Chopper leaned forward toward you in anticipation, “I wanna hear it!”

“Alright then, listen up.” You looked at your friends with a sly smile, “But beware, this tale is not for the fainthearted.”

You started the story, lowering your voice in a mediocre attempt to sound spooky, “Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, a pirate crew was sailing on troubled waters when its captain – by the name of Davy Jones – suddenly fell ill and lost his mind. He killed his whole crew, chucking them off the ship one by one into the angry sea.”

Robin’s eyes sparkled with intrigue, while Zoro looked unbothered, but was listening intently nonetheless. Luffy was munching on some meat, only half paying attention. Franky had put down his ukulele, and Sanji took a long drag of his cigarette, eyes never straying away from you. Usopp, Nami, and Chopper had started to huddle together, never ones to enjoy scary stories. 

“When he came to, Davy Jones realized what terrible deed he had done and blamed the gods for his madness, throwing curses at the rulers of the seas and the skies.”

The silence that now shrouded the chilly night only added to the tense atmosphere, broken just by the low whistle of the winds against the sails and the faint crash of the waves against the hull. No one dared breathe a word to interrupt as you continued your tale. 

“The gods were furious and punished Davy Jones to roam the seas for eternity aboard his ship, the Flying Dutchman, doomed to ferry the souls of those lost to the sea to the world beyond, far deep through the oceanic abyss, which sailors came to know as the Davy Jones’ locker.”

Unbeknownst to the crew, a shroud of unnatural mist has started to surround the ship. Its tendrils snaked through the gaps and crevices, slowly infiltrating the deck.

“They say the Flying Dutchman still roams the seas to this day, never able to make port.” You paused for dramatic effect, “People say, that if you’re unlucky enough to encounter it, you could hear the lost souls onboard the ghost ship sing; Dead men tell no tales, dead men have no desires. Dead men don’t need jewels on their–”

“ENOUGH!!” Usopp yelled, covering his ears, “That’s enough, I don’t want to hear it anymore!”

By this point, the fog had gotten so thick that it was impossible not to notice. The crew was suddenly overcome with a sense of dread, goosebumps creeping on their skin.

“Wh-what is this mist?!” Nami shrieked, “What’s happening?! I don’t like this!”

Zoro and Sanji stood up, whipping their heads around in search of enemies or threats, but nothing emerged from within the murk. Nami and Usopp were now clinging to each other, screaming their heads off when suddenly, Chopper pointed at something in the distance and squealed, “Wh-wh-what’s that?!”

A silhouette of an old, rickety vessel materialized from beyond the mist, sailing head-on toward the Thousand Sunny. Its tattered sails swayed in the winds, a faded glow cloaking its body. 

Screams of panic filled the air as Usopp, Nami, and Chopper ran around in terror.

“That’s it, I’m going inside! You guys deal with that!” Nami exclaimed, rushing towards the safety of the sleeping quarters.

“Oi, Nami, wait for me!” Usopp ran after her, Chopper closely following behind, “Can I sleep in the girls’ room tonight?!”

“Nah, man.” Zoro shook his head, “Give me monsters or devils, and I’ll fight them. But, I don’t fuck with things I can’t cut with my swords.” He said before hightailing it to the boys’ quarters.

Sanji stammered that he was “definitely not scared of ghosts, unlike the cowardly mosshead” but claimed that he wanted to make some midnight snacks and speed-walked to the kitchen. The mere mention of a midnight snack had Luffy following Sanji like a puppy, all thoughts of ghosts or whatever vanishing from his mind, and so he too, was gone. 

With most of the Straw Hats cowering inside, the deck was once again plunged into a thick silence as the mysterious ship crept closer and closer.

A sudden slow clap permeated the stillness.

You looked behind you to see Robin smiling knowingly, “Incredible.” She chuckled, addressing you and the only other remaining Straw Hat on deck, “How did you two do it?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Robin.” You deflected unconvincingly, trying to hold back a smile.

“Yeah, Robin, what do you mean?” Franky added with a cheeky grin, “That’s totally a real ghost ship comin’ right at us.” 

“Alright, keep your secrets.” Robin said with a laugh, “I’m going to bed. Make sure you clean up nicely, hm?”

Once Robin was out of sight, Franky offered his big metal hand to you, and you slapped it in an enthusiastic high-five. The two of you broke out in laughter, ecstatic at the success – for the most part – of your harmless but elaborate prank. 

“Ah, that was a good one.” He sighed, wiping a stray tear from his eye, “Did you see their faces?” 

You grinned at him, “I thought we fooled everyone, but Robin’s a tough one, isn’t she?”

“She’s super smart,” Franky laughed, “I knew from the beginning that she wouldn’t buy it.”

He took out a remote from his shirt pocket and pushed the big red button on it. Instantly, the mirage of the ghost ship disappeared as the light projector hidden inside the lion figurehead’s mouth was deactivated. The smoke machines mounted through the side portholes also died down, and the thick fog surrounding the ship gradually dissipated. 

Since no one was around anymore, you and Franky took up the job of cleaning up the lawn, considering it as a way to make up for the fright you gave the rest of the crew. You stacked the dirty plates, gathered all the empty booze bottles, and folded up the blankets. The big, yellow moon provided ample brightness even as Franky killed the fire. 

“Franky,” You called out as you noticed something in the horizon, “I thought you shut off the machine.”

“Yeah, I did.” The cyborg replied without even looking at you, still focused on cleaning the fire pit. 

A chill of uneasiness ran through you at his answer, “Then… what’s that?”

Franky looked up at your shaky voice and turned to the front of the ship, eyes bulging in shock at what met his sight. 

A curtain of thick, black fog coated the ocean and sky ahead, swallowing the stars from the sky and plunging the waters into total darkness, where no moonlight reached it.

And the Sunny was sailing right at it. 

You and Franky could only stare at the unfathomable phenomenon as you stood frozen side-by-side.

“Oh, we are super fucked, aren’t we?”

a/n: bonus points if you got what the thick fog at the end was supposed to be! anyway, i had so much fun writing this!! it might be a bit early for a halloween post but i hope you all enjoyed this silly little fic nonetheless 🧡

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[fairuzfan]

I believe the word Palestine was first written in 5 BCE to refer to a part of Syria specifically. So I was curious about you saying how "Palestine" as a nation goes back 4000 years? From what I've read, the land was called Judaea in pre-biblical times, and then was renamed Syria Palaestina when it was corporated as a Roman province. The people who are from what is today variously Syria/Jordan/Lebanon/Iraq and migrated to the land only began to identify as Palestinian in the 1960s for the national resistance movement (because it had been known as Mandatory Palestine in the 1900s under the British) -- however even pre-British rule, under the Ottoman Empire it was referred to as "Southern Syria" by many who migrated and lived there over hundreds of years, and/or had varying names because the land (known as "Palestine" now) was divided with no one centralised administrative control. I'm in no way saying this delegitimises the liberation struggle for people known as Palestinian today obviously (and I grew up with a friend from there, whose family fled from Israel, who identified as Palestinian + Lebanese simultaneously for political/personal reasons which adds to my understanding of this) Saying Palestine has 4000 years of history seems to me like saying any country has 4000 years of history just because the land existed at all, even though the term is relatively recent & was only ever first used within the common era, and the land had multiple other earlier names, even during the Ottoman rule right before the British gave the name of "Mandatory Palestine" to specified territories within the last century.

This is not true actually, palestine was referred to as palestine in Assyrian transcriptions and among greek scholars. I really recommend reading "Palestine: a 4000 year history" by nur masalha. It dates the use of the word Palestine and describes how zionists often manipulate archeology to align with biblical stories. He also goes more specifically into the names of different regions (Gaza, Askelon, etc) and describes their relevance to identifying Palestine.

Now I feel like I was misunderstood a little that Palestine was a "nation" because in arabic there are 2 words to describe this, "watan" which is more contemporary and used in the 18th century i believe and "balad" which is far far older. Both terms have different implications. I can't exactly describe it but when I say "nation" I'm not speaking contemporarily. Masalha discusses this too.

But yeah he also discusses how Philistines were not a seafaring people as commonly thought but archeological finds suggest that we're indigenous to the geographic area of Palestine.

There's more but even just the introduction summarizes the history of the word "Palestine" and the colonial implications of denying its relevance. Really recommend a lot of Masalha's books actually.