The Mildly Unhinged Captain (inactive) @captain-f-merivel - Tumblr Blog

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Find him, bind him, Tie him to a pole and break His fingers to splinters Drag him to a hole Until he wakes up naked Clawing at the ceiling of his grave

The Decemberists, The Mariner’s Revenge

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artist-hopper

Deck of a Beam Trawler, Gloucester, 1923, Edward Hopper

Medium: watercolor

vanish with an expedition to the arctic

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dsamuelsonart

Drawlloween day 14: Skeleton

Here’s my take on the iconic Flint’s Arrow from Treasure Island: a sordid clue left by Captain Flint hinting to the location of his buried treasure 💀

Gouache, 5 x 7”

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historical-rp-memes

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Nebelwarnung (The Fog Warning), 1885, Winslow Homer

Medium: oil,canvas

https://www.wikiart.org/en/winslow-homer/nebelwarnung-the-fog-warning

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zerolabarre

On October 24, 1918, the passenger liner Princess Sophia ran aground on Vanderbilt reef off the coast of Alaska. 39 harrowing hours later she slipped off the reef and sank in heavy weather, killing all 364 people aboard. The disaster, largely forgotten today, is a tragic story of misjudgment and courage that remains the deadliest shipwreck in Alaskan history today.

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gunpowderrum

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nothing-ventured‌:

“Judging? No, no.” He shook his head. It had not occurred to Mr Thomas to question the captain’s actions. If he performed them, they must have been the right thing to do. “It isn’t the sort of thing one does unless it is absolutely necessary. I am aware that… that not every man holds life sacred, but… it would be mad to shoot your own men for no good reason. Sir. So there must have been a good reason. And if they had gone to join the drownies, we would have had even more enemies in our hands, more loss of life, if not now then perhaps later, if we pass through these waters again. They are truly dead now, then, I suppose– for good? At peace?”

"Gone for good," the Captain gives a grave nod. "The fish are going to feast on their eyes and crabs will make homes in their empty skulls. They will not rise again." Or so people say and Captain Merivel has chosen to believe it; however should the ghastly remains of a zailor he has shot in the past emerge from the deep one day to drag him into the depths with vengeance, he would most likely express only mild surprise.

Merivel pauses for a brief moment, then smiles to himself before laughing out loud. "Or maybe, one could say that in this they would live on, only transformed. Come now, sir, let me top your glass," he is already reaching for the bottle, "and you can tell me about your friends, those dear souls whose plight has inspired your quest. Were you shocked, did you encounter them by chance, or did some Well-meaning Gossip point them out to you?" The Captain twists his face in approximation of what he believes a Well-meaning Gossip to look like and points ahead with a finger. A number of tentacles follow - not so much reflexively mirroring the gesture, but as if independent of the Captain's intention, following where he points with curiosity of their own. "Queer sorts, sir," he croaks. "Saw them tending their own graves!"

#fl!au #FL!Thomas #terrible table manners

madeline-kahn

“Blood is not gonna fill a ship with oil.”

In The Heart of the Sea (2015) dir. Ron Howard

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(...) those simple ballads which were the fashion forty years ago, and in which British tars, our King, poor Susan, blue-eyed Mary, and the like, were the principal themes. They are not, it is said, very brilliant, in a musical point of view, but contain numberless good-natured, simple appeals to the affections, which people understood better than the milk-and-water lagrime, sospiri, and felicita of the eternal Donizettian music with which we are favoured now-a-days.

William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

#one drink too many #on simple songs