The Captain's Log

"Here floats Captain Culpepper Clyne, Allergic to dirt so he's pickled in brine. He braved the sea and all her wrath, but drowned on land while taking a bath." A Haunted Mansion RP Blog [Tracking captainculpepperclyne]

[is-the-room-stretching-deactiva]

Starter for the captain

[is-the-room-stretching-deactiva]

"You deserved it you stupid!"

She shrieked at him, unfounately not good with insults. She did know how to deal with people like him though. The witch took a step back and an enormous blast of orange energy shot out of the end of her parasol zapping the Captain in a blinding explosion. She shook with a mixture of emotions and waited for the dust to settle before striding forward and crouching down before the plate which had a detailed little cake sitting on it, it was whaling themed and even had a little harpoon made of icing on  the top. She picked up the plate it stared at him. She had never been sure how much the people she did this too were aware of their surroundings when she did this, he was however still ghostly, a floating blue glowing cake. After a moment of staring at her handiwork she was again completely relaxed and cheery, giving a short yawn, using that much energy was draining, turning about to take the cake inside, looking for another ghost to feed him to.

[captainculpepperclyne]

Culpepper was completely bewildered. Never in his entire life did he think he would become a cake. It took a few moments for the realization of what had just happened to sink in. The last time he had been in this much panic was when he was but a boy, after he was caught in the act of stealing rations. He previously had blamed the other ship's boys and feigned his innocence around his superiors, but they soon discovered his scheme get them punished instead. Now he was going to be eaten as a cake of all things.

[adventurousimpulse]

[adelphe]

The North Cape, New Zealand, and sperm whale fishery by Joel Samuel Polack, 1838

From the Alexander Turnbull Library collection

[chubachus]

Ambrotype portrait of an unidentified man, possibly a whaling captain, posing with a painted whaling scene as his backdrop, c. 1850’s.

Source.

[is-the-room-stretching-deactiva]

Starter for the captain

[is-the-room-stretching-deactiva]

Her eyes narrowed to slits as he mentioned where her place was. She stared at him as he finished his little rant and stood up very straight walking stiffly forward. Her expression and body language were different from how they had been, her normally relaxed body was now tense and the confused, and apologetic expression had turned into a cold stare.

“I don’t think you know what it means to be devoured..how it feels to have another creatures teeth sink into your flesh and tear you limb from limb. I think you’re one of those stupid men who got off leash because they couldn’t find a woman who would bother to try and make them into something useful.”

"Look at how angry you are, how puffed up you try and make yourself, like a peacock, and like a peacock you strut around with a over inflated seance of entitlement! Pathetic self loathing turned out because you couldn’t even protect the one thing you cared about! HA!" The parasol was now closed and gripped in one hand she shoved it against his chest hard, small sparks coming out of the tip. For probably the first time in her existence she was scowling. "Look at you, pathetic little thing, you think you’re going to raise your hand to me? You are Nothing because you a man, a stupid feral man who spent much too long on the ocean and died in the most stupid way ever, drowning in a bathtub! At least an alligator was devouring me when I drowned. It’s truly a wonder no one put you down, all a man is good for is giving children anyway, you couldn’t even manage that!”

[captainculpepperclyne]

"Ye dare speak to me like that? Pathetic? Me? What is this yer sayin' 'bout women teachin' men? Why, I had me a woman once. A true piece of work that one. Guess what 'appened to her! I bricked 'er up into m' fireplace as she deserved. She was always beggin' for me teh let 'er out 'til she starved in there." He let out a heinous cackle and adjusted his hat to reveal the crazed look in his eyes.

"Now what's this now 'bout m' death yeh filthy dog? Why, yeh don't even know the 'alf of it! I was murdered in cold blood by m' own first mate! I trusted 'im. Sure, I used the cat on 'im too, but that's expected. E'ryone must be put in line. E'ryone! That includes you." A wicked smile resembling that of a starving animal hungry for blood grew upon his face as a harpoon materialized within his hands.

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[is-the-room-stretching-deactiva]

Starter for the captain

[is-the-room-stretching-deactiva]

Daisy’s eyes were scarily large at the outburst, made worse with her lack of blinking. Well that had been a lot of mostly rage.. sadness? He seemed to be a ball of rage. Her mind wandered briefly to wonder why men put so much energy into anger.She came back after a moment and brought her parasol up over her head, it burst open and live badger fell out of it scurrying away from the ghosts in a hurry.

"I’m sorry that you’re angry about that man, I didn’t climb on it to make you upset. I’ve not been yelled at for doing it before." She walked forward and sort of forced the man into a thankfully brief hug, he seemed like he needed it. Poor man. She moved back and squinted focousing hard and gave her parasol a shake making a flower fall out into her hand. She turned around and put it on his grave, since that was something people did for respect..right?

[captainculpepperclyne]

"Finally, yeh know yer place now. However, not only did yeh sit on my tombstone, yeh disrupted my rest. A single flower is not nearly enough to dampen my fury! I am a man of the sea and I have been a witness to her destructive nature. To survive at sea requires a man to be just as harsh and cruel. She will devour all who are not like her. No exceptions!" He clenched his fist, but refrained from using it. At this point, he only intended to scare the girl away. He had just agreed to not harm anyone else and he had to fool everyone that he was capable of doing so. Attacking this girl would tarnish his name and reveal his true nature.

[captainculpepperclyne]

asktheghosthost:

"Ah, hm hm, I was hoping you'd say that." He opened the office door, gesturing for the captain to step out first. "I've wanted to do something with that mirror for ages. Just be careful you don't get trapped behind the glass... It sounds silly, I know, but it was a fear in my day." He paused for a moment. "You do know which one I'm talking about, right? Do you need me to show you?"

"That certainly will not be happening to me. A mere mirror could not contain me forever." He exited through the door and swiftly into the hallway. Culpepper paused for a moment and then said, "I know of the mirror you are speaking of, but you could still lead me to its location. After all, I have been locked away in that painting for all these years."

[phantomofthe-manor]

"Ah, so you are the Phantom I heard about. Hm hm hm. I do believe we may get along quite well."

“I don’t get along with anyone, especially intruders from that nefarious American mansion.”

[captainculpepperclyne]

"I may be an intruder to your home, but that does not mean I am like them. Many of them are foolish in their ways: especially that Ghost Host. Why must he insist on not harming those pesky mortals? Someone needs to put them into line... The behavior he allows them to get away with is absolutely appalling. If any of my sailors acted as those scoundrels do, he would soon turn into a trembling, whimpering heap after I was through with him!"

[captainculpepperclyne]

[captainculpepperclyne]

[is-the-room-stretching-deactiva]

Starter for the captain

[is-the-room-stretching-deactiva]

She looked down at him, tilting her head very slightly as he got very angry very quickly. She opened her hand and her parasol hopped up from where it was stood up into her waiting hand.

"I have no idea who you are. You haven’t given your name or done anything but snap at me. I have to guess you’re mad about me bein on your grave." She slid forward and let herself fall to the ground, she hit it as if she was still alive, no noise but how she landed looked like she would have been in pain. She sat and began to put her slippers back on before bouncing up.

[captainculpepperclyne]

"Of course, 'm mad at 'yeh! Sittin' on m' grave 'n' disturbin' m' rest. If ye were 'ter look at m' grave you'd see m' name, Captain Culpepper Clyde, Captain of the Harbinger! She was the best whalin' ship to ev'r sail the seas; well 'til he stole her... And don't think you'll be hearin' any more 'bout that, missy."

He had not meant to tell her what had happened to his ship. Once again, his anger had let his emotions get the best of him and nearly spill out all of his secrets. Culpepper now attempted to contain his rage through composing himself, but was drastically failing at doing so.

[asktheghosthost]

Starter for captainculpepperclyne

[captainculpepperclyne]

asktheghosthost:

"Yes…" Beau pushed past his hesitancy and pushed himself up from his seat. "I wish you the best of luck, Captain." Holding out his hand to shake, he offered a genuine smile. "I’m sure it’ll be easy for you. A piece of cake. Speaking of cake… I was thinking of offering you a spot in the ballroom. If I recall correctly, Roland and Yale had an idea where you would appear and disappear into a puddle. The ballroom is the only area I can think of that would allow you the space to do that. Or!" He brightened. "Perhaps that mirror that guests pass as they enter the main hall from the loading area. Unless you have some ideas of your own."

Culpepper was glad the Host believed every word he said. He was able to tell there was a sense of unease in the Host's voice, but he was willing to give Culpepper a chance. How little he knew of his true nature and past. Not only was he a Captain, he was a cruel and harsh one. That very cruelty was what earned him his demise.

"Aye, the mirror would be nice."

[ontheedgeofdarkness]

[dark-quotes]

[sixpenceee]

There are many type of ghosts. Know your type.

Residual Haunts: the energy and habits of spirits remaining in an area. For example, hearing footsteps in hallways, hearing voices in a room or screaming. They are not aggressive or negative, but rather just energy of the spirits.These energies repeats, almost as if on a repeating film roll.

Interactive Intelligent Apparitions: when it seems that the spirit is aware of its surroundings. These spirits often move small objects, try to talk, touch you. Their main purpose is to try and communicate with you. They are bound to earth because perhaps an emotional bound, or significant event happened there. They can be playful, mischievous, and bothersome.

Poltergeists: Poltergeists are often a spirits that combine different actions over time. They interact by moving objects, throwing objects, screaming, banging objects, and opening or closing objects. These events grow over time with more and more intensity. They can be either somewhat aggressive or negative. Poltergeists also appear and disappear without reason. Some groups believe that poltergeists feed off of the emotions of the people that they surround. 

Demonic Apparitions: inhuman appearances and powers among humans. They are usually strong, forceful and almost super-human. They can attack, injure, appear and speak to people.. They have been thought of being anything from a human like figure to an animal-human combination. They are known to walk, fly, disappear, and whatever they wish. 

Crisis Apparitions: Apparitions of the dying or recently dead (usually less than twelve hours, but as much as 24-48 hours). This category commonly involves one-time visits to someone with the apparition has emotional ties. Though the encounter usually seems to be a type of farewell, sometimes important and useful information is relayed. Though dying is the most common crisis, other life-threatening situations can also trigger apparitional visits.

Apparitions of the Dead:These are apparitions of people who have generally been dead longer than 12-48 hours.  There are two subsets:  Those that make one or several visits to someone (they may not have known this person while alive). The very rare cases of apparitions that linger for months or years around a particular location or person.