DEATHLESS SEA

WHERE BIG GODS TRY AND FAIL TO FIND THE BANDIT VEIN.

[spervier]

@SPERVIER:   PRIVATE WRITING BLOG FOR CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW OF THE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN FRANCHISE,  RECAST / REIMAGINED / RETOLD BY VINN.   INFO & VERSES.

HEAVY FOCUS PUT ON THE MYTHICAL ASPECT OF DISNEY’S INTERPRETATION OF THE GOLDEN AGE OF PIRACY; PLEASE CONSULT THE LINK ABOVE FOR A DEEPER INSIGHT ON MY TAKE ON THE CHARACTER. MAJOR TROPES & SOURCES OF INSPIRATION ARE: AGE OF SAIL MEDIA (BLACK SAILS, ASSASSIN’S CREED BLACK FLAG), GREEK MYTHOLOGY, THE ODYSSEY, MELVILLE’S MOBY DICK, THE PIRATE FROM SEA-BANDIT TO ROMANTIC HERO, HISTORY IS WRITTEN BY THE OUTCASTS, AMC’S THE TERROR, MAHMOUD DARWISH’S POETRY. 

  VINN, 1997, SHE/HER.  /  BLOGS:  SHIELDEUS & VINDURI.

[daweyt]

WE ARE THE FORGOTTEN ORPHANS WHO ONLY KNOW DIVINITY THROUGH THE EMBRACE OF THE RAGING SEA.

Stormy Sea, by Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky // Sand and Foam, by Gibran Khalil Gibran // The Mediterranean in the Ancient World, by Fernand Braudel // Irene, by Simon Harsent / The Invading Surf, by Frederick Judd Waugh // I Lived the Beloved Name, by Odysseus Elytis // The Silt Verses: Chapter 15 // Bering Sea During a Storm // Hong Kong in the late 1970s, Sai Kung.

[cadmusfly]

"Seamen have always dwelt on the fringes of settled society. The Greeks hesitated whether to count them among the living or the dead, and eighteenth century Englishmen were not so much better informed." Rodger, Nicholas AM. The wooden world: an anatomy of the Georgian navy. London: Collins, 1986.

[spervier]

a mythic wreck,   asoiaf au.

in my asoiaf/got/hotd verse, the brethren court is a confederation of pirates from all over the known world who, much like in the original potc canon, came together and are bound by a set of rules that regulate their specific brand of piracy. so, the pirates who abide these rules are different from any other. shipwreck cove is located on one of the thousand isles of braavos, but few know precisely where or how to reach it, which places it out of braavosi jurisdiction—the sealords of braavos tolerate them for the most part, unless their interests are damaged.

the brethren court is made up of so-called pirate lords. they're not really lords or even nobility, they are nine pirates with high influential/decision power who are typically doing their own thing, but can come together and call for a reunion if a threat arises. they are often quite powerful, renowned pirates with fleets at their command—and they have divided the seas into "seats" much like the noble houses control different zones of westeros. jack sparrow is the pirate lord of the summer sea. lordship is not inherited but either claimed by murder of a previous pirate lord, or passed down from one to another. jack was given the title by his lover, esmeralda.

jack is the son of ed teague, a pirate lord from tyrosh. he was born during a storm in the summer sea, and the rumors whisper that teague made a deal with a southern god to save his ship and crew by paying the price of his newborn son. if you mention this in front of jack, he will laugh in your face. 

among the things jack sparrow is famous for, there’s also the fact that he owns a mysterious compass which is said to point to the thing one desires most in the world. no one knows exactly where he got it. with jack’s fame comes that of his ship as well, the black pearl—the fastest ship in the world. a black hull with half-shredded black sails, always harnessing favorable winds no matter how hostile the weather may be. 

i don’t have the specifics of each book square for jack, but it’s more or less established that his involvement in mainland politics will become bigger as the plot progresses. at some point he hears word of the dragon queen’s conquests in the east, and will be tempted to go have a look himself. it’s all open for plotting. 

[lapassionbeatrice]

You turned my life into a children's tale / where shipwrecks and death / are an excuse for beloved ceremonies.

from 'Acknowledgment' - Alejandra Pizarnik (trans. Yvette Siegert)

[spervier]

jack sleeps and swims and f✨cks with his jewelry on

[antigonick]

“—but the sea itself has no character just this horrible thirst goes on creeping over the stones and shrinking away—”

— Alice Oswald, Nobody

[spervier]

@middener:    stay.  i’ll tell you a story.

 it’s a poor excuse but it moves jack to tenderness. not pity, but something more visceral that he wasn’t taught enough of a poet’s refined speech to eloquently describe, swims in the jade-green glance that sweeps across the crew’s quarters. this is not his place, but it belongs to him. in some kind of way that answers to intimacy rather than possession. the ship is silent and desert and dark; everywhere the boards moan and the shades gently rock, like the belly of a sleeping whale. all the men are ashore. if he looks at the flickering line of lights girdling the beach, jack is almost certain he could hear the sounds of their feasting and tell each voice from another. he should have joined, but moments of melancholy are rare at sea—wise men, and jack sparrow knows he is one, have learned to savor them. 

 in the dark he’s sharing his liquor with estel. or he’s made to believe so. he might be the only one who is drinking, happily, like the uncouth young lad who learned from seasoned sailors how to let the amber wine trickle down his throat like a real man. estel watches him sometimes, and sometimes accepts what he’s offered, but jack’s pressure is quick and shallow. brings bad luck, seasoned sailors would also say, drinkin’ alone. 

    “heard my men say you tell such good ones you moved them to tears.”

 he smiles sinuously. estel, he’s noticed, hardly responds to flattery.   “i expect to have my heart broken by sunrise if i am to keep indulging you instead of joining the feast ashore.”

[perlanera]

personals dni.

[notmorbid]

pretend i'm dead.

dialogue prompts from pretend i’m dead by jen beagin.

sorry. i’ve made you uncomfortable with my creepy honesty.

would you care for a bear claw?

if god gives you lemons, find a new god.

i’m going to miss you. i miss you already.

you’re not even here. where are you right now?

do you live in a commune or something?

i wasn’t born like this, you know.

what’s your least favorite word?

i’ve always felt a weird affinity for monotony and repetition.

i make my living as a thief.

you smell like hope.

let’s embrace our lone wolf status.

all i ask is that you try not to judge me.

i don’t think we’re done with each other yet, do you?

could you come over? just for five minutes? i’m freaking out.

that’s why i took so many notes. i knew you’d want to know exactly what happened.

since when do you care about dying?

stay. i’ll read you a story.

i read your diary.

i fully want to make out with you again.

i’m like, totally lost without you.

i apologize for the tragic ending.

loneliness is a presence you can feel in your body.

i don’t have anyone making deals with the devil for me.

there’s something supernatural about you.

i don't like being pushed around by something i can't see.

i'm sorry. i'm just joking around, it's a defense mechanism.

you are what you talk about.

feelings are just stories. they have a beginning and an end.

don't be so sure my family wants to hear from me.

sometimes i think you make this shit up on the fly.

were you hitting on me last night?

you run like you're being chased by a demon.

you've always been good at pretending like nothing happened.

you're not ready yet. but i'll be here when you are.

it wasn't your fault. you know that, right?

what do you say? can we keep each other's secrets for a while?

which secret do you want me to keep?

hearing about myself in the past is like hearing about some other person.

god, you have a mean bone.

why are you lying?

honest to god, does that excuse ever work?

stop stalling and look at me.

when are you going to stop mocking me?

everyone has some psychic ability. you have to learn how to see first, and then you just read what you see.

do you know what it's like to be in love with someone who hates your guts?

i said i majored in ___, i never said i graduated.

i'm getting you out of here.

i've been thinking about whether or not to tell you something.

you know, there's a support group for people like you.

you and i have met for a reason.

you're either an optimist or a masochist.

just me, myself, and i. we bicker constantly.

i'll be your friend.

it was only a week, but it was the longest year of my life.

you ever own your part in anything. you make everyone else wear your shit.

i don't want a relationship. i want retribution.

[matrose]

watch this [walks into the ocean and the saltwater fills the hole in my chest cavity]

[zonnesproetje]

im just a normal girl . i sit near a body of water and immediately experience the entire range of human emotions

[unreadable]

[malojasnake]

— The Sea Mouse, by Mary Oliver

[spervier]

i've been thinking and thinking about this and i've made up my mind about wanting to replace the bits of greek mythology about jack with vedic mythology, specifically because i wish to pay respect to the fact that i'm using an indian fc whose culture i do not wish to overlook, because i am familiar with rigveda and because it is ancient enough to effectively fill the narrative holes that such a substitution would inevitably create. writing-wise, it's not a massive change. greek mythology remains an essential inspiration for my portrayal and my understanding of potc lore in general (which is, yknow, based on comprehensive polytheism anyway) but instead of being a vessel to the titan typhon, jack is bound to rudra, the rigvedic god of storms, equally ancient and equally vicious.

[spervier]

jack would rather not talk about his time working for the eic and only a very limited handful of individuals knows about it

[apoemaday]

Odysseus’ Decision

by Louise Glück

The great man turns his back on the island. Now he will not die in paradise nor hear again the lutes of paradise among the olive trees, by the clear pools under the cypresses. Time begins now, in which he hears again that pulse which is the narrative sea, at dawn when its pull is strongest. What has brought us here will lead us away; our ship sways in the tinted harbor water. Now the spell is ended. Give him back his life, sea that can only move forward.