i have been on god's green earth for coming on two decades and i STILL can't drink anything carbonated without dissolving into a chokey spluttery MESS :(
OKAY A PROMPTTT: Levi is a boat captain a long time ago during the age of exploration, and Hanji stows away on his boat because she wants to travel the world and find STRANGE CREATURES, and Levi catches her and they fall in love (:P sorry if you dont like the prompt i dont even know)
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I FREAKED OUT WHEN I GOT YOUR REQUEST! I LOVED THE IDEA!! (Sorry for tweaking it a bit though but I hope you like it! **Puts whole heart and soul writing this**) But if ever the government thinks I’m plotting on taking over the world after searching geography, war positions and the navy, its all on you joke :P. Anyways, PLEASE ENJOY AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING THIS FIC.
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Stow Away (LeviHan - Sailing)
Theme: Captain Levi and Stow Away
Rating: PG
Warning: Curse Words, Eye Water? Maybe, Graphic Depictions of Violence (is this considered nsfw?)
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A ‘tsk’ escaped his lips as the soles of his boots padded down the dock, making a rhythmic sound as he went forward. He didn’t hate being on the sea, he just hated this particular port. The seagulls seamed to have a fiesta every time he was close by. He hated it how he learned to play tag with dropping crap, and the fish slaps from fishermen passing by. He considered the stench of mixed seafood and sweat just a bonus of the hell he is in. The harbor had been alive for more than a decade, and it wasn’t even close to ‘well kept’.
“Captain Levi” he whipped his head to the direction of the call to become face to face with one of his first mates, Petra. “We have finished packing, the ship is ready depart any moment” she reported.
“Not bad” he replied “The sooner we leave, the sooner we can make it back to London” He slapped his cap over his head, and made his way back to the S.S. Wings of Freedom.
The assignment had been fairly simple, ship the trade from the Philippines back to the British land. They would be carrying back a large sum of spices, fruits and other goods from the asian country as per Erwin’s orders. He just hated how small the port was, comparing to where the S.S. WOF would dock back in Britain. His subordinated knew that the Captain hated a filthy space, Eren, one of the younger lads, would volunteer to start cleaning and gathering everyone else as soon as word got to them that the Captain would be back in a few days.
He closed the door of the bridge and was greeted by his Co-captain, Mike Zacharias. The man had been sleeping with his feet on the deck much to his dismay. He shoved his legs away and wiped away any remaining dirt with his handkerchief before sitting down on his own seat. Heaven knows he didn’t do well with the tall blonde, it was Erwin’s decision to put them together for the mission. Something to do with the distance they have to cover, and better instincts. Mike’s sense of smell was beyond formidable, and he wasn’t sure what they would need it for, but Erwin insisted they would.
“Morning short grump” Mike stirred and sat upright finally awake while Levi only gave him a scowl at the nickname.
“Its already four in the afternoon” he ‘tsked’
“Ahh, all cargo ready to go and sail?” Mike
“Petra said so. Just waiting for the damn anchor to be lifted then I could get out of this shitty port” he complained.
“Nothing like the smell of seagull crap” the man joked while he just groaned, earning a small laugh from his current partner.
“Captain! we are good to go!” Eld alerted from the deck.
He put the key for the ship in its rightful place while Mike worked with the buttons. He had pulled down the lever to start the propeller and finally, hoisted the steam so it could raise power to undock, and give the signal that the ship was about to go. Mike had rung the bell while he carefully steered away into the deep ocean. It was going to take a week or two to travel by sea, excluding weather circumstances and water conditions. He braced himself for the long ass travel by actually picking up new novels before he left London. He had already finished more than a half on the way to the Philippines, and he wasn’t sure if his tea supply would also last for the travel.
He groaned slumping further down his chair with his sudden realization. He could’ve gotten some ginger tea down the market of their previous location even if it was bloody hell and unhygienic path. It could’ve at least got him through the agony of sailing across borders with a man he didn’t like much.
“You can take a rest first” Mike spoke. “I slept through the whole job while you commanded in loading the cargo. Get some rest” he offered.
“Make sure you won’t get this boat sunken down after hitting an ice berg” he warned.
“Yeah, I’ll wake you up once we reach the icy borders of Beijing” the man laughed.
“Levi!” he was awaken by the loud booming voice of his co-captain. He sat down properly with a groan before facing the man who woke him up with a scowl.
He was sure he wasn’t even able to sleep a good two hours judging from how dark the sky got. It would be five- thirty to six in the evening now, the sky looking dead and starless. He wished he could’ve gotten more sleep, yet he didn’t. He rarely got any sleep anyway, even at home. His bed could not comfort him, yet oddly, the sound of the soft waves crashing the boat, and the steady rocking of the sea made him comfortable, even in a chair. This was one of the reasons he became a captain, the solitude of the sea was something he always wanted.
“Levi it stinks” the man complained yet kept his eyes down the wheel.
“Have we reached Beijing this early?”
“Not yet, but he are near, I couldn’t let go of the wheel as per your order awhile ago not to sink this ship-” he explained. “-But it really stinks”
“Maybe you accidentally crapped you pants”
“This isn’t the time for shit jokes Levi! I’m serious” Mike shot back, eyebrows furrowing even more.
This was one more thing he didn’t like about Mike. The man didn’t get his sense of humor.
“Where does your k9 senses point to then?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Mixed with the scent of watermelon”
He grabbed a lamp closest to him and lit the flame.
“Just make sure the boat doesn’t hit shit” he hissed before leaving the bridge.
He passed by the kitchen where he heard laughter. Everyone must’ve gathered in there like they always did. He peeked in to find his first mates and a few of Mike’s all gathered together and eating the rations they have prepared before leaving the mother land. Seeming so absorbed in their conversations about their own lives, he slowly closed the door without them even noticing.
It was starting to feel cold as he went further down the ship. The cargo laid at the bottom, where the cold water would already be touching the exterior. It was the most convenient place for storage. The right temperature, and the biggest space. It was also the darkest spot of the boat, devoid of any light except when a lamp is lit. They would not risk burning the load nor the boat itself so they never left any sort of flame in the area.
His boots made a rhythmic sound against the metal as he went down. His sense of smell might not be as strong as Mike’s, but his hearing was quick. It wouldn’t even take any supersonic hearing to know that something indeed moved. It was shuffling, and then the sound of something mushing, probably pounding food or chewing.
He tried his best to be quiet, tiptoeing through the dark and lowering his fire so he wouldn’t startle whatever was moving down the load. He passed walls of crates and some sacks before lowering down further and peaking. A piece of black cloth moved with the shadows, hair coming out of all directions peaking from above. He wasn’t quite sure if what he was seeing was human. It groaned while slathering watermelon juice all over the metal floor, head bobbing up and down while eating and leaking more juice.
He braced himself, bringing his pocket knife out and leaving the lamp on top of a crate. He counted up to ten while thinking of a plan. As if the thing sensed his presence, it stopped moving momentarily. He gripped his weapon tighter down his hand and prepared to burst down some light before attacking.
On the count of three, he turned the lamp bright and lunged at the hairy shadow. Instead of stabbing raw flesh, he stabbed a whole water melon, the shadow quick to move beside him. It cloaked its face further before drawing a similar looking knife to his but looked slathered with watermelon juice. He sure did not want to get stabbed by a dirty knife. He whipped backwards just as the shadow was about to slash him down. He tumbled backwards and adjusted his grip before lunging at the shadow, successfully making whatever it was, drop its weapon. He held its wrists right away and pinned tried to pin it down only to knock a few crates over making it regain stature and run for the knife. He already beat it down once, and he could do it again.
He prepared himself for the attacker’s next moves, yet it just tried to run, a stupid move in his opinion. It would not have anywhere to run to in the dark cargo, except to hide in the shadows and wait for the right moment to his demise. Muttering curse words, he followed it right away. He took notice of the way it limped instead of running, it must’ve been injured when the crates fell. Wasting no time at all, he ran to it.
“Captain!” Just as Petra opened the door, the cloaked being swung forward, successfully wounding his left cheek. He hissed at the sudden pang of pain yet took the opportunity to twist its wrist that was right in front of him. He dropped its weapon back to the floor and slumped it down the floor.
Eld and Gin quickly came to his aid and held his opponent. He stood up and caught his breath, wiping away some blood that trickled down his face with his hand. The creature groaned, being faced into the light by Oluo who shoved a light in their direction. It lowered down its head, bringing the cloak further down to cover its face, yet Levi had enough of its shenanigans and removed the tattered cloth quite forcefully.
“I guess I’m caught” she spoke with a small laugh. Eld and Gin slowly but hesitantly loosen their grip only to earn a death glare from Levi.
“Oi! what is a stow away doing in here?” Oluo asked with an edge, trying to copy Levi like he always did. He shoved the light further into her face making her wince in the sudden brightness.
“Oluo!” Petra scolded, hitting the man on his nape.
“It was your jobs to make sure we only had fucking cargo in the ship” he growled at the two bickering duo. They only lowered their heads down in apology and stepped back. He directed his gaze back at the stow away who only looked at him with a stupid grin. “Shitty glasses” he scowled at her.
“Nice to see you too Captain Clean Freak”
“If you remembered, the 34th expedition which was reported to be run over by the Titan Pirates of Spain, I was actually a part of it and they most likely declared me dead like the others-” she explained before taking another bite of bread, crumbs spilling all over the table and some on the floor much to Levi’s dismay. “-But I actually made it out alive by swimming to the shores of Càdiz. And since then, I have been living by hoping from one ship to another in secret” she followed up eating the last bits of bread.
“You never got caught?” Lynne, one of Mike’s first mates asked.
“Never” she replied. “I used my knowledge and skills, but I didn’t expect to be found by someone I’ve trained with before” she directed her gaze with Levi.
“So you two really knew each other before?” This time, it was Gergel who asked while passing her a glass of water.
“yes” she nodded. “I joined the Navy training two years back before her did. We had a year of training together before I was finally sent to missions barely seeing him, then I was lost on my third one”
“But that does not explain how you boarded my ship in fucking Asia” Levi said as he stood in the corner with his arms crossed.
“I didn’t know it was your ship to be honest. The last time I’ve heard of you, you were just one of Erwin’s first mates, sailing with the Survey Corps battle ship and not some cargo boat”
“Then why were you in Asia? Did you decide to take a side trip and shit in the Philippines because your ass couldn’t hold it any longer?”
“We both know Erwin’s ass is bigger than his budget, count on him to do business like that” she laughed. “You never changed Levi”
“But Miss Hanji, why did you not go home right away when London is just one ride away from Càdiz?” Petra asked.
“Oi!” Levi hissed seeing that she suddenly perked up. She had a habit of never shutting up once you become interested of her whereabouts. There was surely no escape from her thoughts once you get caught up.
“Are you really that interested?” She smiled at the woman in front of her while propping her elbows down the table. Levi attempted to leave and turn his heels but she grabbed him right away. “You’re not leaving Levi” she gave him the stare. He sighed and sat down on one of the chairs, there was no escape.
“In the end, I was able to find three new species of Finches aside from those in Charles Darwin’s list, a new type of pitcher plans, was able to learn Spanish, Chinese and Russian, and had detailed notes about my travels. I can’t wait to get back home in England” she finished, yet everyone else seemed to be dozing off aside from Levi. “Did I say something wrong?” She furrowed her eyebrows looking at every single on of the people in the room who were snoozing.
“Your crazy brain rambled them to death again four eyes” he sipped his cup of tea that he had brewed a few moments ago while she spoke.
“So how were you while I was gone for about five years?” she asked him.
“fine for someone who has his ass burning, sitting down for days driving a ship” he earned a laugh from her.
“I never expected you to become a captain of an errand ship. I thought you’d be sailing the seas on expeditions together with Erwin, fighting for the British army on times of crisis. I see Mike had followed the same path as you too” she seemed lost in her thoughts.
“He isn’t an errand ship like I am. Erwin just insisted he comes with me for this trip” he explained
“I see” he noticed her wince as she tried to shift from foot to foot.
“Sorry about your shitty leg” He stood up, bringing down an emergency kit from one of the drawers of the kitchen.
“I can do it, we trained for first aid for ourselves anyway” she tried reaching out for the box, but Levi held it back.
“I’d rather take car of you” he knelt down in front of her and tended to her foot.
Comfortable silence had enveloped the two of them. Everything seemed quiet, except for the small snores the people around them had made. He focused on wrapping her injured foot while he looked at him, memorizing his every feature as if she had forgotten him after a long time.
“Let me take care of you too then” She placed a hand over his once he tucked the bandage snug. She brought out iodine and cotton from the box and lifted his face. He winced at the sudden contact but soon after grew accustomed to the pain. He had looked into her eyes, her eyes that seemed so warm and more like home. “Sorry” she muttered. “For everything” she finished cleaning his wound and secured a sterilized cloth over the scar.
“Welcome back” he replied before standing up and heading for the door. He stood still for a moment, feeling a sense of relief and happiness. After a long time, he now felt secure and safe.
“So you’ve found her?” Mike greeted him as soon as he reached the bridge. The sun starting to peak out of the bright blue ocean. “This is why you refused Erwin’s offer to make you a General isn’t it?” the man removed his gaze momentarily from the horizon and faced him. “You could have been one of the Commander’s Generals but instead, you passed the opportunity to me. Its to find her isn’t it?”
Flashbacks of the small unit that arrived on shore replayed back in his mind. From a whole galleon, the last fleet reduced into a small wooden boat. His eyes searched desperately for the eyes he loved the most though never admitted. He searched in the small crowd of twelve that all looked devastated, yet he never found her.
He searched for the most familiar face in the small boat, a boy she called Moblit, her assistant. “What Happened? Where is she?” he gripped the boy’s frail shoulders despite him being taller and asked, desperately hoping there would be a second batch of boats that had her with them, that she was alive.
“Sir Levi” the boy cried. He dropped his gripped and knelt on the sand, shoulders slumped and tears welling up his eyes.
“You knew that if you became a General, you’d be occupied commanding a fleet, going through war and gala’s instead of searching the whole world where she is. If you were a Captain, you’d go to different places for trades. You hoped she was still alive and just somewhere out there didn’t you?” Mike asked again.
“I just believed I’d make a decision I won’t regret” he replied, taking the wheel into his hands, more gentle than he normally would. He knew his strength could have been used in war far greater, yet was is a peaceful world if his heart would be in chaos?
(if it appears that i’m resharing old stuff or this has been shared just ignore me. my brain is doing the old I can’t remember thing even though all I have to do is probably check my history but //shrugs//)
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Release date: November 13th, 2015
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One of the most revered dub and reggae producers, Dennis Bovell has been leaving his mark on contemporary music for over 40 years. Born in Barbados, Bovell moved to south London at the age of 12 and by his late teens had started a musical trajectory that profoundly influenced Britain’s emerging roots, lovers rock, soundsystem and dub cultures. As a musician, songwriter and producer, Bovell spearheaded the seminal British reggae acts Linton Kwesi Johnson and Matumbi and was notably involved in the late 70’s UK punk/post-punk scene as the producer for The Slits, The Pop Group and Orange Juice. Dennis has also worked with Marvin Gaye, Ryuchi Sakamoto, Fela Kuti and most recently Joss Stone.
Both under his own name and the moniker "Blackbeard," Dennis has created a striking oeuvre of dub albums (“I Wah Dub,” “Strictly Dub Wize,” “LKJ in Dub”) and has been involved with countless dub mixes and dubwise collaborations. In 2012, he released the acclaimed dub collection "Mek It Run" and in 2014, contributed dub versions of songs by Samba Toure and Tamikrest to the Glitterbeat Records compilation: "Dubs & Versions I."
Glitterbeat Records is very proud to release Dennis Bovell’s latest dub installment, “Dub 4 Daze,” an album that deeply mines Bovell’s inspired catalog of rhythms and sounds. Dennis describes the material as: “a collection of different dub mixes I found buried in my archive, and a few newly mixed cuts, done after re-exploring some earlier recorded material. I baked some 2" masters, transferred them to digital and mixed them using an analogue desk.”
