When Evil stalks upon the land / I’ll neither hold nor stay me hand / But fight to win a better day
featuring muses from history and Age of Sail | written by: Tish
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When Evil stalks upon the land / I’ll neither hold nor stay me hand / But fight to win a better day
featuring muses from history and Age of Sail | written by: Tish
Some More Favorite TURN Things
When Sackett introduces Ben and Caleb to his workshop and Caleb instantly transforms into Level Five Excited Little Boy, eagerly investigating everything and poking at all the toys, while Ben’s attempts at resistance fail and he steadily transforms into a restrained model of Level Three Point Oh Excited Little Boy and also pokes at the toys
Ben’s entire interview with *Gamble Voice* Arthur Sutherland *normal voice* being completely golden and indescribable. The sarcastic tone? Ben saying “Oh dear”. Peak.
Caleb being about to leave and Ben being like “Wait” and going in for a hug. The mutual shoulder-clasp afterward, the cheek-pat from Caleb. 10/10 would rewind and watch over and over and over and over and over and over and ov
That teeny tiny minuscule “sir” from Ben as Washington breezes past him on his mission to both expose Bill Shanks and embarrass the living hell out of Ben. Not a fun moment but it’s a quality Sir, an aesthetic Sir, even. On level with the tiny “caleb” of S2E1.
“Edmund Hewlett, the Devil Incarnate” i’m wheezing
Ben’s cape, tu sais ce que je dis ?
Ben’s tendency to hold and/or fidget with the edge of said cape.
Sackett playing Bad Cop and getting Ben to play Worse Cop as they convince Bill Shanks that lie detector tests have actually been invented. Further, the entirety of Sackett and Ben in that scene.
Ben’s voice when he goes “Sir, Please!” and risks life and limb actually grabbing Washington’s arm.
The way Ben says “Trust” #bury-me
When Caleb shows Ben The Turtle and Ben not only seriously thinks they can get three people in that thing but is also obviously at Restrained Level Eleven Excited Little Boy really, really, really wanting to go for a ride in a dangerous underwater contraption into the heart of enemy territory on the single most pirate-y mission ever
No seriously he clearly thinks The Turtle is SO COOL and is For It until Caleb tells him he can’t come along bless his heart
*gently* the way Ben says “Abraham” when he’s in Despair Event Horizon in Valley Forge <.<
The fact that Mr. Sackett, prior to playing Bad Cop/Worse Cop, had to look Ben Tallmadge in the eyes and tell him “We’re going to tell Shanks that if I put his hand in this, it will detect his heartbeat and tell us if he’s lying, but might also break his fingers. You get to be the one to tell him, do try to make it convincing.”
The look Ben definitely gave him before rolling with it
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ben and caleb + bickering
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“So, I have my Annie, and you, Benny boy, have your Mary.”
Caleb Brewster in 3.03 // Benediction
“A solitary man wanders the streets of a city, restless with indecision. As he tumbles down a rabbit hole of seedy dive bars, half deserted streets and shots of whiskey, time fractures – and it seems he might be destined to walk these streets forever.”
Born in 1750, Abraham Woodhull, conversely, preferred farming the land and was more than happy not to go gallivanting around the world hunting sperm whales. Despite his appearance as a placid man of toil, Woodhull was inwardly a distinctly odd bird, whereas Brewster was a simpler soul. Both men were patriotic, but in no letter of his correspondence did Brewster ever evince much dislike of the British: One gets the feelings that he was partly in the game because it was fun. Woodhull, on the other hand, turned into a fierce, if outwardly circumspect, partisan, often writing how greatly he loathed his overlords. He derived pleasure from tricking and betraying them secretly.
Washington’s Spies by Alexander Rose
1. Love the description of Abe as “a distinctly odd bird”
2. Caleb’s just here to have a good time and set something on fire and I support him
(via ushistorytrash)
girls don’t want boys
girls want superbly efficient plainclothes spy Benjamin Tallmadge fighting Queen’s Rangers interspersed with caring deeply about his two best friends
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“It’s good to finally make your acquaintance, Lieutenant.” Washington replied and then offered his officer a seat in front of his desk, before retaking his own. It humored him in a way to think that his son and his friends had all ended up in this war together. He hadn’t originally took to the idea of his only son enlisting in the military, knowing what dangers that he would surely face as HIS son. Being a soldier was already a dangerous enough job, but having the last name WASHINGTON, would make him a target, more so than all of the rest of the men out on the battlefield. The ambush had been too close of a call and he knew that he must do something more to protect him.
Out of all of the mistakes that he had made with Benjamin, as a father, at least Setauket had been able to give him an abundance of loyal friends… and despite everything, Benjamin had followed into his footsteps. Washington wouldn’t have known what to do with himself if he had become a loyalist to the crown. How could he have fought his son?
“Benjamin has the utmost confidence in you. However, this job will be asking you to make a lot of sacrifices of yourself.“ Washington’s voice became more and more serious as he spoke. "Are you fully prepared to take on all that it requires of you? He may, eventually, become a target because of who he is… I trust that he has already informed you?”
“It’s an honour to make yours, sir,” he replied before sitting down. It was a challenge to keep his foot from bouncing, or just to remain straight backed under the general’s gaze. For Ben, Caleb repeated in his mind. Make a good impression.
“Captain Tallmadge did reveal his true parentage to me. I am well aware of the danger that, if word got out, he would be in. I am also prepared to do what is necessary to keep him safe.”
Ben was his dearest friend. This revelation did not change anything besides making Caleb rethink the spontaneity by which he had lived his life thus far. Whether or not he was awarded the position of Life Guard, Caleb could no longer afford to be reckless with his own life. Ben was more important than any reward rash action would give.
“To be honest, sir, I have been ready to do that since we were boys. Even if he wasn’t your son, I would still gladly give my life for his.”
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The stress of living camp was starting to plateau with Mary. She was believing what the other women in camp were saying - that she would adjust to her new life here. It was nothing like Setauket, but it was livable.
At the moment. Mary was just settling Thomas down for a nap. He had been cranky for the entire morning and nap-time could not have come faster. Mary prayed Caleb’s voice would not wake up the child. She gently placed a blanket over Thomas, then turned to her childhood friend who obviously was drunk. She was about three feet away from him and she could smell the rum on him as if she were shoulder to shoulder with him.
She ran her hands slowly down the sides of her skirt and with soft eyes, nodded to him. “Of course you can. I just put Thomas down for a nap. Can we speak outside?”
Caleb did not dare to speak further and wake up the little boy. Instead he gave her a nod and waited outside for her. The women who passed him gave him a strange look before continuing on their way. He ignored their stares, his feet shifting constantly until Mary joined him.
“I just wanted t-t’....see how you and Thomas are gettin’ on. If there was...anythin’ you were needin’.”
Bringing them to camp was only part of fulfilling Caleb’s need to keep them safe. To have them arrive only to starve or get sick later would not do at all. He owed the woman before him a great deal.
Like a despondent puppy the dragonet was laying across Caleb's cot. His wings were draped out to the sides and tail hanging down over the edge. He was normally a bright patriotic blue but had dulled down to a colour closer to grey, eyes a distressed yellow. Talth was broadcasting his depressed mood far to the whole camp, feeling a loss of purpose.
That sense of loss tinged the excitement over the victory at Yorktown. Finally! The end they had sought, sacrificed, and worked for had been won. A harder question loomed over the victors; what next? For the colonies? And, for themselves?
Caleb had started to ponder the answer to the last question. He had gone from whaling to artilleryman to courier for a spy ring. Now what was he to do? This dark feeling of uncertainty grew stronger as he came closer to his tent.
“I hope you aren’ plannin’ on leavin’ me just because it’s over.”
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Talth’s multifaceted eyes lifted as Caleb opened the tent flap. His anxiety spiked drastically, fear of loss joining his depression. Quiet suddenly the lizard was a blur of motion, jumping from the cot into the whaler’s arms, eyes bright and fearful.
No!
How could he?! Caleb was all he’d known, having hatched in the man’s hands after his egg was stolen, being hand raised and trained from that moment. The dragonet’s wings spread like a hug, his tail around the man’s waist and his head draped over Caleb’s shoulder. He keened, a high pitched sound, begging to not be sent away.
“Alrigh’, alrigh’. Shhh.” The whaler cooed, his large hand pulling the dragonet close. “Of course I don’ want you to go away. It was a joke. A poor joke. I’m sorry, Talth.”
The overwhelming sense of panic faded slightly, but Caleb continued his rhythmic strokes along Talth’s back. “Do we settle down, or find some new adventure to embark on?”
The two choices stood before the pair: A traditional life with a home, wife and kids, or seek and seize the next opportunity to continue the life he’s known.
(I'm thinking about making a keturah blog but your the best uncle Caleb ) the little girl grinned up at the taller man. A mischievous smile on her face. "Uncle Caleb , you look like those handsome pirates that my brother read stories about . Mabye we can cause something - mischievous. I'm tired of wearing dresses and having to have manners"
Keturah had inherited much of her mother’s strong will. Caleb was always taken aback to see the same fierce look of determined independence on the girl. It was if he was younger and staring at Anna. A burst of laughter rumbled in his chest.
“Tha’s a compliment I never expected to hear out of the mouth of a Strong. Are you flatterin’ me so I’ll take you somewhere?”
He crouched to her level. The leather of his coat creaking with the movement.
“Havin’ manners isn’t about actin’ polite. It’s bein’ polite. Kindness will get you farther than strength. Treat others as you would want to be treated.” A wry grin appeared. “Unless the other person is trying to hurt you. Then you show him your strength.”
@wardniner on Twitter discovered this tragic gem. Two days later I’m still sad.
"Speaking of girls, Caleb." Jaw set, Ben stood at his shoulder. "Thomas had some interesting things to say to me earlier today about Uncle Caleb and chasing girls."
Caleb shrugged his shoulders, the corners of his lips twitching in spasm of slyness. “He did? What sort o’ tales did he tell you? Keep in mind whose son he is. Woody’s habit for takin’ a bit o’ license may have been passed down to the boy.”
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The twitch and the shrug only made Ben’s mouth draw into a line. “About how surely Uncle Caleb’s mother wouldn’t like he way he chases and flirts with all the girls.” “Do you want Mary to catch him doing that, or for him to repeat to her about what Uncle Caleb is teaching him?”
“Ah, see? Told you he was exaggerating. It’s not all the girls, just the pretty ones.”
A broad grin finally emerged from beneath the beard. It was fun to make women smile and giggle. There was a challenge in trying to make their plump cheeks turn red with coyness. Not that straight-laced Tallmadge would understand that.
“I don’t think Thomas will be doin’ that. He’s got too much of his father in him. No, mark me, Sprout will find one girl that he’ll spend his time tryin’ to impress and win over.”
Am I the only one who thought “Uncle Caleb”?
I just have one piece of advice: don’t miss.
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