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Just some lady who is lost between a vast expanse between reality and fantasy. Writing blog @romances-not-tragedies

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In my opinion the uncertainty of this portion makes it one of the scariest parts of Dracula. It’s in the creeping unease that seems to haunt Mina at all times, and in the trite, but deliberate mentions of Lucy’s sleepwalking and the hope that her health keeps up, in the cuts to the isolation and fear aboard the Demeter as they come up every morning to find another man gone, and mr swales’s stories of suicides at sea…

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Happy "But I am captain" day for those who celebrate

Or not...

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 I may not have time to act.... If we are wrecked, mayhap this bottle may be found, and those who find it may understand; if not, ... well, then all men shall know that I have been true to my trust. 

CAPTAIN!

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But I am captain, and I must not leave my ship. But I shall baffle this fiend or monster, for I shall tie my hands to the wheel when my strength begins to fail, and along with them I shall tie that which He—It!—dare not touch; and then, come good wind or foul, I shall save my soul, and my honour as a captain. I am growing weaker, and the night is coming on. If He can look me in the face again, I may not have time to act.... If we are wrecked, mayhap this bottle may be found, and those who find it may understand; if not, ... well, then all men shall know that I have been true to my trust. God and the Blessed Virgin and the saints help a poor ignorant soul trying to do his duty....

The captain is still steadfast until the end

Dracula could never!

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4 August—Still fog, which the sunrise cannot pierce. I know there is sunrise because I am a sailor, why else I know not. I dared not go below, I dared not leave the helm; so here all night I stayed, and in the dimness of the night I saw It—Him!

HE SAW DRACULA OH GOD HE FUCKING SAW DRACULA

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Now let us check on our friends at Dracula Daily

At the Demeter:

3 August.—At midnight I went to relieve the man at the wheel, and when I got to it found no one there. The wind was steady, and as we ran before it there was no yawing. I dared not leave it, so shouted for the mate. After a few seconds he rushed up on deck in his flannels. He looked wild-eyed and haggard, and I greatly fear his reason has given way.

Oh no....

"It is here; I know it, now. On the watch last night I saw It, like a man, tall and thin, and ghastly pale. It was in the bows, and looking out. I crept behind It, and gave It my knife; but the knife went through It, empty as the air." And as he spoke he took his knife and drove it savagely into space. Then he went on: "But It is here, and I'll find It. It is in the hold, perhaps in one of those boxes. I'll unscrew them one by one and see. You work the helm."

He can't hurt those big boxes: they are invoiced as "clay," and to pull them about is as harmless a thing as he can do. So here I stay, and mind the helm, and write these notes. I can only trust in God and wait till the fog clears. Then, if I can't steer to any harbour with the wind that is, I shall cut down sails and lie by, and signal for help....

IT'S IN THE BOXES, CHECK THE BOXES

It is nearly all over now. Just as I was beginning to hope that the mate would come out calmer—for I heard him knocking away at something in the hold, and work is good for him—there came up the hatchway a sudden, startled scream, which made my blood run cold, and up on the deck he came as if shot from a gun—a raging madman, with his eyes rolling and his face convulsed with fear. "Save me! save me!" he cried, and then looked round on the blanket of fog. His horror turned to despair, and in a steady voice he said: "You had better come too, captain, before it is too late. He is there. I know the secret now. The sea will save me from Him, and it is all that is left!" Before I could say a word, or move forward to seize him, he sprang on the bulwark and deliberately threw himself into the sea. I suppose I know the secret too, now. It was this madman who had got rid of the men one by one, and now he has followed them himself. God help me! How am I to account for all these horrors when I get to port? When I get to port! Will that ever be?

NOOOOO DRACULA IS HERE

Meanwhile...

3 August.—Another week gone, and no news from Jonathan, not even to Mr. Hawkins, from whom I have heard. Oh, I do hope he is not ill. He surely would have written. I look at that last letter of his, but somehow it does not satisfy me. It does not read like him, and yet it is his writing. There is no mistake of that. Lucy has not walked much in her sleep the last week, but there is an odd concentration about her which I do not understand; even in her sleep she seems to be watching me. She tries the door, and finding it locked, goes about the room searching for the key.

Mina: I miss Jonathan, there's something odd in this letter, Lucy has not sleepwalked but she's trying to leave the room.

[vacantgodling]

today is me and my partner’s 9 year anniversary 💛

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donations have slowed and i have a real urgent need unfortunately.

as some of you may know i am a doordash driver to try and make ends meet. it’s not a great gig but it’s something and at that point ill take what i can get. however, i’ve been running into issues with my phone specifically due to its battery life. right now my car has only wired navigational capabilities and having my phone plugged in for long periods of time has been frying my battery. i dont have the money to get a new phone, so the next best thing is replacing the battery which would cost around $90. furthermore, to get an adaptor that allows me to forgo wires in the future, i need $55 dollars. in total to continue to work and make ends meet i need about $145. this would greatly aid in my quest to git gud this shit so i can try and play catch up with everything we’re behind on.

thank you for reading 💛

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[duskodair]

sitting in Whitby Abbey rn and having now walked the route of Mina's midnight run to rescue Lucy, I have to say that Johnathan Harker married a fucking athlete. It is a long way and it is steep and cobblestoned through a maze of streets where she was avoiding any people who were out in the night. what a legend

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Also Mina:

Dear Jonathan,

Where the hell are you!?

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One more gone. Lord, help us! Mate says we must be past Straits of Dover, as in a moment of fog lifting he saw North Foreland, just as he heard the man cry out. If so we are now off in the North Sea, and only God can guide us in the fog, which seems to move with us; and God seems to have deserted us.

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Today in Dracula Daily

We look at our friends at the Demeter:

Two days of fog, and not a sail sighted. Had hoped when in the English Channel to be able to signal for help or get in somewhere. Not having power to work sails, have to run before wind.

No one is okay.

We seem to be drifting to some terrible doom. 

Men are beyond fear, working stolidly and patiently, with minds made up to worst. They are Russian, he Roumanian.

I still don't know what being Romanian have to do with it.

Meanwhile...back to our girl Mina Murray at Whitby:

He is evidently the Sir Oracle of them, and I should think must have been in his time a most dictatorial person. He will not admit anything, and downfaces everybody. If he can't out-argue them he bullies them, and then takes their silence for agreement with his views. Lucy was looking sweetly pretty in her white lawn frock; she has got a beautiful colour since she has been here. I noticed that the old men did not lose any time in coming up and sitting near her when we sat down. She is so sweet with old people; I think they all fell in love with her on the spot. Even my old man succumbed and did not contradict her, but gave me double share instead.

Even the old men cannot help but love Lucy because she is the sweetest person there is.

Look here all around you in what airt ye will; all them steans, holdin' up their heads as well as they can out of their pride, is acant—simply tumblin' down with the weight o' the lies wrote on them, 'Here lies the body' or 'Sacred to the memory' wrote on all of them, an' yet in nigh half of them there bean't no bodies at all; an' the memories of them bean't cared a pinch of snuff about, much less sacred. Lies all of them, nothin' but lies of one kind or another!

Mr. Swales decides to go "real talk" about the dead. Interesting about the "half of them there bean't no bodies at all" which makes me wonder if it is coincidence or actual foreshadowing.

Lucy and I sat awhile, and it was all so beautiful before us that we took hands as we sat; and she told me all over again about Arthur and their coming marriage. That made me just a little heart-sick, for I haven't heard from Jonathan for a whole month.

GIVE MINA HER JONATHAN BACK!

I came up here alone, for I am very sad. There was no letter for me. I hope there cannot be anything the matter with Jonathan.

GIVE JONATHAN BACK TO MINA! GIVE HIM BACK TO HER!

The band on the pier is playing a harsh waltz in good time, and further along the quay there is a Salvation Army meeting in a back street. Neither of the bands hears the other, but up here I hear and see them both. I wonder where Jonathan is and if he is thinking of me! I wish he were here.

JUST GIVE JONATHAN BACK TO MINA OKAY

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Let us now check on our good friends at the Demeter

30 July.—Last night. Rejoiced we are nearing England. Weather fine, all sails set.

Retired worn out; slept soundly; awaked by mate telling me that both man of watch and steersman missing. Only self and mate and two hands left to work ship.

[ostolero]

[vallustrate]

saw a pic on Pinterest and my brain IMMEDIATELY went “that’s literally Mina and Jonathan” so I had to draw it sorry not sorry

here’s the reference pic btw :3

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My babiiiiiieeeeeeees

This drawing

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Now the crew members of the Demeter is slowly disappearing

One by one

The Captain and other crew members:

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Mina taking one look at that one line letter and going "that's not MY man," like oh you know these two were in the habit of writing each other absolute novels detailing every SINGLE thing that happened while they were apart.

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Meanwhile, back at the Demeter...

Captain did a single-watch for the night

Then the only one found there was the steersman

The second mate is gone

WHAT

So the Captain and another mate decide to go out armed

WHAT

WHAT

WHAT