deep fathom

New Year’s Day is one of my favorites off rep and it’s like nothing she’s ever written before? It doesn’t soar or ascend or climb or float or dance like some of her other love songs, but instead has these roots that strike so deep you’re pretty sure you’re reading the very foundation of her heart. It’s deeper than she’s ever gone because I genuinely don’t think she’s ever been here before.

And because the song is rooted in something so deep and so sure and so still, it’s full of a joy that’s the opposite of giddiness or fizziness. It’s full of gravity, peace, and something that, without being sad, is closer to sadness than excitement or ecstasy or words more commonly associated with joy. 

You can hear it the most when she sings “I’ll be cleaning up the bottles with you on New Year’s Day” and her voice breaks a little on the last word. It’s just a little, but in that break you catch a glimpse of everything that underlies and supports every other expression of love on the album. The break is everything you need to see how deep her (their) love goes, and so you cry because in the face of that, honestly what else can you do?


“You know of me all I can bear to be known.”

Silver may be cagey about his past, but these are some of the moments throughout the series in which I’ve stopped to wonder if John is speaking from a place of experience and hard-learned lessons.
Over Fathoms Deep - bittergreens - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 42/?
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Philip Anderson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper
Additional Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe - Historical, Historical, Boats and Ships, Sailor!John, Aristocrat!Sherlock, AU, Johnlock Trope Challenge, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Young!naive!Sherlock, Muscular!Sea-hardened!John, POV Sherlock Holmes, SailorLock, sailinglock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Virgin Sherlock, Anderson has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, Sherlock is a sad gay baby, boxing lessons, Sherlock’s Violin, sailor!lock, Sailing, First Kiss, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Top John Watson, Sherlock is a trembling gay flower petal, John is a golden god of sex, First Time, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Masturbation, Age of Sail, Regency, Threats of Violence, Threats of sexual violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, THIS STORY WILL HAVE THE HAPPIEST ENDING YOU CAN POSSIBLY STOMACH, but there will be angst and conflict along the way, and also lots and lots of sex


When the youngest son of the aristocratic Holmes family is shipped off to sea in an attempt to cure him of his poor temper and bad manners, he fully expects to spend a long tedious voyage as miserable as ever. What he does not count on is having his heart stolen by the strapping young crewman, John Watson.


NO! YOUR EYES DO NOT DECEIVE YOU! IT IS TRULY A **NEW** CHAPTER!!!!! *flings anchor-shaped confetti*

GO READ IT!!!!! :D :D :D 

‘Deep as Hell Kettles’
15.5x19.5 inches
Mixed media on watercolor paper

The Hell Kettles, three small circular ponds about seventeen feet deep near Darlington, have long been regarded with superstitious awe. Holinshead’s Chronicle reports:

There are certaine pittes or rather three little pools a myle from Darlington, and a quarter of a myle distant from the These [Tees] bankes, which ye people call the Kettles of hell, or the devil’s Ketteles, as if he should seethe souls of sinful men and women in them: they adde also that the spirites have oft been hearde to cry and yell about them…

It’s added that “the water is nowe and then warme,” and seventeenth century chronicler William Camden had heard the same - ‘“The common people tearme them Hel-Kettles, because the water in them by the Antiperistasis or reverberation of the cold aire striking thereupon, waxeth hot.”

But had Holinstead or Camden tested the water? Or had they simply heard the pits described in much the same terms as were used in 1634 by the Military Company, who dispatched “a captain, a lieutenant, and an ancient” on a survey and ultimately reported: ”The three admired deep pitts, called Hell Kettles, we left boiling by Darlington”? This might refer to heat or motion, as the kettles contain vigorous springs, and the water was certainly not hot in the nineteenth century, nor indeed at the turn of the seventeenth.

Camden had said that the pits were “of wonderful depth” and this was put to the test by “a very ingenious Gentleman” on behalf of Camden’s translator:

According to the promise which I made you, I went to sound the depth of Hell-Kettles near Darlington. The name of the bottomless pits made me provide myself with a line above a hundred fathoms long … but much smaller preparations would have served: for the deepest of them took but fifteen fathoms, or thirty yards of our line. I cannot imagine upon what grounds the people of the Country have supposed them to be bottomless…

That more than one person must have known that the Kettles were not very deep did nothing to dampen the belief that they were bottomless, and in the nineteenth century they were proverbial - “As Deep as Hell Kettles.” Regarding their origin, Camden was probably nearer the mark when he reported the belief of the wiser sort that they had come by the sinking down of the ground swallowed up in some earth-quake. This might have been the one described in a Chronicle from 1328:

1179. About Christmas, a wonderful and unheard of event fell out at Oxenhale [part of Darlington township], that …the ground rose up on high with such vehemence, that it was equal to the highest tops of mountains, and towered above the lofty pinnacles of the churches; and at that height remained from the ninth hour of the day to sunset. But at sunset it fell with so horrible a crash that it terrified all who saw that heap, and heard the noise of its fall, whence many died from that fear; for the earth swallowed it up, and caused in the same place a very deep pit.

Whether or not they were created thus in 1179, a tradition of an earthquake seems to lie behind a tale told here in the nineteenth century. According to some versions, the farmer who centuries ago owned the land was about to cart his hay on St Barnabas’s Day, and when reproved for this act of impiety replied:

“Barnaby yea, Barnaby nay,
A cart-load of hay, whether God will or nay!”

Instantly he, his carts and horses were swallowed up in the pools, where they can still be seen on a fine day with clear water, floating midway, many fathoms deep.






Ahem. So I now have the most authentic historical (and firsthand) knowledge about how OFD Sherlock would have tied his cravat (he favors the style on the left obviously, the Gordian Knot), and of course, most important of all, how sailor John UN-ties them… 😏😏😏


He’s so deeply insecure, through all the show. But from the moment the leg is gone, he sees himself as less.
Luke Arnold, Fathoms Deep Podcast

MERCUTIO : She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Over men’s noses as they lie asleep.
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
Her traces of the smallest spider’s web,
Her collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,
Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid.
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
On courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;
O'er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier’s nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit.
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail
Tickling a parson’s nose as he lies asleep,
Then he dreams of another benefice.
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plaits the manes of horses in the night
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage.
This is she—
—  William Shakespere, Romeo and Juliet

Yesterday evening I was at a Scottish Music Show and one of the first songs performed was “Black is the color (of my true love’s hair)” and I was like “OMGomgomg.. this is the song John sings for Sherlock in Over Fathoms Deep by @holmesianpose - Johnlock in real life!” I was so excited! The whole show was great: wonderful music, talented musicians, but this bit was my favorite :)

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Not heard the Fathoms Deep interview with Luke Arnold and I’m not sure I’m going to (mainly because I have a very difficult time listening to the ladies because I’m hypersensitive to high laughters on radio and so I tend to miss half of what they’re saying) but I’m genuinly confused about the supposed hate Luke Arnold is supposed to have received from people in the fandom.

I mean, come on: if you’re sending hate of any kind to an actor/creator/writer/musician/und so weiter, you’re obviously not a part of the fandom. You’re a person with severe issues, hurting innocent people because you don’t realise celebrities are human beings. That’s not being a fan, that’s being an asshole. End of fucking story.

Then, when it comes to the silverflint and madisilver matter. I didn’t even know what the term shipping meant before I stumbled across this fandom about a year ago so I, as some people might know, had no clue about things like shipping wars and what terms like “otp” meant. I still have to look up a third of fandom slang and I feel old.

I didn’t ship silverflint, because I simply didn’t see what silverflint shippers saw. Which is a whole other thing than being 100% sure it’s not there. I was genuinly interesting in seeing what they saw, but failed. But when the show was over, I was sitting in my couch, teary-eyed over all my sweet, murderous pirates and couldn’t stop thinking about Silver’s expression. That face when he spoke to Madi about his actions, didn’t leave me. And then I read what the creators said, that there were more beneath the surface of Silver’s and Flint’s relationship.

To me, it’s important to separate fanfiction and shipping from the original work, and not read in stuff that is clearly not presented by the creators. But as soon as Steinberg and Levine spoke more about the silverflint relationship, I could make sense of the silverflint shipping I’d earlier failed to see. 

Silvermadi was, for obvious reasons, far easier to ship because the ship was sailing on screen for all to see, but the last scene we have of them, their relationship as it is, is breaking apart. Yes, they will still remain together, so they somehow manage to fix it, but as the creators also said: their relationship aint gonna be a very happy one. That’s their peak high of emotional closeness and in a way no less destructive than Eleanor’s and Vane’s relationship.

Silver and Madi love each other, yes. But they are not close, they will never be, and they don’t come first for each other. Madi has her people and Silver, even if he’s no aware of it, has Flint.

Remember, this is a show where relationships are deep, complex and definately not always are about two persons. The pirate society was known for polyamory, gay and bi and interracial relationships, so what’s the big deal here?

Silver loving Madi, doesn’t rule out him being in love with Flint too.
Flint loving Thomas didn’t rule out him loving Miranda or falling in love with Silver.
Madi loving Silver, doesn’t mean she loves her people more.
Anne loving Jack, didn’t stop her from falling for Max - or Jack from accepting that. 
Elenor loving Vane, her father and Max, didn’t stop her from putting her own feelings aside and both end up hurting and getting hurt all the way until her end.
And Billy loving the crew that was all his world, his family, after being taken from his parents as a kid, and then being torn between the relationships with Flint, Gates, his brothers and Silver, are all reasons why he ended up on a dark path in the end.  

All these fluid relationships, sexual or platonic, is the heart of Black Sails. They are the beating pulse here and I think that since polyamory still is something very weird and threatening to a lot of people, the idea of a heart not fully beloning to ONE person, is the idea of a love that’s not true.

Which couldn’t be more false. We are presented with two threepart relationships in the show, Flint/Miranda/Thomas and Jack/Anne/Max. None of them could be accused of being uncomplicated and they certainly not remind of each other.

I’m certain that Silver, in his heart, loves Flint but isn’t aware of it, just as I think Flint could’ve loved Silver if he’d allowed himself. I think what Silver feels, is something utterly new to him and that the love he has for Madi is way easier for him to get a grip on, but in the end, Silver is ultimately alone. What he has with Madi isn’t bad, but it’s missing something. They both miss something and reckognizing that isn’t the same as saying madisilver isn’t for real. Of course it is, but silverflint is real too and so is thomasflint, mirandaflint and mirandathomas. 

Black Sails’s relationships are basically all a bunch of shipwrecks, trying to make at least a part of themselves to safe shores. And none of those who make it to safe land, are whole and unscattered.

Well, except from Idelle and Featherstone, of course. Those two are fucking unsinkable and should they ever end up in a storm, Idelle’s glorious tits will keep them both floating, and Featherstone’s tit curtain will be the sail to take them home. 

Zethu's Fathoms Deep Podcast

Zethu’s interview was delightful. I didn’t think it possible to like her or the character Madi more, but I was wrong. Just a few quick takeaways.

- Zethu unequivocally expresses Madi’s love for Silver. Over and over and over again. It’s beautiful. she referred to them as a Revolutionary couple.

- She stated that Madi fell in love with him while nursing him back to health. She was drawn in by his strength and vulnerability. She loved the way he cared for his people. It inspired her. Also, she could relate to being so young and having so much responsibility. She stated Madi wanted to grow with him, learn from him and travel the world with him.

- Regarding the “Am I Enough scene”: She stated that it was ironic that their first fight wasn’t even about them. She said that Silver wanted her to say “yes love, where do you want to go” and he probably felt that she would answer that way because she’d earlier told him that she would follow him anywhere. The silence doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him and it will be addressed.

- Regarding Billy: She’s pissed that Billy has let his hate for Flint destroy the alliance. She also doesn’t like that Billy acts as though she’s Silver’s groupie. She isn’t. She wouldn’t follow this man unless she loved him. She’s a Queen and had a good life of her own. She’s no ones groupie.

- Regarding Flint: She think Flint sees a little of his old self in her. Back when he was idealistic. She thinks he may now want to guide her or protect her like a father figure, because he knows how cruel the world is and she’s been sheltered.

- She compared Madi and her life’s, based on Madi being raised on Maroon Island and her being born in South Africa after Apartheid. They both have a more idealistic view of the world because they didn’t personally witness the more horrific parts of slavery and apartheid. They know about it, but they didn’t live the daily brutality. Therefore, the overwhelming fear doesn’t exist.

There is so much more that I’m definitely leaving out. Like the fact that Luke’s’ eyes really are that beautiful or that he took her on a date so they could bond. 😍 All in all, it was a great interview and truly worth the listen. You have to listen for no other reason than to hear her say “cut a bitch” in her lovely accent. It’s hilarious. Even more so, because the bitch she’s referring to cutting is Silver. On his “other” leg, of course. 😂😂😂 BTW, after listening, I feel even more confident that she is truly his Treasure Island wife.

Here is Luke’s Fathoms Deep interview.

             [L]ater you still entertained,
at least as hypothesis, the notion
      of a not impossible love, requited passion;
              or resolved modestly to learn
some craft, various languages.
      And all those sparks of future
             winked out behind you, forgettable. So—
the present. Its blessings
      many today:
             the fresh, ornate
blossoms of the simplest trees a sudden
      irregular pattern everywhere, audacious white,
             flamingo pink in a haze of early warmth.
But perversely it’s not
      what you crave. You want
             the past. Oh, not your own,
no reliving of anything—no, what you hanker after
      is a compost,
             a forest floor, thick, saturate,
fathoms deep, palimpsestuous, its surface a mosaic
      of infinitely fragile, lacy, tenacious
             skeleton leaves. When you put your ear
to that odorous ground you can catch the unmusical, undefeated
      belling note, as of a wounded stag escaped triumphant,
             of lives long gone.

Denise Levertov, from “The Past III,” Sands of the Well (New Directions, 1996)