Jack, Boats, Water, and Flood imagery: Is Jack like Noah?
So there has been much meta about Cas and
water, and 13x1 was chock full of things related to water. However, what I want
to focus on is how hand in hand with the water references are the boat
The Book of Enoch and Noah and Jack
This is important to me due to this post I
wrote about Jack. To summerise; there is an ancient Hebraic text called The Book of Enoch where this guy (Enoch) is shown this huge war between Michael’s
angels and Lucifer’s fallen angels through these portals which appear. Enoch is
told that this war is going on because all Lucifer’s angels created Nephilim and
did other bad stuff and now the Nephilim and bad angels were ruining the
planet. Enoch is told that this may occur on earth in the future. So at the end
of this text Enoch’s son comes to him and says he has a new grandson who seems
angelic and he fears the child might be a Nephilim and here is that passage;
‘And after some days my son Methuselah
took a wife for his son Lamech, and she became pregnant by him and bore a son.
And his body was white as snow and red as the blooming of a rose, and the hair
of his head †and his long locks were white as wool, and his eyes beautiful. And
when he opened his eyes, he lighted up the whole house like the sun, and the
whole house was very bright. […] And his father Lamech was afraid of him and
fled, and came to his father Methuselah. And he said unto him: ‘I have begotten
a strange son, diverse from and unlike man, and resembling the sons of the God
of heaven [i.e. angels]; and his nature is different and he is not like us, and
his eyes are as the rays of the sun, and his countenance is glorious. And
it seems to me that he is not sprung from me but from the angels, and I
fear that in his days a wonder may be wrought on the earth. And now, my father,
I am here to petition thee and implore thee that thou mayest go to Enoch, our
father, and learn from him the truth, for his dwelling-place is amongst the
angels. […] And I, Enoch, answered and said unto him: ‘The Lord will do a new
thing on the earth, and this I have already seen in a vision, and make known to
thee that in the generation of my father Jared some of the angels of
heaven transgressed the word of the Lord. And behold they commit sin and
transgress the law, and have united themselves with women and commit sin with
them, and have married some of them, and have begot children by them. And they
shall produce on the earth giants not according to the spirit, but according to
the flesh, and there shall be a great punishment on the earth, and the earth
shall be cleansed from all impurity. Yea, there shall come a great
destruction over the whole earth, and there shall be a deluge and a great
destruction for one year. And this son who has been born unto you shall be
left on the earth, and his three children shall be saved with him: when all
mankind that are on the earth shall die [he and his sons shall be saved]. And
now make known to thy son Lamech that he who has been born is in truth his son,
and call his name Noah; for he shall be left to you, and he and his sons shall
be saved from the destruction, which shall come upon the earth on account of all
the sin and all the unrighteousness, which shall be consummated on the earth in
his days. And after that there shall be still more unrighteousness than that
which was first consummated on the earth; for I know the mysteries of the holy
ones; for He, the Lord, has showed me and informed me, and I have read (them)
in the heavenly tablets.’
So this son who is born who seems like a Nephilim is actually not and will be the saviour of the earth after God hits ctrl/alt/delete and floods the earth ruined by men and Lucifer’s angels. I think this discussion is highly relevant because in 13x1 all the angels shown were portrayed as adversaries to Sam and Dean. We also know that over in the portal world there is a huge fight between the groups of angels and Michael is about to come onto the scene probably causing more fighting. So we are nearing this world through Enoch’s portal in SPN. And Jack obviously will play a role in this, and like Lamech we don’t know yet whether he is like the evil nephilim created by Lucifer’s angels or if he will be good and save everyone, i.e. be like Noah saving everyone in Genesis.
So I wrote that post back in early summer
and have been waiting for this first episode to see if Jack is going to be
linked to Noah. So I watched 13x1 looking for flood and boat and water references
and I found a few. These might be a little far-fetched… but oh well. This is
one interpretation and I really think due to the obvious similarities between SPN and The Book of Enoch that this is relevant.
Jack and Pirates and Nautical Imagery
So evidently this first episode and 12x23 are set by a lake, but in this episode it moves from being about water into also being about boats and ships. Stumbling upon Pirate Pete’s Jolly Treats is the first instance of this. The place is decorated with everything nautical including the uniform of the workers. It is also a reminder that ‘Jack’ is a very pirate-like name. Most famously there was Calico Jack (named because he wore a lot of calico apparently). Fun fact, Calico Jack’s fellow shipmate was the person who apaz designed the Jolly Rodger (the flag with a skull and two crossed swords).
Also, ‘Jack’ is the name of a flag flown by a vessel at sea from the jackstaff, hence why people sometimes call the British Union Flag the Union Jack. So his name is nautical in that it is a well known name of Calico Jack and of course Captain Jack Sparrow and also it means a flag flown from a ship. So his name is like doubly nautical.
Anyway, here are some screen caps to highlight quite how boat filled this episode was;
(apologies for the play signs in the middle of these screen caps)
We have to remember that sets take a long time to make. And just the sheer amount of boat related stuff in every shot inside here is pretty intense.
We also see a boat in the same frame as Jack;
We also see these boats when Sam and Dean leave Pirate Pete’s. They are clearly shown and framed in the shot. I mean, they’re leaving a pirate themed food store and driving past at least 4 frikkin boats…. the nautical theme is just very in your face.
Another thing I noticed was that the camera focused on a boat over in the lake before panning towards the impala;
Then of course there was the shot of Jack holding the water and looking at it in confusion, tipping it from side to side to make the water move within it. He didn’t just hold the bottle, he moved the water symbolising not just still water but moving water like a flood.
What’s interesting about this brilliant observation is that the original flood myth is traced back to Mesopotamia! I don’t know whether this is just a coincidence or not…. but anyway. It’s something to note which I found very interesting when reading Tink’s post.)
And then Jack stands next to a drinks dispensing machine with a photo of some flooding water streaming out of it…
This is an image of the machine which I’ve definitely seen in the US.
North Cove 1889 and What Happened in 1889
And then we have the ‘North Cove’ stuff. There were at least 2 close up shots of this mug which I found a bit strange. It just seemed like they wanted me to really notice it. Of course North Cove is relevant to the water theme, but what about the date ‘1889′? Now…. this I was unsure about so first did a quick google of ‘America 1889 Boats’ and it came up with info on a lot of shipwrecks which was nothing to note due to there being many shipwrecks in that era.
I then typed into Google ‘America 1889 flood’ and was inundated with pages about Johnstown flood in Pennsylvania in 1889. In ‘Time’ it is listed in the top 10 Historic American floods.
Again, I don’t know how relevant this is, but those close up shots of that mug that happened multiple times made me feel as though it was important. And it took about 5 seconds to link the date to one of the deadliest floods in American written history so…..
Jack’s Nursery and Previous Boat Imagery
Another thing to note about this whole nautical theme is that this didn’t just start in 13x1.
I would like to thank @rosewhipped22 for the post which is amazing and also included these wonderful screenshots;
This painting was identified in that post as; ‘Breezing Up (A Fair Wind) is an oil painting by American artist Winslow Homer. It depicts a catboat called the Gloucester chopping through that city’s harbor under “a fair wind” (Homer’s original title). Inside the boat are a man, three boys, and their catch.More from wiki: The painting’s message is positive; despite the choppy waves, the boaters look relaxed. The anchor that replaced the boy in the bow was understood to symbolize hope. The boy holding the tiller looks forward to the horizon, a statement of optimism about his future and that of the young United States.’
There was also discussion in that post of the cross painted in Jack’s nursery which @deaneatscake said this about ‘I think the Camargue Cross has already been referenced (standing for faith, hope and love) but I would also like to add that this is also called a “Sailor’s Grave” in German.’
So we can see from this that the theme of boats and of stormy seas was started in season 12, and this imagery has just been ramped up one million times in 13x1.
So rather than simply focusing on water imagery, this recent episode has started confirming my theory that Jack will be like Noah in Genesis. I am not saying that Jack is gonna build a boat and save the world. Think of Noah’s arc as a metaphor; the earth was being ruined by bad angels and fighting and so Noah saved the good people whilst God hit reset.
This bolsters a couple of theories. The first is that SPN is going to have to end at some point in the not too distant future. And a good way to end it would be to reset the SPN world back to when the gates of hell were shut and all Sam and Dean had to worry about in season 1 was ghosts and monsters of that lowly ilk. ( @tinkdw has some great thoughts in this).
so I think that SPN is heading towards this reset button. We’re heading towards
Genesis and starting in the text that in the Biblical canon precedes this; The
Book of Enoch which gives you the backstory before Noah (for more info please
check out my Book of Enoch tags).
second theory this bolsters is that Jack will ultimately be good. I have no
doubt that somewhere along the line Jack will have a misstep or two, but
ultimately i believe he will be good. He is paralleled so much to Cas who has
made mistakes but is good, and Sam who had demon blood within him but is also
so I think that Jack will be like Noah, he may not literally save people from
an actual flood, but he will help to herald in a new kind of peace once the
calamity of old has been washed over. And then the SPN world can in many ways
start anew at the end.
are symbols of cleansing. They are also symbols of bringing the new. When a
river floods its banks it destroys yes, but it also creates fertile ground. So
I believe that all this boat symbolism surrounding Jack and the boys means that
a whole flood of chaos will occur around them, but they will be saved from
those torments and be carried through into calmer shores.
Notes: This is my first head canon I’ve made, so I hope it turned out good! This is part of my thank you for 100 followers! I know it’s not much, but to me it means the world. I love you all!! ❤❤
I love this idea so much
Saturday’s were your days where you could go to your favorite bookstore in London
You always loved spending time in the quiet store
The workers always greeted you with a smile
The owner of the store always secretly gave you discounts
Your favorite spot to sit and read was towards the back of the store
You were so excited to sit down and relax, until you saw someone else was in your place
A boy was sitting there reading a book
All you could see was a mess of brown curls from where you were
Someone else’s butt was in your chair
You didn’t want to seem rude, so you just sat in the chair next to him
You could feel the boy staring at you for a few seconds before looking away
He kept stealing glances at you, so you decided to speak up
“You know staring can be considered rude and creepy.”
They boy tensed up and blushed from getting caught
“I’m so s-sorry! I promise I’m not a creep or anything. I just couldn’t help but notice how pretty you are. I’m rambling, sorry.”
You immediately started to fall for him
You looked into his slightly panicked green/hazel eyes and smiled at his rambling
“Relax freckles, I believe you.”
“Well I obviously don’t know your name and I noticed you have cute freckles on your face, so that’s my nickname for you.”
He smiled and blushed at your explanation and held out his hand
“I’m Sam, but I have a feeling you’re still going to call me freckles.”
You shook his hand and WOW was it soft
“You can call me y/n and you’re very right. Freckles will stick around.”
You and Sam basically made Saturday’s your day where you’d both hangout and chat in the same corner at the bookstore
On one Saturday though, Sam showed up with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a nervous look on his face
He held out the flowers to you and you took them with a confused look
“What are these for, freckles?”
He cleared his throat and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans
“Y/n, I know it hasn’t been long since we’ve known each other but in these few months I’ve come to grow feelings for you. You’re such an amazing person and I love your smile and your eyes. I always get excited when you text me and I look forward to every Saturday. With that all said, would you like to go on a date with me?”
Sam finished confessing his feelings to you and you could feel your eyes welling up with tears.
“Sam, that was so sweet! Of course I’ll go on a date with you! I thought you’d never ask.”
Sam wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. occasionally placing light kisses on top of your head
Who knew that you would find love at a small and quiet bookstore.
Heart racing, he leapt down the stone wall, black cape fluttering behind him, and slipped under the arch just as the shouts and footsteps of the guards sounded above. Leaning back into the shadows, he felt the cold, hard steel of a handle and, to his relief, found the door to be unlocked. He slipped inside and was immediately hit by the scent of hay and manure. It appeared he’d stumbled upon side entrance to the stables.
Though still trapped on the grounds, his token was still safely stored in his belt and he breathed a sigh of relief for a moment’s reprieve to formulate a new plan of escape.
Until, that is, he felt the cold blade of a sword at his throat.
Turning slowly, he raised his hands. His eyebrows went up behind his black cloth mask at seeing, not a guard, but a tiny spitfire of a woman.
His mark’s niece stood before him clad only in her corseted undergarments and a loosely tied dressing gown. Her long, brown hair was pulled back in a loose plait and shimmered with golden strands as the sun filtered from the gapes in the rafters above. Her features were rather singular, almost elfin in appearance, but strong of character.
He eyed her stance and deduced instantly that she was not putting up a farce. Her form was impeccable and there was not a tremble along the deadly blade in her hand. With righteous fire in her deep brown eyes, she was an enchanting sight.
“Give it back,” she spat.
Sherlock smirked. “Give what back?”
She narrowed her eyes at him and looked down his body. He carefully did not make a motion toward the papers stashed under his tunic at his waist. “Whatever it is you have stolen from my uncle. Do not insult me by denying it.”
Slowly, Sherlock stepped sideways and edged toward the middle of the room. “Very well.”
She raised an eyebrow in challenge. “You’ll give it back?”
He crossed his arms, feigning nonchalance despite the sword at his throat. “No, I’m just not denying I took it.”
She huffed angrily and pressed the tip of her blade harder into his throat, not yet piercing the skin. “Give. It. Back.”
There was no time for this. Easily, Sherlock ducked out of her reach and unsheathed his own sword, executing a complicated twist of his wrist to catch it, raising it protectively in front of himself just in time to deflect her attack.
His arm trembled slightly as she bore down and he found himself impressed by her strength. It was, of course, no match for his own, but she was clearly a trained swordsman whose ability already surpassed that of the guards he’d escaped from.
“Thief,” she accused and pulled her sword from the tangle of his and whirled about, swiping the blade in a horizontal arc as she did so. He leaned back just in time only to jump out of the way as she lunged forward and pierced the air where he’d been standing. Bringing his blade around, he swiped at her, not with intent to kill. An act she easily parried.
Back and forth, they attacked and deflected, his mocking smirk fading to a determined scowl. Somewhere in the process, Sherlock lost his hat and Molly’s hair had come completely undone, flying about her rosy cheeks as they dueled. For a moment, Sherlock did wonder if she would succeed in disarming him. Her ability was far greater than he anticipated and he found himself distracted by the sight of her passion.
But ultimately, her passion was her downfall and when she let her guard down with an enraged shout, Sherlock locked their blades together. Reaching around, he caught her free hand and held it captive behind her back. She struggled to free herself, breathing heavily, the bosom of her corset rising and falling rapidly. He couldn’t help but notice the appreciation in her eyes, though she tried to fight it, as he held her against himself.
“You’ll never get away with this,” she declared.
As he looked down into the eyes of this woman who had broken every expectation he’d made, for the first time in nearly a year thoughts of revenge against the man who had murdered his brother weren’t at the front of his mind.
“Perhaps,” he admitted. His jaw clenched. “But I will die trying.”
She stilled. Her brow furrowed and an almost soft, sympathetic look washed over her face.
She was an innocent in this whole sordid mess, he had known that from the beginning. It was her uncle, or rather the man who claimed to be her uncle, who was a murderer and blackmailer. Sherlock assumed she was ignorant of her uncle’s dealings. But as she looked up at him, he got the unsettling feeling that she knew; and she knew what he was going to do. A silent war was waging within her and he felt her body slowly relax, her grip on her sword slackening. And as Sherlock stared down at her, he promised himself he would make sure she was unharmed and without blame when all of Magnussen’s dealings came to light.
Heedless of the fact that the guards were closing in, Sherlock unlocked their blades and, in a show of trust, slowly backed away and sheathed his sword.
Molly lowered her sword, that same look on her face that made him wonder if she could see beneath his mask, beneath his caped façade, to the broken heart he guarded. Uncomfortable with the idea, he put his confident swagger back in place and swept down in a mocking bow with a smirk. “Until next time, Molly Hooper.” Picking his hat up, he dusted the hay off of it, and placed it back upon his head, running his hand along the brim.
He was about to escape the way he’d come, his hand on the door, when she spoke behind him.
“I look forward to it.”
He stilled. Pulling his hand back, he looked at her over his shoulder.
Suddenly spinning around, he strode over to her and cupped her face with his gloved hands. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted just as he leaned down and stole a kiss, a rather passionate kiss as she was just as eager as he. Her sword clattered to the ground as her hands gripped his waist and her mouth met his, challenging him in their kiss as she’d challenged him in swordplay.
Oh, this complicated everything.
Breathless and flushed, Sherlock pulled back and let his fingers trail over the soft skin of her cheeks. Her eyes were closed and her lips pleasantly plumped from his attentions. She leaned forward, following him. He resisted the temptation to steal those lips again and backed away.
With a wink, he slipped out the back and sprinted away, just as the guards burst into the stables from the other entrance.
OMG GUYS!!! Do you know how long I’ve been working on this????? I am SCREAMING.
Luckily @redsketches took pity on me and helped me finish it off. In the process, I pulled her into our fandom, fufufu
But seriously, mad props to her! Thank you!!! Go check her out guys!
In the meantime, PLEASE ENJOY THIS. I love Magnus Chase and I am so sad to see it end (no spoilers pls only halfway through the last book ^^) I hope we see Magnus and his crazy world(s) again! In the meantime, we still have Star to fall back on :)
Credits and thanks to both Rick Riordan and Daron Nefcy for creating these two gems!! Thanks to Disney for helping them!!!
Ps: here are some extra char that I drew for this! May update this post with more later ^^