sea faring


The European explorer, Christopher Columbus, even made mention of the African presence in the Americas in his logs.  Columbus stated that the purpose of his third voyage was to test the claims of King John the second of Portugal, that “canoes had been found which set out from the coast of West Africa and sailed to the Americas”.  Columbus also stated he heard claims of the native inhabitants of the Caribbean island of Hispaniola, that black people had come from the southeast who were trading with spears that were made of a gold metal alloy developed in west Africa.  Columbus’s son, Ferdinand, said his father told him that he had seen black people north of what is now Honduras. The scholarly art historian, Count Alexander Von Wuthenau, also discusses fourteenth century carvings and sculptures that were found in the Americas which show women and men wearing turbans, clearly African with tribal marks cut on their cheeks, indicating that the people came from Mali.

Adapted From “They Came Before Columbus” Chapter 3, The Mariner Prince of Mali, page 39-50, by Ivan Van Sertima.


What do you mean I’m late for Stanuary week 3?

Psh, whatevs. It’s still technically January where I am for the next 2 hours. Here’s my contribution to Stanuary 2017.

It’s not quite finished, but I’ll just edit-slash-update the rest of it tomorrow, when it’ll hopefully be done. Whoops.

Enjoy sadness and laughing moments. The Gravity Falls Deluxe Combo!!

Time After Time

Lieutenant Duckling - Rated T - Complete - 3330 Words

This is a short tale dedicated to my most wonderful @ofshipsandswans, who will graduate from school shortly! <3 I hope you enjoy it, my love!

The first time he saw her, he had no idea who she was, but he was instantly drawn. Trudging his way up the dock, Lieutenant Killian Jones unloaded a sack of grain from his shoulder, coughing as dust rose from the goods upon hitting the ground. He waved away the small cloud and glanced up toward the palace, where the Jewel’s haul was bound. A number of courtiers were milling about the grounds, dressed in yards of finery. He was ready to turn back for the next load when he heard a low humming. With a pause, he directed his gaze toward the sound.

Sitting upon a swing beneath a tree sat a vision, dressed in the color of the sun. Her long blonde hair was braided in a thick pleat, curled up into a loose chignon at the base of her neck. She picked at flowers in her hand, snowbells as he recognized them to be, as she idly swung back and forth in the afternoon shade. Dusting his hands off on his trousers and grabbing his coat from the railing, he made his way slowly toward the young woman. There was a pink blush of youth in her high cheekbones, and long, luxurious eyelashes told tales of the beauty she beheld. Clearing his throat, Lieutenant Jones offered a hand and stood just far enough away from the lady to remain as unthreatening as possible.

“May I give you a push, my lady?” He gestured to the swing upon which she sat.

Glancing up, the girl flashed bright green eyes and a slowly-growing smile. She took in the sight of his white sailor’s trousers and blue coat with very little insignia. “I suppose you may,” she replied, dropping the snowbells to her side. She wrapped long, thin fingers around the ropes of the swing and finally grinned. “It’s been ages since I had a proper go on this.”

“Allow me, then,” he replied, pink rising up his neck and into his cheeks. Stepping up behind her, he grasped the ropes and pulled them back slightly before releasing them to start a bit of momentum.

The girl in the yellow gown swung slowly upon his release, but as she felt herself moving back toward him once more, he gave a soft push at her shoulders that allowed the breeze to hit her face and her feet to completely leave the ground. Crossing her legs at the ankles, she giggled and bit down upon her lower lip. “Higher!” she cheered.

“Hold on tightly!” He replied and gave more of a push. The old rope swing was firm as it allowed her to soar up higher, higher over the lush green landscape below. Tendrils of her golden blonde hair escaped, framing her face as she laughed.

Her laughter stuck deep into his soul, and he knew he had never heard a sweeter sound. Stepping slightly aside, he allowed himself a moment to admire her beauty as she swung under her own power beneath the thick branch of the ancient oak. Her smile was the vision of youth and happiness itself, and it warmed his heart.

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manic-entity  asked:

Do you know of any kinds of mermaids or sirens or other sea dwellers in Norse myth? (If there's two things I love, it's mermaids and Norse myth)


Off the top of my head, I cannot think of specific mermaids in Norse mythology. I can, however, recall that there is a Danish fairytale from which Disney made “The Little Mermaid,” and that is called the same thing in Danish: Den lille havfrue. You can read a translation of that for free by following the link.

Yet, there are plenty of sea-related beings and figures in Norse mythology. I am not familiar with specific creatures, like mermaids or sirens, but there are a lot of figures who may fit those roles. After all, Scandinavia has always been a place that had close connection with seafaring. I won’t be able to cover them all, but I can speak of and mention a few of these sea-related figures, at the very least.

As for my sources, you may see them below. All the page numbers listed throughout this post correspond to footnote 1.(1.)

I will start with the major figures, which are two gods that have very strong connections to the sea. There may be others, but I will just limit the discussion to those which are most prominently sea-based. The two gods that I speak of are Njörðr (Njord) and Ægir.

Njörðr (Njord):

Njord is a Vanir, and he is mentioned by Snorri more directly (that is, not just in the Skáldskaparmál section). Here is what is said about him:

“He lives in heaven in a place called Noatun (Enclosure of Ships). He rules over the motion of wind and moderates sea and fire. It is to him one must pray for voyages and fishing. He is so rich and wealthy that he can grant wealth of lands or possessions to those who pray to him for this.” (23)

There is more about him later in this text, in a section called Skáldskaparmál, which is about poetic dictation:

“How should Njord be referred to? By calling him the god of chariots or descendant of Vanir or a Van and father of Freyr and Freyja, the giving god.” (75)

I tend to see Njord as pertaining more to the riches of the sea. In other words, he, perhaps, represents the reward that the sea offers people; control of the sea and its resources would bring great wealth.

There is more, but that mostly pertains to how he came to be included among the Æsir, or other stories that he is a part of, but not playing a central role in. Ægir on the other hand, of whom we will shortly speak, is perhaps even more associated with the ocean than Njord.

Ægir (Also called Hler or Gymir):

He is generally considered to be the god of the sea, and he is best known for his feast with the Æsir (which goes badly thanks to an eagle that was actually a giant). Him and another god, one named Bragi, talk in great length about the details of poetry. Anyway, Ægir lives on an island, according to Skáldskaparmál, which is called Hlesey. For the most part, Ægir seems to play more of an ‘asker’ role in this text, asking Bragi questions and providing an opportunity for an explanation that will help the reader learn about poetics and mythology. 

Although Snorri (the author of this source I am discussing) kind of negates Ægir’s role quite a bit, once we look into the ways that the sea itself can be poetically referred to, it is obvious that he has strong connections with the sea.

Ægir is actually used as a personification for the ocean or sea at times. Note that these are where his three names come from. For example, this is from Skáldskaparmál:

“What terms for sea are there? It is called mere, ocean (ægir), engulfer (gymir), roarer (hler), main, road, depth, salt, water, swell.” (139)

To quote the poet Arnor:

“Let the court learn how the keen-spirited king of earls pursued the sea, the irresistible prince did not cease to oppose the ocean.” (139)

To quote the poet Ref:

“Gymir’s spray-cold spae-wife (Ran) often brings the twisted-rope-bear (ship) in Ægir’s (Ocean’s) jaws when the wave breaks.” (91)

Here, too, is a portion of a poem in Old Norse containing a reference to Ægir as the ocean:

Alfas began verr ægis
ítr báls haai málu;

The splendid hater of the fire of the sea (he who likes to rid himself of gold, the generous prince) defend the beloved pf the enemy of the wolf (Odin’s wife Jord-earth or land); (168)

Furthermore, Ægir has nine daughters with his wife Ran. Here are their names:

  1. Himinglæva (Heaven-bright)
  2. Dufa (Dip)
  3. Blodughadda (Blood-haired)
  4. Hefring (Lifting)
  5. Unn (Wave)
  6. Hronn (Wave)
  7. Bylgia (Billow)
  8. Drofn (Comber)
  9. Kolga (Cold One)

Ran (Ægir’s wife):

I am doing this an edit, so I shouldn’t really do too much to change the original post (since some won’t see the edits), but Ran should be considered on her own and not always associated through Ægir. After all, she is considered to be a goddess in her own right, so she ought to be given that respect. 

@bewareimfrench suggested that Ran could be a suitable candidate for a mermaid, and that honestly may not be a far stretch because she is equally as associated with the ocean as Ægir is. Here is a poem of her personified:

Segl skekr of hlyn–Huglar–
(hvast drífa skip) rasta,
en föll–of gram–Gylli
grunn (djúp) hata unna.
Rán viðr hafhreinum
háraust–skapar flaustum–
(hrönn fyrir húfi þunnum
heil klofnar) frið–deilu.

Sail shake above the prince on the current-maple (ship); tall ships drive keenly; the shallows near Hugl are dangerous to the waves’ horse (ship). Noisy Ran does not create peace for the sea-deer (ships); she causes conflict for cruisers, the entire wave breaks before the slender bow. (180)

I must say, though, that she is not an evil figure, even though that poem may seem a bit negative. It does show, however, that she has considerable power.

There is also Jormungandr (also called the Midgard Serpent):

Jormungandr is a giant serpent who is a child of Loki’s and the giantess Angrboda. This is said about Jormungandr:

“…[Odin] threw the serpent into that deep sea which lies round all lands, and this serpent grew so that it lies in the midst of the ocean encircling all lands and bites on its own tail.” (27)

Jormungandr is involved in a few stories, such as being magically disguised as a giant’s cat that Thor could not pick up or also Thor’s fishing trip with a giant named Hymir. Jormungandr is often used poetically to refer to both Thor (because Jormungandr is arguably Thor’s greatest foe, besides giants in general) and Loki (the father of such a creature).

There are also figures known as Sea-Kings and these are their names:

I believe that most of these names don’t refer to actual deities, but rather famous semi-historical figures (namely Vikings) that came to be used to refer to the ocean and sea. A Viking, after all, is a king of the sea, for it is the sea that guide a Viking to treasure and wealth (and perhaps Njord guides them to this as well, since it is treasure they seek).

“Atli, Frodi, Ali, Glammi, Beiti, Ati and Beimuni, Audmund, Gudmund, Atal and Gestil, Geitir, Gauti, Gylfi, Svendi.

Gæir, Eynef, Gaupi and Endil, Skekkil, Ekkil, Skefil and Solvi, Half and Hemlir, Harek and Gor, Hagbard, Haki, Hraudnir, Meiti.

Hiorolf and Hraudung, Hogni, Mysing, Hunding, Hviting, Heiti, Mævil, Hialmar, Moir, Hæmir, Mævi, Rodi, Rakni, Rer and Leifi.

Randver, Rokkvi, Refiner, Leifnir, Næfil, Ræfil, Nori, Lyngvi, Byrvil, Kilmund, Beimi, Iorek, Iosmund, Thvinnil, Yngvi, Teiti.

Virfil, Vinnil, Vandil, Solsi, Gautrek and Hun, Giuki, Budli, Homar, Hnefi, Horvi, Sorvi. I can see no more sea-kings.” (155)

These name often appear in poetry, especially in Icelandic sagas. Here is an example from Brennu-Njáls saga, and now you will understand the reference (I have bolden their names):

The shaping gods drove ashore
the ship of the keeper of bells (Thangbrand);
the slayer of the son of the giantess (Thor)
smashed Bison on the sea-gull’s rest (sea);
no help came from Christ
when the sea’s horse (ship) was crushed;
I don’t think God was guarding
Gylfi’s reindeer (ship) at all.

Thor drove Thangbrand’s beast (ship)
of Thvinnil far from its place;
he shook and shattered
the ship and slammed it ashore;
never will that oak (ship) of Atal’s field
be up to sea-faring again;
the storm, sent by him (Thor),
smashed it so hard into bits.

And lastly, these are the various ways to which the sea or ocean can be referred to, poetically speaking (Kennings). 

Most we have discussed in some manner, but such references give interesting insight into the figures of Norse mythology that are actually associated with the sea (I have bolded names of personified figures):

“How shall sea be referred to? By calling it Ymir’s blood, visitor to the gods (Ægir), husband of Ran (Ægir), father of Ægir’s daughters (Ægir),…, land of Ran and of Ægir’s daughters and of ships and of terms for sea-ship, of keel, steam, planks, strake, of fish, ice, sea-kings’ way and roads, no less ring of the islands, house of the sands and seaweed and skerries, land of the fighting-tackle and of sea-birds, of sailing wind.” (91)

“What terms for sea are there? It is called mere, ocean (ægir), engulfer (Gymir), roarer (Hler), main, road, depth, salt, water, swell.” (139)

“Sea, every-lying, salt, ocean (Ægir), main, wetness, swim, flat one, dead calm and bay, resounding, overhang, emptiness, brawler, rocker and mere, sucker, suck, same, swallower, maelstrom and fjord.

Sound, creek, good passage, fluid and expanse, tempest, depth, breaker, dark, flood and surf, swell sparkler, engulfer (Gymir) and flower, rumbler and unquiet, surge, fen, snatcher.

Crashing, wake, league, fishing-ground, inlet and fishing-bank, water, deep and submersion, cove, tarn and canal, storm, ditch, pool, current, stream and brook, channel, spring, fount, eddy, waterfall and firth.

Herfring (lifting), roller, white one and offing, Hronn (wave), Ran (plunderer), Kolga (cold one) and Himinglæva (heaven-bright), Drofn (comber), Unn (wave) and sweller, Dufa (dip), Bylgia (billow), shoal and bore, Bloughadda (bloody-haired). (160-1)

Of course, I have by no means have covered everything (even what I have covered is only a summary of what is actually said), but that should give you more than enough of an idea about the role of the sea, and related figures/  creatures, in Norse mythology. I hope this has been interesting! I enjoyed researching the information for you.

Vera vitur og reika langt.
(Be wise and wander far.)


1. Snorri Sturluson, Edda, Anthony Faulkes trans. (repr., 1987; London: J.M. Dent, 1995). You may also read this for free online via Viking Society for Northern Research.

2. Robert Cook trans., Brennu-Njáls saga, in The Complete Sagas of Icelanders, vol. 3, edited by Viðar Hreinsson, Robert Cook, Terry Gunnell, Keneva Kunz, and Bernard Scudder. (Reykjavík: Leifur Eiríksson Publishing, 1997), 125.


Top Twelve Favorite Uranium Pokemon

After I posted my review of Uranium, I felt bad because I don’t think I highlighted the good fakemon enough and spent a lot of time discussing the bad ones. So I wanted to show off some of the coolest ones I ran across in the game. This favorites list is based on the design and concept of the pokemon and not necessarily their stats or abilities.

Apologies for a few of these pics looking a bit janky and weird, I need to still evolve/catch those in my save game before taking proper screencaps.

1.) Linkite

Pretty sure this is my favorite fakemon of the whole game. It has simple, striking imagery. It’s clearly a ghost-type based on the Substitute doll; the idea behind it is that it is the spirit of a pokemon that died while in its pokeball. It’s a dark idea without going too overboard, and it’s quite creepy and disturbing and just darn clever. Wanted to use in my playthrough but stats are super-bad and only way it can evolve is via trading, which I couldn’t do with my copy of the game at the time.

2.) Metalynx

While I do not care for the look of the Water and Fire starters, nor do I think much of Metalynx’s pre-evolution, I feel Metalynx itself is an excellent design. It’s unqiue and creative, and looks quite badass, and it served me well in my playthrough. I have noted elsewhere I think the floral pattern on his back looks a bit out-of-place and silly (I assume it was an attempt to tie in the whole ‘he’s a grass type, really!’ thing) but that’s my only little nitpick. The Mega form is quite nice too. 

3.) Nucleon

The pokemon itself is very overpowered with its ability (Atomizate, like Pixelate but with Nuclear typing) + Hyper Voice, especially with a choice scarf, so it can actually be pretty boring to use. I’m also a bit miffed I didn’t teach my Eevee Shadow Ball before it evolved into Nucleon, because in terms of non-Normal/Nuclear Special moves, Shadow Ball really is the best. But Nucleon can’t learn it, only Eevee can. I had to stick with flippin’ Hidden Power. 

Anyway! Point is, the design is very beautiful. 

4.) Gargryph

l really love the concept behind this poke. When you visit the town you get one from, there are these statues all over the place and only later do you discover they’re alive. They’re obviously based on gargoyles, (or a ‘grotesque’ if you wanna be pedantic) specifically one that looks like a griffin. It’s actually really surprising Pokemon has never had anything resembling a griffin before. That’s a shame, because they’re really cool mythical beasts. This pokemon has a cool Ability called Rebuild, which restores a little HP if it wasn’t hit by an attack that turn. It complements a walling-pokemon style very nicely, especially one with Protect that carries Leftovers to maximize that recovery. 

Unfortunately, this guy’s only good stat is its physical defense. Being a pure Rock type, it’s weak to so many special attacks it’s pretty damn difficult to use it effectively. But I still like the idea behind it as a walling/support poke, even if I could never get it to work. The sprite looks surprisingly really nice, too! One of the best in the game.

5.) Navighast

This is a Ghost/Fighting type, based on undead/cursed pirates. My first impression (its pre-evos are Swabone and Skelerogue) was that it looked too similar to Cubone/Marowak. And there are indeed strong similarities. But as it evolves it becomes more and more unique from that, and the idea behind it is different and really cool. The game features a rivalry between sea-faring ninjas and pirates, so some of the pokemon reflect that theme, this being the pirate-side of things. And who couldn’t love a pirate-themed pokemon? Besides, the typing combo is admittedly very fun.

6.) Firoke

This game has three lines of bug types that are closely related and become entwined in a truly awesome subplot. Obviously you can guess this is right up my alley– that subplot was my favorite part of the game. Of the three elemental bug lines, I would say Smore/Firoke ended up with the best design. It’s also quite exciting to have a Fire/Bug type (only one of those in real pokemon), and a red ant is perfect for that. Its sprite is also the least weird-looking of the bugs and actually quite decent.

7.) Stenowatt

It be an electric raptor. What more do I need to say? :P I love the color combination and the design. Also feathered dinos make me happy.

8.) Empirilla

This game includes some fan-made evolutions of real pokemon. This ‘lil fellah is actually pretty neat, and prob. my favorite of the evolutions from real pokes. I never much liked Primeape, and Empirilla looks way neater to me, so it’s an improvement in my mind. It also relates back to the original designs well.

9.) Baaschaf

This black sheep is perhaps understated in its strength, as the design is nothing extreme or dramatic. Rather, it’s just a very solid design. It fits into the pokemon universe well, and differentiates itself just fine from Mareep’s line. 

10.) Raffiti

So, yes, this is absolutely a Smeargle clone. But that’s OK because it’s BETTER than Smeargle’s design, which I never liked, haha. Also its stats are better than Smeargle’s, too. Plus it’s pure Dark type! That’s pretty neat.

11.) Geigeroach

Obviously my bug bias is clear here. But, c’mon. Nuclear cockroach. I would have been gravely disappointed if such a thing wasn’t included in the game. I should point out the thing is nigh impossible to actually use in battle; dual Something/Nuclear types always carry a buttload of x2 and x4 weaknesses, due to the nature of Nuclear typing, and if you combine that with a type that already has a lot of weaknesses, it’s only making it worse. Its stats are also poopy. So, yeah, you ain’t using this guy. But DANG DUDE the design is cool.

12.) Lavent

The stats are underwhelming, but I appreciate that this one’s based off geothermal vents and giant tube worms. An area that was just begging for a pokemon, honestly!

Honorable Mentions:

These are pokemon you can receive as eggs, either from an NPC or from the local Pokemon Professor for dex progress. I’m only placing them as HMs because I didn’t know about them until post-game, but they really are among the coolest designs.


This thing reminds me so much of an Ultra Beast. (I’m pretty sure these were designed well before Sun/Moon was a thing.) After all, Ultra Beasts look … super weird and not like typical pokemon at all. It’s really damn hard to define exactly what an Ultra Beast looks like. But that *point* that thing does. It also has a weird unexpected type combo the way a lot of Ultra Beasts do– this one is Grass/Electric. 

Luxelong & Oblivicorn

The Dragon/Fairy Luxelong and the Fairy unicorn line that can lead to the Normal Kiricorn or the Dark Oblivicorn are both damn cool, and it’s kind of a shame I didn’t know about them until it was too late. I guess it’s motivation for the post-game, if I get around to it!

Important thing to consider: When they say Odysseus was a “Greek hero” isn’t it possible that was a mistranslation of “Greek gyro”? –same pronunciation and all.

I mean, at no point in the Odyssey do they explicitly state Odysseus is not a sandwich. I prefer to interpret the story as one of a great sandwich traversing the seas on a journey home to his wife and half-sandwich son.

Trust Me

[If you read my work on AO3, these are the same characters, but the story is not necessarily of the same plotline.]

Before she had stepped onto the ramp, he had taken her hand and looked pleadingly into her face.

“Trust me.” He had said. Now, her chest tightened as it did then. She took in a quick breath, past and present, and let it out sharply. It hitched a little and her throat burned now as she thought about the future.

She had been gone three months, working in the North Pole before she went back to her duties on the Council. They had exchanged letters regularly, and he always made mention how much he missed her and longed for her return.

But what also came were the newspapers. The Fire Lord would host small fetes and parties on holidays. Gossip columns ran articles about what new lady was seen predominantly with the bachelor Fire Lord. Sokka, unknowing of his sister’s romantic involvement, would joke good-naturedly about how stoic Zuko was being buried in young, beautiful, eligible women.

On one particularly bad night, after Sokka read aloud how Zuko courted the daughter of an Earth Kingdom minister, Katara had slammed her bowl of soup down and left the dining hall. When asked about it later, she had managed something about Zuko not taking anything seriously and didn’t he know how hard things were for people in other places?

But he had asked her to trust him.

She had trusted him before, and it hadn’t worked out. Jet, and even Aang had betrayed her.

And really, could she even blame him? They had already agreed that they could never be together, that they were simply indulging in fatalistic ardor. And she had been gone for three months.

Katara’s hands tightened on the rails. No, they both deserved better. He deserved her trust and she deserved to believe that he would be faithful. She had managed it fine, and she was getting swarmed by just as many suitors. Being the representative of the Southern Water Tribe, a Councilmember in Republic City, and the first ambassador to the Swamp Tribe gave her a lot of status that rivaled that of the Northern Water Tribe leader.

Her father had even almost guilted her into breaking, saying how important it was for Katara to make a good marriage for the prosperity of their people. And, he had asked, wasn’t there that very handsome young man from the Isles Tribe?

Tama had been quite handsome.

He had also been miserable every moment he stayed in the North and had cut his visit short. Katara remembered the first time he had made a visit to the North Pole, and his ultimate secret rendezvous with her. She had asked him if he was cold.

“You are the only thing that can make me tremble.” And when he put his mouth to hers, he was warm.

The ship was pulling into the harbor and Katara moved across the deck toward the tall masked figure who stood beside an open door. Fire Nation ships were still being staffed by the Fire Nation military, though this one was more valet than a warrior. Their mask was still unnerving.

“Do you require anything Master Katara?” The figure asked. The voice, either of its own nature or because of the mask, sounded slightly mumbled and low.

“No, thank you. Are we to dock directly in Republic City?” She asked, turning to look over at the twinkling lights.

“No. The port is still not equipped to handle the larger sea faring vessels. We will be moving onto a small transport momentarily.” They replied and Katara just nodded. The sun was setting and in the dying light, she could see the bobbing shape of a small tug heading toward the larger ship.

“I’ll head down then, and wait for the ramp to drop.” Katara went to move around the figure, but they put out their hand and she halted.

“Unfortunately, the tug is too small for our ramp to safely deploy. You will need to be lowered over the side.” Katara blinked up at them. “Your luggage will follow later.”

“Oh for the love of…..” Katara rubbed her face with both hands and let out a long breath. “Fine.” She turned and marched back to the railing. Putting both hands on the metal bar, she felt the rough bumps in the paint under her palms. Then she huffed as she lifted herself up and over.

“Master Katara!” The figure yelled out. As Katara fell, she called up a column of water.

“That’s what I am, yes.” She said after she had raised herself to a height where she could see the figure. Then she turned and urged the column forward, slowly lowering it till she was even with the tug.

The captain stood on the deck, hat in his hand and his mouth wide open.

“Captain.” Katara greeted as she stepped over the railing and released the water. The man just stared at her. “Am I your only passenger?” The Captain nodded.

“Excellent. Then would you mind turning us around? I have a dinner to attend.”


After she had been shown to her rooms in the new hotel - which looked out of place in the raw wood and dust of the city - Katara quickly washed and dressed. The dress had been ordered from a local seamstress, as it had been made clear to Katara that even the way she dressed was interpreted politically now. And tonight would be important, regardless of how tired she was because it was a state dinner, held in her honor.

Most times, when something she didn’t want to attend was held in her honor, Katara managed to find an excuse to avoid the whole thing. There were always sick people to tend no matter where she was. But tonight would be different.

Zuko would be there.


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Pintel and Ragetti

So since we didn’t see either of them in POTC4/5 my brain has decided that  Pintel and Ragetti live on the island with Elizabeth and help her look after Henry. Whenever she has Pirate King business they regale Henry with seafaring stories about his parents, Captains Jack and Barbossa and others. 

So Henry grows up with a Pirate King Mother, a Cursed Sea-Soul-Faring Father and two Pirate Nannies.


We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people who talk too much
You’ve got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us

Top Secret, Top Priority

“This is the list of non-Eclipse ships that hold our interest, business and otherwise,” said Aranya. The syndicate head gave a graceful turn of her wrist to make the rolled and sealed parchment, along with a few copies of it, rise up from her desk and float through the air into the hands of one the Eclipse’s more trustworthy operatives.

“The ships of Sunspire Port are on it, of course, as are the Black Maw, the Black Rose, and those in the possession of General Winters. There are more organizations of interest, and they’re noted, but I’ll need to speak more with their heads, among which are Darnath Windere, Velerodra Valesinger, Asharri Lakefire, and-” the corner of the sorceress’ mouth pulled up, a bright light in her eye, as if she anticipated something she would enjoy “-a particular woman of Deadsun Harbor.”

The phoenix-mage paced slowly, casually about the room, her body reflecting the active and yet deliberate motions of her thoughts. “Now, the parchments are merely objects. Controlled information. I want it in the hands of Zaderick McGowan or Killian Essex, whichever face turns up in Dalaran first, given that the Black Maw has already proven an asset and a damn good one so far - and not only to myself. General Winters herself is to have it as well, the wolf queen knows my mind in strangely innate ways that few others have, and this will be of interest to her one way or another.” A bright flame seemed to light the Thalassian woman’s eyes, a soft but wicked-looking smile on her lips. “And of course, Riz of Sunspire, he’ll know exactly who in port should know of these.”

The arcanist’s sleek dark hair swished back over her shoulder as she turned to face the operative directly, her pacing coming to a halt. “Now,” she said, her tone low, smoldering, serious, her eyes bearing a fierce glint. “What I am about to tell you next is to be known to all our sea-faring operatives, but is not to leave the mouth of anyone in this syndicate, on pain of my ire, understood?”

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Norse gods and goddesses of the  sea


Ægir, meaning ocean, is the giant of the sea, as well as its king. He is the personification of the power of the waves and tides. When at sea the waves represent his presences.

He lives in his magnificent halls in the depths of the ocean with his goddess wive Rán. He is a gracious and calm host but he lusts for gold. Therefore gold might be used as an offer to honour him.


Rán, meaning robber, corresponds to the more sinister aspects of the sea, in context of drowning unfortunate seafarers and dragging them down to dwell in her underwater halls. Therefore Rán is goddess of the storms and the drowned dead. So when faring on sea for a longer period it might be wise to keep her presence in mind.

Some poems I found about Rán:

“to the sky shot up the deep’s glides

With fearful might the sea surged:

Methinks our stems the clouds cut

Rán’s road to the moon soared upwards.”

“Witch, in front of the ship thou waste,

And lay before the fjord; To Rán

Wouldst have given the rulers men

If a spear had not stuck in thy flesh.”


Njørd is one of the principal gods of the Vanir tribe of deities. He is particularly associated with the sea, seafaring but also with wealth and fertility. Njørd rules over the elements mainly fire and wind. With him in mind he will grand good fortune to those who fare the sea.

Jackal and Hide Newspost: April 2017

Oi oi lads, lasses and fellas with glasses~ Zaoka Aloka here with the latest news for the month from Jackal and Hide!


Following last month’s largest intake since summer last year, we’d like to congratulate Drazi Rae, Klynk Wiltkoel, Subetei Noykin and Neyuki Utaura on successfully passing their probation and becoming full members of the crew!


As we entered the first turn of a new Moon, the Jackals were summoned to the aptly named “War Room” where they were faced with yet another choice to make, this time the means of securing a vessel for a long-standing business venture. Steal a ship from a known group of retired privateers, or infiltrate a noble’s ball and rob them blind without anyone being none the wiser. Naturally, the Jackals opted to rub elbows with those of a more privileged station and made ready to infiltrate the ball. The operation was a success, with the jackals making off with a considerable sum of valuables from the noble’s estate, all to be fenced off in order to provide the funds to secure a sea faring vessel of their own.

A sizeable number of Jackals took part in the Spell Breaker Tournament, in which wielders of Iron and fist duelled against wielders of Aether. The Mages met their defeat at the hands of the Mercenaries and both teams were tended to by the healers of the Matrons Reach network, who were standing by, ready to provide succor to those who needed it.

In the coming suns the Jackals found themselves taking on a contract to brave the unforgiving forestlands of the Black Shroud in order to protect a group of Conjurers as they went about purging a foul taint that was plaguing the area. Splitting into two parties, the Jackals found themselves being assailed by the enraged flora and fauna, drawn to the call of the elementals. Though they had to be careful, for even felling a single beast could have resulted in drawing further ire from the forest. Both parties were able to fulfil the contract to the letter and protect the conjurers from the marauding beasts without spilling a single drop of blood, and thus the forests rage was quelled, for now at least.

Though the excitement did not end there, for the Jackals were once again called upon to salvage a derelict vessel, this time an Airship that had run aground in the region of Coerthas, specifically a crate of highly valuable Lumythrite ore. When the Jackals arrived they found the vessel in good condition, though the bitter cold was doing its best to make its claim on the downed airship. Though the battle with the elements, and the ships failing structural integrity soon became a race against the clock as the crew tried to locate their prize as an advancing blizzard threatened to roll in. The Jackals were able to locate the precious ore and retrieved the crate in which it was contained, with the barest of moments left in their window to depart.

                                    Preparing for Stormblood

We’ve been working hard to prepare for Stormblood’s release. Thanks to a group effort we were able to successfully complete building a grade 3 wheel stand for the FC house, as well as unlock the required schematics to create five grade 3 wheels of pilgrimage and confrontation in order to provide us with enough Heat of Battle III and Reduced Rates III to last five days into launch. Our very own Ryder Bailey took several of our members out on map runs to raise funds to refurbish the estate once 4.0 rolls over with the item limit increase and was able to successfully raise 2million gil in one night!


I want to thank all of our members for their hard work this past month. I think it’s safe to say that we’re more than ready to take on 4.0 once it’s released! A fair few of us are eagerly awaiting what Square Enix has in store for us, even more so in following the recent Letter from the Producer! Thank you for reading and we hope you all are looking forward to Stormblood as much as we are! Til next time, have fun n’ take care!

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                                            Kind Regards

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A Knight for a Swan

Summary: The campaign had lasted only mere weeks before King George had been dispatched and King Arthur had victoriously claimed the throne. Divided loyalties among the Lords and Knights of King George and Sir David had left the kingdom too weak and disorganized to put up much of a defense. Now all the lands were vulnerable. It was only a matter of time before an army loyal to the new Sovereign would come to capture, not only Sir David, but all his lands, his holdings, and even his only daughter as well. All in the name of the new King.

Notes: Medieval/Fantasy AU set in FairyTale Land….kind of. As it usually happens, I was working on another piece when this one just wouldn’t take no for an answer and wait its turn. I’ll be posting it without a beta, and without much research, so there is no guarantee of historical accuracy, which is why I classify it as ‘fantasy’, because to me that means I can then do whatever the hell I want in the fic…it is FICTION after all. I’m thinking it’ll be about 3-5 chapters, and I plan to post at least one chapter a week. Enjoy!

Amazing artwork provided by @juliakaze

Rating: T / Word count: ~4000

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Chapter 1

It had all happened so fast.

It’s not as if they hadn’t been expecting an attack. They’d known for months now that the kingdom was in turmoil and that war was inevitable. At first everyone believed that the conflict would be between King George and his adopted heir, the Duke of Shepherd. King George had no sons of his own and had long ago adopted a set of twin boys, raising the eldest as his heir. Prince James, had died several months before, leaving his brother, Sir David as the new heir to the throne.

All those within the kingdom (and many without) knew that there was no love lost between King George and Sir David. The two barely tolerated one another in public. King George was a greedy tyrant who taxed his subjects mercilessly and attempted to claim more and more lands through ruthless campaigns against their neighbors. He had become increasingly paranoid at the idea that Sir David (who was well liked and respected among the other lords) would make an attempt to overthrow him and take the crown for himself.

Rumors of war circulated the kingdom for months following the Prince’s death, but the conflict had not come from the new heir. One of their neighbors had finally had enough of King George’s atrocities and saw the rift within the kingdom as the opportune time to strike.

The campaign had lasted only mere weeks before King George had been dispatched and King Arthur had victoriously claimed the throne. The divided loyalties of the Lords and Knights between King George and Sir David had left the kingdom too weak and disorganized to put up much of a defense. Now all the lands were vulnerable, and it was only a matter of time before an army loyal to the new Sovereign would come to capture Sir David’s lands and holdings in the name of the new King.

Sir David had never intended to usurp King George, a fact he tried to reassure his adopted father of many times over the last several months. When it had became clear that King George would not accept the truth, and that neighboring kingdoms would eventually lay siege, Sir David and his wife, Lady Snow, had devised a plan of escape for themselves and their daughter, Lady Emma. They had planned to flee Misthaven before war broke out and seek refuge with their allies Prince Eric and Princess Ariel in their neighboring, sea-faring kingdom.

Lady Snow had left first. They had chosen to stagger their exits over time rather than flee all at once, hoping it would seem less suspicious. Under the guise of visiting her old friend, Lady Snow had booked passage to Ariel’s kingdom and departed with the King’ George’s full knowledge. Perhaps if they didn’t try to hide her escape His Majesty wouldn’t see it for what it truly was, and he didn’t. Not that he had ever paid attention to Lady Snow’s actions anyway…he never had cared for the woman.

Lady Emma was to follow next. She was to disguise herself as a peasant and travel with a family to the southern border where she would board one of Prince Eric’s vessels that would take her to reunite with her mother. If all went according to plan, then no one would even know Lady Emma was gone, as she rarely appeared at court. Days before she was set to leave, however, a wrench was thrown into their plan. A royal summons to appear at court within a fortnight.

If she didn’t heed the summons it could alert King George to their plan. They felt certain that the summons was sent (addressed only to Lady Emma and not extending to her parents) as a way for the King to assess, and covertly interrogate, Lady Emma, thereby gleaning information that might pertain to her father’s supposed run at the crown. She would have to attend. There was nothing for it.

Sir David had argued, commanding his daughter to stick to the original plan, but she had his stubborn streak and wouldn’t back down. She would go to court and he would make his leave while she was gone. No one would believe that he would abandon his only child on the cusp of war, making it the perfect time for him to escape. In the end Sir David relented, seeing the logic in his daughter’s plan, and took her place as peasant traveling to the southern border. Lady Emma would take his escape route the moment she returned from court.

Except that the war had come before she could follow.

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Portami a fare l'amore
nel più schifoso dei posti mortali
illegale come vetri in cemento
legati stretti ad un tempo imperfetto
che gira sul mondo cantando una nenia
dolce e veloce che non t'addormenti
Prendi la mano dell'amico lontano
che un anello t'ha messo al collo
come catena invisibile d'oro
collane al vento ma che vento?
Sei in gabbia e non vedi più fuori
Ma tu portami a fare l'amore
nel più schifoso dei posti mortali
che i tuoi capelli papaveri in fiamme
giocan coi miei noiosi aguzzini
t'avranno mai detto che il cielo è per gli sciocchi?
Ma non ti accontenti, sfidando i miei occhi
che vedono il vuoto in te, nel mondo
E scorre la pioggia rigando le guance
un pianto bambino per un mondo strano
e te che non mi porti più a far l'amore
mi bastava il più schifoso dei posti normali
Ma io sono polvere e forse anche tu
e se ®esistiamo a chi importa più?
Tu corri nei prati, io conto gli asfalti
che m'hanno coperta di altri rimpianti
E se potessi sognarti
ti dipingerei su un foglio coi baffi
che a lei piaccion tanto ma non sanno di te
che scacci veloce quei brutti ricordi di me
che non ti amo da un po’
E sputi per terra
pozzanghera sporca
di cose non vissute che hai dentro le ossa
e guardi per strada il colore dei muri
e piangi sui fiori fingendo rugiada
che m'ama, non m'ama
e Margherita è rimasta nuda, spogliata
Ma a te non basta sognarmi incantata
in bar sconosciuti che son la mia casa
vorresti uno sguardo, un sorriso, un abbraccio
quel tanto che basta per ricordarmi che esisti
E portami a fare l'amore
nel più tremendo e orrendo dei posti
che tanto è normale conviver coi mostri
che l'infanzia t'ha creato sotto il letto, nell'armadio
ma ovunque li vedi son nella tua testa
che ti rapisce, mare, tempesta
un vento leggero s'insinua nel bosco
sull'albero chiosco del tuo giardino
E corri bambina felice nell'erba
e lascia i dolori con lui sottoterra
rinfrescati nel fiume, torrente ghiacciato
chi t'ha incontrato non t'ha mai scordato.
—  sono-libera-da-me-stessa

Speaking of Asian, I for one don’t personally identify as Asian, at least not entirely.

Yes, the Philippines is geographically in Asia, specifically South East Asia, but lets face it, we are no where near the Asian mainland, we are miles away, in all directions. The nearest body of land is another archipelago chain of islands of Indonesia which is right off the coast of mainland Asia (at least the largest island) but in reality we are pretty much a group of islands isolated out at sea from the rest of Asia. The only reason we are in Asia is because white people drew the lines and boundaries of where it begins and ends.

Does that mean I identify as Pacific Islander? No, that is a Polynesian, Micronesian, and Melanesian identity and we are none of them.

Does that mean I identify as Hispanic? No, hardly, because despite the Hispanic influences during the 333 years of Spanish colonial rule, we are not Hispanic (unless an individual is through their family). Yes we have influences on our food, culture, language, but that does not make us Hispanic.

So what does that mean for my identity if I don’t identify with those 3 which are what most people argue with. Of course, geographically wise I identify as Southeast Asian, especially and mainly maritime SEA but only because of geography. However cultural wise other than being Pilipinx which is a whole general identity on its own and is broken down even more to the more than 100 ethnic groups on our islands, what I identify as is being Austronesian.

You can argue oh but we are Asian because of this, oh no we are Hispanic because, oh no no we are Pacific Islanders, etc. and the whole self identity and confusion many Pilipinx, especially those abroad face. However one thing you can’t deny at all is our Austronesian language, culture, and blood. The Austronesian people, languages, and region stretches from Taiwan (the indigenous, non-Han Chinese groups) to the Malagasy of Madagascar, to maritime Southeast Asia, to Hawai'i. There are branches stemming off the Austronesian family due to language but all in all we share the same ancestors who first navigated and became masters of the sea. Our indigenous cultures share similarities, from tattooing to a warrior culture to sea faring. Some groups were influenced from the Asian mainland from the introduction of Hinduism to Buddhism to Islam then of ideas and influences coming from traders from Asia, (the Austronesians of Southeast Asia). For us Pilipinx we got all of that PLUS Christianity and the Hispanic influences. We have cultural and religious influences that make up the general Pilipinx culture very diverse but despite that, our Austronesian culture still shines through our multi ethnic nation of 7,107 islands.

So when it comes to identity, one that I have struggled with for years since growing up, geographically speaking I am Southeast Asian. Nationality wise I am Pilipinx-American. Ethnically speaking I am Akeanon and Tagalog. Cultural, regional, linguistic, and DNA wise, I am Austronesian.

ellelan  asked:

silverflint prompt - fearsome Pirate King John Silver adopts a fearless chicken named Monique. They become bffs and sail the high seas together. Flint tries his best to deal with a situation.

Fulfilling a promise as well as a challenge. I give you Monique

Flint wasn’t proud of ordering the kidnapping of a chicken but enough was enough.

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Life at Sea:
A Pirate Mix for the Seafaring Days

1. Mermaid Song - Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides // 2. One Way or Another - Until the Ribbon Breaks // 3. Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag Main Theme - Brian Tyler // 4. Theme from Black Sails - Bear McCreary // 5. Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars // 6. The Parting Glass - Peter Hollens // 7. Life at Sea - Brian Tyler // 8. Fight Club - Lorne Balfe // 9. The Sound of Silence - Nouela // 10. Black Ships - Gem Club // 11. Dark Sea - Husky // 12. Fare Thee Well - Brian Tyler // 13. Man Overboard - Puscifer // 14. Misty Mountains - Peter Hollens ft. Tim Foust // 15. A Pirate’s Life - Brian Tyler // 16. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde // 17. Wobbly Wheel Set - Clandestine // 18. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Think Up Anger ft Malia J. // 19. The Parting Glass - Sarah Green