When Japan declared war against Germany in August 1914, German aviator Gunther Plüschow, based in Kiautschou Bay, flew a number of reconnaissance missions and downed a Japanese plane. When the military situation in Tsingtao became untenable, he flew out and, after crashing his plane, started for Germany on foot. Avoiding arrest, he reached Nanking by foot and boat, Shanghai by train, and San Francisco by ship (via Nagasaki and Honolulu). After crossing the US he set off for Italy, but bad weather forced his ship to dock at Gibraltar, where he was arrested by the British. He was transferred to a POW camp in Leicestershire, but escaped during a storm. While an alert was put out for a man with a “dragon tattoo”, he spent time in London disguised as a worker and hid in the British Museum at night. Finally he managed to board a ferry to neutral Netherlands and from there reached Germany. Initially he was arrested as a spy, since no-one believed his story.
Request: Would you like please make a Imagine Chekov properly saying goodbye to the ship’s crew? Because I need that - @putthephaserdownplease
A/N: I deleted the playlist a made to make my friend cry when I moved like a week before getting the request and it would have been such perfect mood music for this. I feel like that karma for making a playlist of song that would make my friend cry. Also Keenser’s totally find; you guys don’t have to worry. Little guy just got all tuckered out.
Could you write a newt x reader where the reader is Tina and Queenies
younger sister xx
Thank you so much for requesting.
After days spent on a cramped ship, Newt was positively giddy when
he was finally able to get back on to dry land. Unfortunately his long legs
hadn’t quite caught up with his brain and they began to wobble, stumbling about
like a new born fawn, he grabbed on to the railings by the docked ship. Now
that he was finally here, his nerves began to set in, his stomach going into
knots at the thought of all of the things that could have changed in his
He had grown rather fond
of the Goldstein sisters and of course Jacob throughout his previous time in
new York, but the youngest of the sisters could not be shaken from his thoughts
for long, she always seemed to wander back in, no matter the situation. He
didn’t want to lose that, it had been so long since he was able to call someone
a friend, but a lot can change in six months.
Having Regained his
balance, he began to walk the vaguely familiar path to his friend’s apartment. Allowing
his mind to wander back to the time that he first met you.
Newt stood awkwardly, in the corner of the small living room of the Goldstein sisters apartment, clutching his case and trying to stealthily edge his
way around the wall and out of the door. This was utterly ridiculous, he just
needed to check on the creatures, see who was missing and get them back to
where they could be safe. He couldn’t fathom how eating dinner would help with
this situation, surely it only meant that the escapees would get themselves
into more mischief than they already had.
He had managed to reach
the door and was inches away from turning the door knob, when Queenie turned
her golden head of curls, her brilliant blue eyes giving him a knowing look
before breaking into a smile. “Mr Scamander, would you prefer pie or strudel?’
he knew he’d been caught, and it hit him how rude he was being, his mother did
not raise him to be ungrateful; she also didn’t raise him to spend the night in
a ladies home, but that was by the by. Queenie continued to smile as these
thoughts scampered through his disorganized mind. “I don’t really have a
preference’ Newt said a little quietly adding a small smile on the end.
Newt watched Jacobs face
as Queenie made the strudel. it was almost mundane to him, but to Jacob it
seemed that all of his Christmases and birthdays had come at once. Newt smiled
slightly at the muggles reaction.
The door suddenly opened
beside newt, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. In the threshold looking
rather apologetically at him, stood a woman, hair pulled back into a messy bun
with several tendrils escaping. She wore what he recognised as a healers
uniform, it was rumpled from the day’s work. she had large kind eyes that he
felt he could swim in. “Mr Scamander’ Tina almost had to shout to get his
attention, he had the good grace to flush at his blatant staring. “yes?’ Newt
managed to choke out. “ this is y/n our youngest sister. Y/n this is Mr
Scamander, I’m helping him find some things that he’s lost’ you raised your
eyebrow slightly at him before allowing a smile to spread across your face.
Newt smiled fondly at the memory, as he made his way towards the Goldstein
sisters apartment. He ran up the rickety staircase as quietly as he could, so
as not to rouse the suspicion of your traditionally strict land lady. He made it to the front door without
detection, and knocked softly.
smoothed his trousers and jacket and checked the bow tie that you and your sisters
had sent him in congratulations on the completion of his book, it had tiny
feather quills and scrolls of parchment embroidered on the silk. He was still
fiddling with the tie when Queenie swung open the door and held her arms out to
him. “there’s our sweet author’ she beamed at him as she bundled him into a
tight hug ‘I know someone whose missed you’ she stage whispered at him, he
hadn’t realised just how much he had missed the blonde witch. Her bright smile
and equally sunny personality never failed to make him feel just a little bit
daring to hope that she was referring to you, he just smiled slightly as she
guided him into the familiar cosy living
room. Where Jacob sat on the sofa, as he entered, the shorter man jumped to his
feet and pulled Newt into a hug as though they were brothers. Newt smiled
fondly at the man, he still smelled vaguely of pastries and cakes. “it’s good
to see you’ the dark haired man beamed at him. “Tina is still at work, she’s
been buried under a pile of paper work, poor thing. She’s hoping to be done in
an hour or so.’ Queenie told Newt as she returned to her previously occupied
seat, next to jacob. “ it should give you and y/n time to catch up a little bit
before dinner’ a smile spreading across her face. Newt felt his face grow
warmer, he cleared his throat trying to compose himself, he was just about to
ask if you were also at work, when you entered the room.
were even more stunning than he remembered, hair slightly ruffled around your
beautiful face, from when you had been running your fingers through it. Oh how
he would love to be the one to stroke your hair, treating you with the care and
kindness that you so rarely showed to yourself. He realised that he was staring
again and averted his eyes.
smile broke across your face ‘well, look who just jumped into the bath with me’
you chuckled as you held your hand out flat to show picket. Newts face paled
slightly, he hadn’t even noticed that the small creature had scurried down his
arm. “y/n I am so sorry, are you alright? He has missed you an awful lot, not
that that’s any excuse for jumping into a bath with someone’. You cut off his
ramblings by gently placing Pickett back into the breast pocket of his jacket,
‘there you’re safe and warm at home, on your very own walking tree’, your hand
stayed on his chest a few moments more than was really appropriate, before your
eyes met and you each smiled at the other.
had imagined seeing you again so many times before, in his mind he was far more
confident, far surer of your feelings towards him. Never had his imagination
taken him to this Sanrio. He would have to have a talk with the little bugger,
currently residing in his pocket looking up at him, like butter wouldn’t melt.
have you been Mr Newton Artemis fido Scamander? How are the children?’ you
teased him gently, he rolled his eyes slightly, forgetting that he had printed
his full name, a smile still sliding onto his freckled cheeks, at the
realisation that you had read his book. “we’re all well, Pickett wasn’t the
only one to miss you’ you raised your eyebrows questioningly, realising how
that had sounded, he quickly added ‘the mooncalfs, the mooncalfs have missed
you too. Actually, we’ve all missed you’ having finally found his courage he
looked you in the eye and smiled genuinely, his own eyes wrinkling at the
think I’ve missed you all, more than I can say’ your voice was barely above a
whisper but it still swam in his head as you ever so gently stroked the leaves
that sprouted out of Pickett’s head. Newt was sure that you could feel is heart
hammering against his chest.
and see the creatures, you’ve got time before dinner’ Queenie giggled as you
both jumped slightly, having been so wrapped up in each other. “are you sure
Queen? I was going to help you with dinner’ you asked with both hope and
concern. “I’m sure honey, I’ve got Jacob, I know how much you’ve missed the
little niffler’ she said lightly, while placing a hand on Jacobs knee and
sending a wink Newts way. Your face turned a lovely shade of pink at your
placed his precious case on the living room floor, and opened the lid. Taking
your hand, he guided you inside, before he stepped in himself, Jacob with a
wide smile on his face and a pat on newts shoulder said ‘good luck.’ With that
Newt closed the lid of the case behind him. Taking a few calming breaths as he
descended the ladders, he turned to see you, peering at one of the healing
balms that he hadn’t long since
always found himself far calmer and more confident in the natural habitat of
his case. He approached you, and placed a large calloused hand on your back, ‘would
you like to see the mooncalfs, love?’ he asked, his voice soft on your ears. You
smiled brightly and nodded eagerly, he lead you to their darkened habitat, hand
still resting on your back.
look how big they are now’ you marvelled at the creatures as they hopped over
to you both, one in particular nudging it’s head into the back of Newt’s long
legs, in the hope of getting extra treats. “Arthur, you have already had extra
food today, and it’s not supper time just yet’ Newt’s tone was firm but still
full of fondness for the chubby creature. Newts will power began to melt as the
beast looked at him with those large bright blue eyes. “Arthur, don’t look at
me like that’
were smiling broadly at his actions from your crouching position, gently
stroking one of the mooncalfs that was clamouring to get to you. You got to
your feet and cautiously made your way to him, being careful not to step on any
felt your arm snake around his slender waist, his heart seemed to leap as you
leant on him a little. “is your mummy being mean to you?’ you asked the small
creature. “don’t make me feel worse, he’s getting chubby as it is’ he said in a
hushed tone, so as not to offend the innocent looking creature.
so beautiful here’ you commented absent mindedly, gazing across the burrow and
the seemingly never ending field up to the blanket of stars hanging in the sky.
Newt only hummed in response as he wrapped his own arm around you. He placed a
gentle kiss on top of your head, you sighed in contentment and snuggled closer
I, I er’ deciding that his stumbled words were never going to do justice for
his feelings towards you, he took the lead from his creatures and relied on his
actions. He stroked the hair out of your eyes, his gaze met yours and he placed
a soft kiss to your forehead, and one to
your nose and at long last to your soft lips. It was gentle, almost innocent,
but not entirely, there was passion behind it, begging to be let loose.
pulled away slightly to catch his breath, he rested his forehead against yours
and closed his eyes. He could tell that you were still smiling, your hands
still rested on his hips, his own on your arms. “I’m sorry that took so long’
his voice barely above a whisper, ‘you were worth the wait’ you raised your
hand up to push the hair out of his eyes.
felt more nudging to the back of his leg, he let out a small breathy chuckle
‘Arthur, it’s still not supper time’.
is our dinner time though, come on before they come looking for us.’ You
strolled back to the shed, hand in hand. He brushed his lips against your
fingers before letting your hand go and climbing the ladders, as he lifted the
lid, three pairs of eyes were on him, taking note of his flushed face and wide
smile. He froze when he heard your voice from inside the case, ‘come on Newt,
I’ve got a nice view and everything but I’m getting quite hungry’ if it was
possible, newt felt his face grow even redder at your comment.
he helped you out of the case, he kept your fingers intertwined. Everyone
seemed to notice, as all three of them had the brightest smiles he had ever
seen on their faces.
love birds, dinners ready’ Queenie chirped
went in a completely different direction than I had planned.
do you know it’s not the distance that makes you sad, but how distance separate you. of course it is is that something sadder than a kiss in boarding gate in airport or the way you saw her from that ship dock?
that is the most painful moment, when you saw someone that you really want to hold but you will never reach them and they are getting far and gone from your sight
and now you miss everything about her her face her laugh her voice her chubby cheek you miss her existence
and after that you miss every single thing that you’ve ever done and the moment you have been through with her it’s soundless and you miss her terrible voice it’s your favorite steak and you miss her sandbar food it’s your place used to having fun with her and it ain’t fun anymore it’s summer and you used to go to a beach and now you love winter more that anything
sadly thats how distance kill you slowly from your soul, to your heart then infect your brain and now it control your body sometimes distance is more dangerous than anything in this world.
PART ONE Caribbean beaches never got any less beautiful. You remember sailing around Britain a few years back after joining your first crew. The sea’s there were blue, a deep dark blue. Grey when you were sailing around Brighton. It was pretty, but didn’t quite beat the clear, sky blue waters of the Caribbean.
This far out on the docks you could feel the wind, it was warm and damp but a nice break from just feeling the sun beat down on you. The ship anchored on the dock then creaked and groaned. It wasn’t yours, none of the ships bobbing beside this seaside town were. You were out of a crew at the moment. And a ship.
You tightened the scarf on your head and placed a safe hand on your pistol. One of those ships could be yours, just join a crew with a good rep and steal yourself a big bloody pile of gold.
You made your way back up the docks and onto the white sand. The beach town was small, very small, five houses small. Ships and their crew docked here for the best beer Maria had to offer in her pub and supplies from Coulson’s general store. You walked the creaky boards and stairs towards Maria’s pub.
“Ah,” She cheered. “My favorite customer has returned from her dramatic staring out to sea!”
You made a bee-line to the pub counter that Maria was stood behind, she scrubbed away at the inside of a beer glass and smiled while you got comfortable at one of the wooden stools.
You didn’t smile back. She sighed. “You need to get back out on the ocean, island life really isn’t for you, Y/N,”
“I know, I need to get myself a new crew,”
Maria acknowledged what you had said but had an eye on the man that had just approached the bar, she gave you a knowing look before moving down to asking what his drink of choice was. Beer of course, every seaman comes here for the beer. She brews it herself.
“What the hell do you mean we need another commanding gunman?” Bucky snapped. The captain’s quarters was cramped because of all the furniture Steve had accumulated over the years, big curtains, an oak desk, a far too large globe in the corner of the room and the biggest collection of stolen books you’ll ever see.
“Bucky,” Steve sighed from his seat at the desk. “You’re my best man, you know that-”
“Exactly! So why do we need another gunman?”
Steves tone changed to that of something more commanding. Bucky was his crew, correct. But he was his friend first. “Because, we nearly died out there! You did great, but not enough, one man commanding all those shooters will never be enough. Accept that you need help or the ship will sink next time,”
Bucky pursed his mouth. He could argue more, he could demand no new crew members be let onto the ship, but Steve wasn’t looking at him like the brother he was, he was looking at him like the commanding captain whose mind had been made up.
“I want to help choose,”
Steve’s head tilted. “What?”
“I want to help choose my next co-commanding gunman,”
“Listen,” Steve said, Bucky listened. “I’ll let you have your input and I will take it into account. But your say will not be the final one, mine will. Understood?”
“Good, now go tell Sam to start steering with less force, I’m getting sick from all this rocking,”
“You got it, Steve,”
One more night of still sleep and you might just kill yourself. Laying in a bed that wasn’t rocking felt weird, not hearing the sea water hit the walls around you felt weird, the lacking in smell of damp wood felt weird. You weren’t sleeping, no chance.
You walked down the stairs to the bar, Maria had granted you a room upstairs during your stay. It can’t have been earlier than one am and the bar was still open, a few men sat around a table in the corner, drinking well into the morning. Maria, tiredness in her eyes, was behind the bar. There was a huge, toothy smile on her pale face. She was nodding vigorously at the man sat there on the stool. She talked at him and he talked back.
He was a captain, there was no way you’d miss that from the outfit. A captain that knew how to dress. Golden pistols sat in his holsters, a sword at his hip, big black jacket and ruffled, short blondish hair.
Maria spotted me after a moment, she did a double-take, not expecting to see you stood behind the man. You don’t know what reaction you was expecting but it wasn’t a high pitched squeal and a clap of her hands.
“This is her!” She says, switching her glance between yourself and the man at the bar. He turned in his seat, beer in his hands and jingle in his pocket. Blue eyes looked you over, slow, from head to toe. One AM and just out of bed wasn’t usually when you looked your best and so you felt a sense of self-consciousness.
“She doesn’t look how I had expected,” The man said.
You took a few steps closer to the bar until you were within a good conversational distance. “How did you expect?” You ask, still not understanding the context of this conversation.
“I was expecting a butch girl, bigger, taller, more angrier-looking,” He smiles and once’s you over again.
“What, may I ask, have you been telling this man, Maria?”
“You’re going to love this, Y/N,” She says. “So this is, Steve Rogers, he’s captain of the Shield ship. An hour ago, he and his crew turn up asking around for a possible new crew member,”
Steve nods your way then Maria continues. “Everyone in this village knows you’re the best gunman there is and so all the gossip lead him here,”
“It’s true,” Steve says. “My ship needs a new commanding gunman and I think you might be the woman for the job,”
“Can I see the ship?” You asked.
Captain Rogers took a large swig of his beer before speaking. He set it down with a thud. “Are you sleeping here?”
“I don’t know if you could call it that. Without the rocking of a boat I only get an hour or two a night,”
Steve hummed in response, he thought over his beer for a moment or two. “Would you like to spend the night on the shield ship? We have spare bunks, my crew is sleeping at the moment but come first light, you can meet them all, I can show you the working conditions and we can talk pay,”
This was it. This was fate granting you exactly what you wanted and when you wanted it. There was no way that you were going to decline Mr. Rogers offer, not a chance in hell. You tried to hide your childish grin but Maria was looking at you with that same old knowing smile letting you know that you looked just as happy as you figured you looked. You should care more, but you didn’t. You were about to get back out to sea and you could barely wait. The high tides, the booming cannons, the sail whipping in the wind. It’s what you lived for and you were about to get your life back.
Progress MS-04 undergoes encapsulation at the Baikonur Cosmodrome earlier this week as it prepares for a December 1 launch. Progress is an automated cargo freighter that brings fuel and supplies to the International Space Station. Most Progress ships remain docked to the station for four to six months, and periodically reboost the station to higher altitudes.
“Spock… Explain to me what I’m looking at right now.”
The sight of a dead mouse on the other side of the pillow was decidedly low on Jim’s list of top ten ways to wake up.
Spock, who was diligently filing reports, turned in his chair and fixed Jim with a level stare and a raised brow. “It is precisely what it appears to be.”
“Why is it in our bed?” Jim sighed impatiently. His expression softened when a wave of confusion flooded Spock’s face, pulling his brows together and pursing his lips.
“I found the rodent in engineering while obtaining a performance report from Mister Scott. I surmised that it must have found its way aboard the ship while we were docked at Starbase twelve and promptly dealt with the pest.” He paused and lowered the padd to rest on the desk. “Are you not pleased with my performance?” Spock ventured carefully.
Jim looked down at the small creature then back at Spock, who seemed to have deflated on the spot. Pointed ears drooped solemnly and plush lips protruded in the Vulcan equivalent of a pout. The puzzle pieces were aligning in his head. Spock had rid the ship of this minor infestation and was presenting his spoils to Jim as a gift.
With a warm smile, Jim rose from the bed and padded over to the desk. “I’m quite pleased. Surely that goes without saying.” He extended a hand and scratched behind Spock’s left ear. “A very good job indeed, Mister Spock.”
Spock tilted his head into the touch, preening. “Thank you, Captain.”