Side blog for media things I care about or enjoy. Primarily Black Sails which I do not tag. Other things get tags but this is just a Black Sails blog at this point tbh. Likes and follows from somfte-on-main-and-mizzen. 🏴☠️ | Asks, replies, and messages are welcome! If there is a specific Black Sails gif set you'd like to see, I'm open to requests. | [header image description: a farfarawaysite promotional photo of Flint from Black Sails. Reclining in a chair in a cabin on the Walrus, he looks at a feather held in his hand. /end description] [icon image description: a photo of a hand holding a lamp shaped like the moon. The lamp's light is bright white. The background appears black in contrast. /end description]
Am I BAWLING my eyes out? Because all Jack Rackham wanted to do was leave a mark? And be remembered?? And despite years of attempting to emulate the physical toughness and swashbuckling bravery of his fellow pirate captains of legend, it was in fact his pedantic little obsession with getting the right flag art, an action so wholly and undeniably HIM, that ensured his mark on history in the end??? That it's HIS jolly Roger that has endured through time and history as the very symbol of piracy itself????????
If anyone needs me, I will be marooning MYSELF on skeleton island!!!!!!
u kno what drives me absolutely feral. the series of flashback snippets of thomas hamilton in his shirtsleeves, in what looks like the rented rooms of a navy lieutenant - definitely not the glamour of the london house of landed gentry - and he looks so soft and in love. and the sound is so gentle that in my memory it's almost entirely silent. and it's just three tender moments forever immortalized. and the scene looks worn and soft, like the pages of a book so well-loved it was either constantly handled or locked away. and i don't know which is more terrible - that james thinks of thomas always, or that james tries to think of thomas never
Tiffany couldn't quite work out how Miss Level got paid. Certainly the basket she carried filled up more than it emptied. They'd walk past a cottage and a woman would come scurrying out with a fresh-baked loaf or a jar of pickles, even though Miss Level hadn't stopped there. But they'd spend an hour somewhere else, stitching up the leg of a farmer who'd been careless with an axe, and get a cup of tea and a stale biscuit.
It didn't seem fair.
“Oh, it evens out,” said Miss Level, as they walked on through the woods.
“You do what you can. People give what they can, when they can. Old Slapwick there, with the leg, he's as mean as a cat, but there'll be a big cut of beef on my doorstep before the week's end, you can bet on it. His wife will see to it. And pretty soon people will be killing their pigs for the winter, and I'll get more brawn, ham, bacon and sausages turning up than a family could eat in a year.”
“You do? What do you do with all that food?”
“Store it,” said Miss Level.
“But you-”
“I store it in other people. It's amazing what you can store in other people.” Miss Level laughed at Tiffany's expression. “I mean, I take what I don't need round to those who don't have a pig, or who're going through a bad patch, or who don't have anyone to remember them.”
“But that means they'll owe you a favour!”
“Right! And so it just keeps on going round. It all works out.”
“I bet some people are too mean to pay-”
“Not pay,” said Miss Level, severely. “A witch never expects payment and never asks for it and just hopes she never needs to. But, sadly, you are right.”
“And then what happens?"
“What do you mean?”
“You stop helping them, do you?”
“Oh, no,” said Miss Level, genuinely shocked. “You can't not help people just because they're stupid or forgetful or unpleasant. Everyone's poor round here. If I don't help them, who will?”
Firstly, in binnacle there is a stand or house for the ship's compass in front of the wheel. And the binnacle list is the sick list for the crew. The Ship's surgeon or physician generated a daily list of hands unable to report for duty due to sickness or injury. The list was then given to the officer or mate of the watch for use throughout the day during muster, drafting of work details, or other such evolutions. Deck Officers normally kept the list beside the binnacle for ease of reference, hence binnacle list.
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"why doesn't this thing in a movie/book/tv show happen exactly like it would in real life" is the most brain dead criticism the internet has to offer, and yet I see it EVERYWHERE.
The first time - the FIRST time - that Silver says “my men” and not “THE men” is to the man who ruined his leg. “Where are his keys? And has he seen them since he took me away from MY men?” Losing my MIIIIIIIND
when silver is no one from no where with no past and flint is so completely defined by his past. and silver's story is just beginning and you know flint's is about to end <3
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Captain Flint | James McGraw/Charles Vane
Characters: Charles Vane, Captain Flint | James McGraw, Eleanor Guthrie
Additional Tags: Minor Eleanor Guthrie/Charles Vane, Smut, Pre-Series, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Seduction, Anal Sex, Bottom Captain Flint | James McGraw, Jealousy, they are all manipulative assholes and I love them anyway, this goes out to the ‘they fucked once and never talked about it’ truthers
Summary:
There’s a new man in Nassau, and he goes by the name of James Flint. Charles is curious about him and about the kind of power he wields…