#captain nathaniel flint

[0moon--jelly0]

NATHANIEL FLINT! 🏴‍☠️

[mellow-yellow1213]

So, I've gotten back into Treasure Planet recently. So naturally I downloaded the art book, because I love this movie so much. And I found a really interesting tid-bit about B.E.N.! It says 'Flint served as a father figure to B.E.N, albeit a cruel and abusive one' I would've loved seeing his time as Flints navigator. How the hell did he survive lmao

B.E.N has been my favorite character since childhood, so finding any additional information about him is so fun!

[here-be-descriptions]

Captain Nathaniel Flint, from “Treasure Planet”. Voiced by Peter Cullen, and animated by John Pomeroy.

“On the clearest nights, when the winds of the ethereum were calm and peaceful; the great merchant ships, with their cargos of solar crystals, felt safe and secure.

Little did they suspect that they were pursued by pirates.

And the most feared of all these pirates, was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint.”

“Like a Candarian Zap-Wing overtaking its prey, Flint and his band of renegades swooped in out of nowhere. And then, gathering up their spoils, vanished without a trace.”

“Flint’s secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden; somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination. The loot of a thousand worlds.

Treasure Planet.”

[n1ghtpers0n15]

So I saw this screenshot

So my brain did this

Here we got a happy Flint, a snugly Flint (with Billy), and a freaked out Flint trying to get back his only way of getting around fast.

Poor Jim doesn’t even know why he’s being chased, he just saw something cool, grabbed it and before he knew it, there was a giant six eyed dragon chasin him.

But also poor Nathaniel, cause that right there is the source of most of his abilities that Jim’s accidentally stealing, probably making it difficult to catch the lad……hope Jimmy drops it soon poor guy

[galacticspaceguy]

I have seen a lot of treasure planet fanfiction across the internet- SPECIFICALLY flint x oc fanfiction, and what I’ve noticed is a recurring plot line of the mc getting kidnapped and falling in love with flint- ANYWAYS I was thinking about it and I remembered Ezra is a bounty hunter- and I think it would be really funny to see Ezra being paid to save these woman after flint essentially kidnapped them

Only for the women to confess they fell in love with Flint, which doesn’t make much sense to Ezra, because to Ezra, Flint is the worst guy ever. He does not understand the appeal.

[orderly-menace]

At Death's Door

Spawning from an idea along the lines of "You've crossed him, and he lets his mask slip. He no longer has any semblance of sapience, and stares like a nocturnal predator.", this was an... interesting experimental piece.

I had never drawn reflective eyes before, but this was such a fun means of practice that I didn't mind doing the effect. (and tbh, I might do it again.) The effect gained feels so eerie, like you've done something horribly wrong. But the most fun part of this piece, was the portal itself. The black hole is something I have tried before in practice and this was fun to finalize as something I could do.

Anyways, enough talk. Enjoy the art!

[lootsofathousandsworld]

Another merchant ship this week? Must be my lucky day!

[chaossmith2]

Early wake up call

[my-edina-donald-world]

Captain Flint Treasure Planet

digital print

miss Edina Donald 2021

[stariinights14]

Some lovely haggis x pike for the soul

Art and of belongs to @chaossmith2

CHAOSSMITH MAKE MORE HAGGIS X PIKE FANART AND MY LIFE IS YOURS ‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[uselessalexis165]

Wormhole What Ifs (1)

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Ash belongs to @ash-pirate25

Emma belongs to @the-weirdos-mind

Cetus belongs to @aalbliii

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[1st picture]

Lyka: I NEED TO SEE HIM DROWN!!!

[3rd picture]

Lyka: I mean, you totally could’ve avoided all this if you just liked better men.

[4th picture]

Lyka: I know that I can’t kill you. So, take this as my ONE and ONLY warning.

[5th picture]

Emma: LYKA! WHAT DID YOU DO?!!

Lyka: I just went to go have a little chat with the guy. And also cause some property damage. Nothing too special.

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For this Mermay, I wanted to share the inspiration I got from listening to the song Ruthlessness from EPIC: The Musical. Which inspired me to make these drawings.

So, for context, these are part of some What If ideas in the wormhole canon. My idea was: What if when Lyka and Ash first met, they’re first meeting wasn’t pleasant and Ash wasn’t alone when she came out of the wormhole.

Now stuck out of time and place, Flint continues his rampage across the galaxy in search of spoils for his keeping’s, despite Ash’s warnings of things not being the same when they got out of the wormhole.

Blinded by his greed, Flint attacks Cetus’s treasureless ship, only getting outrage when the ship is barren of spoils and only holding its Captain and crew. Fueled with rage, the out of time Flint attacks the Captain of the ship, ignoring the pleading protests of his partner.

Soon, the infamous Captain Nathaniel Flint, somehow back from the dead, vanishes with crew and leaves behind the damage he has done. Unbeknownst to the infamous Captain, the injured Captain’s daughter witnessed it all, and she was going to make the infamous Captain wished he listened to his partner.

Fueled with revenge, the Captain’s daughter gathers her fair share of help to track down the infamous Captain, and to make him suffer, just as much as he made her suffer. She knows she can’t kill the infamous Captain. She doesn’t have the nerve to take someone’s life, nor does she want the possibility of time itself to shatter if she kills a dead man raised from the past. But she will make the infamous Captain suffer and hurt, just as much as he hurt her and her family.

There are still some drawings I want to do for this and even draw stuff for some other What Ifs, but it’ll take some time. 💜🧜🏻‍♀️

[eveningalchemist-art]

I wanted to see my fav Flints swap clothes :] 🏴‍☠️

[the-weirdos-mind]

If Emma met Flint

Emma: So you’re Captain Flint? You’re a lot taller than I thought you were

Flint: Yes

Emma: Did you ever kill anyone brutally??

Flint: …We’re getting off subject

[n1ghtpers0n15]

@galacticspaceguy DREW YER BOY!!!!!!!

Forgive me I think I butchered the background a bit 😅. I hope you don’t mind but I turned Flint’s head a bit since he’s kinda hard to draw from the front

Ezra’s fun to color by the way💚

For anyone else that sees this and is confused this character (Ezra Calico) is a treasure planet oc that belongs to the person I tagged, they made a dtiys thing and I desperately had to draw him (all the art over there is pretty by the way)

Also here’s these other things if ya wanted to see em

[galacticspaceguy]

Little fanfic below: Flint it’s chilling at a bar and then Ezra comes outta nowhere

In the depths of the Etherium, pirate Captains tend to be drawn to big, loud bars. They go there and show off their spoils and tell their tales, expecting applause and praise; along with a lad or lady glued to their arm by the end of the night.

Nathaniel Flint has to pride himself for this one; finding a quiet bar is practically impossible nowadays. Not that he’s completely turned off by those rowdy bars, sometimes a little attention is all he needs.

‘Course, that’s when he really wants it, but now he’s got the Navy constantly hunting his ass, he needs a little peace and quiet now and then to fully collect his thoughts and drink some good ale.

His crew may be a little annoyed at the slowness of the inn, but Flint himself almost finds it quite endearing.

Lost in his mind, he stares down at the bottom of a cup. No ale.

“Aye, barkeep,” He barks, not looking up he pushes his empty cup forward. “Another. Stronger this time. You aren’t getting paid to make ale this watered down.”

“Apologies, Captain.” Came a young, shaky voice. A boy named Gale. He keeps the bar clean- clean enough that is. He’s a Tuskrus, probably around… 19? 21? Flint never bothered to ask.

“We’re, uh…” Gale faltered a bit, grabbing Flint's empty cup. “A bit slow today.”

“Aye? How so?” Flint's gaze was glued to the bar island he was sitting at, as he twisted

A cigarette between his fingers, examining it. He was the only one sitting at the long table. Everyone knew not to approach him on nights like these. His tone was strangely calm, almost curious.

“W-we’re missing a few ‘tenders tonight.” Gale explained, doing his best not to glance up at flint, but failing not to. “Out sick, mostly.”

“Hmph.” Flint huffed. Was he satisfied? Was he skeptical? It was surprising. If so many of their bartenders and barmaids had fallen ill, who was pumping out drinks so quickly? Whoever it was lowered the quality, but hell, they were pumping out drinks faster than he's ever seen. Sure, his crew was large, but damn, they were gonna start racking up a bill soon.

Gale placed a new drink in front of Flint. “N-now if you excuse me, Captain Flint, I-I must go out back, boss has me- uh.. working extra.”

“Then leave.” Flint demanded, slamming his new drink on the table, making Gale flinch and scurry off. Flint scoffed, shaking his head as he brought his cup to his lips.

Didn’t take Gale long to come back, though he was surprisingly more silent then he usually was. Maybe he finally learned to shut up.

Gale's mouth was silent, but his moves were sharp. Strange, Gale was rather gentle with how he handled his drinks, dangerously gentle as he was a damned clutz.

Flint finds himself bored enough to look up, and he is surprised to find it is not Gale who had returned to the bar, but someone else. Someone who Flint had never seen before. A new hire? Not likely.

This bartender had his back to Flint. It was a felinid for sure, with ears and a tail like that. The feline's fur was a mix of white, orange-brownish, and black fur. His hair was a light brown with an orange tint, and it was incredibly long; longer than Flint's even; and it was held up in a high ponytail.

He wore a dark red shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; revealing a series of scars and old burns upon his forearms and hands. The rest of his outfit were simple clothes- nothing more than cloth over his body; black pants, a brown belt, and strangely, a black handkerchief tied over his face, right under his nose.

“You ain’t the one watering down our drinks, are you?” Flint asked in amusement and in a hint of anger. His drink was as thin as him and the barrier to hell.

The bartender was quiet as he finished filling up a new cup. “Unfortunately, that’d be me, Captain.” His words were slightly muffled by the mask. He kept his back to Flint as he added some finishing touches to Flint's drink.

“You best hope you’ll be alive to reduce the bill for inadequate service.” Flint scoffed, rolling his eyes.

The boy laughed, though it was on the line of genuine and forced. “I don’t think someone like you should have much trouble paying, aye Captain?”

The boy finally turned around, placing the drink he’s been spending so much pretty time on in front of Flint.

From what Flint could see, the bartender's face was messed up, scars galore. The old wounds were hidden behind two long sets of bangs. But what instantly caught Flint's attention were the bartender's eyes; green irises, sharp yellow pupils. Everyone else was just a black void. It honestly did nothing but make him look more tired.

He’s never seen a felinid like that before. Probably a hybrid. Those eyes are a dead giveaway.

Flint picked up the drink, glancing back at the felinid. The bartender stares at him for half a moment, before turning to move away. Flint harshly grabs him by the arm, pulling him back. Using his other hand, Flint pulls the bartender's mask off his face. He doesn’t trust a man who has a face he can not see.

The feline hardly looked shocked, just silent, perhaps he knew this was coming. The rest of his face was just as scarred. Disturbingly enough, he had two scars- though technically it could count as one- running up either sides of his mouth, all the way up under his cheek, creating a long mouth. It seemed to curve downward at the ends. It honestly didn’t look too different from Flint's mouth if he’s being honest. He’s seen himself enough times to know what he looks like, but it’s clear this boy clearly wasn’t born with that.

Flint's hand stays clamped around the bartender's face, turning it from side to side, getting a good look at the boy. Gods, he barely looks 20.

“Who the hell fucked you up?” That was Flint's first question, of course. Flint settled back down, letting the boy slip free of his grasp. The boy rubbed his slack jaw, staring at Flint in disdain.

The bartender's hands fall to his sides. He turns away, setting up to make another drink. “Just some people.” The boy said quietly.

His voice was cold and his tone fell flat. How can someone sound so young, and yet sound as though they’ve seen everything?

“Oh boy, they couldn’t have just been ‘some people’ if they did that.” Flint huffed, picking up his drink once more. “Humor me, lad. What could someone like you have possibly done to earn that.”

“Things happen when… people know who you are.” His hands work slowly at first, before coming to a stop. “Where you are.”

“Aye, and by the looks of it, you thought it’d be safer where they couldn’t find you, yes? Coming out here to this… dingy bar in the middle of who knows where!” With the sudden race of emotions he was feeling, Flint felt slightly light headed. “Well, let me tell you something, lad. People like that are always gonna find you no matter where you go.”

By the Cosmos, what was he doing? Out here giving life advice to a boy half his age. Gods, he must really be blacking out now. Looks like they finally listened when he said he wanted something stronger. What was even in this?

“C-Could I offer you advice, Captain?” The bartender asks, sounding wary, as he continues on with cleaning. “In exchange for what you’ve given me?”

“Oh yeah? And what advice could you possibly give me?” He laughs, shaking his head. He lifts his cup again, hoping to finally get a good full sip of what he has been given.

“Don’t accept drinks from people who want you dead.”

Flint freezes as soon as the cup reaches his lips.

Flint placed the cup down, eyeing the bartender closely. He spoke slowly, “What’d you say ‘yer name was, boy?”

The ‘bartender’ laughed; a cold, empty laugh, yet riddled with a hint of amusement. “We’re a bit past that, aren’t we…, Captain Nathaniel Flint?”

“You know it’s rather dangerous for a hunter like you to be on his lonesome.” Flint sat straight, his hand instinctively going for the handle of his sword. “Especially in a bar full of pirates.”

The ‘bartender’ leaned against the countertop, his arms folded against the wood, right across from Flint. He looked Flint dead in the eyes and said; “Who said I was alone?”

[thetalesofnathanielflint]

Does "The Tales of Nathaniel Flint" feature any historical pirates (like Blackbeard, Calico Jack, Mary Read, Anne Bonny, Stede Bonnet and so on)?

Indeed!

Blackbeard, Israel Hands, and Stede Bonnet will all be featured as major characters later on

And Captain Yang is heavily inspired by Zheng Yi Sao

Calico Jack will play a small role in the story as well, but he is mostly addressed/referenced by name only by other characters (as of now, I’m only anticipating him ever being physically present in a flashback for literally one chapter lol)