#nautical disasters

[flock-of-cassowaries]

Agree, but as a person who’s also in the nautical disasters fandom (?), perhaps we should disambiguate.

Do not drive your converted F150 into the river, is what I’m saying.

It wasn’t meant to be a ship, dude.

I know you say it’s now an amphibious F150, but… it’s really not. You’re gonna mess things up the whole boat-your industry with that contraption.

Also, ro-ro ferries with hull bay doors. No. Just. Absolutely do not the ro-ro ferry.

“ships should at least make sense.” no. ships can make sense, sure. but they’re just fictional characters we play with for fun. they’re fantasies, not a fucking thesis paper. so no, they don’t always have to make sense. they just have to make you happy (or horny).

let people enjoy (fictional) things however they want to enjoy.

[the-golden-vanity]

I think the thing I like most about The Sea, as, like... a setting or a concept, is that in its vastness, its untameable nature, its unknown secrets, you have a lot of historically documented events that sound more like tales out of mythology and folklore.

Take, for instance, the fate of the Victory Expedition of 1829.

The Victory expedition was a private polar expedition led by veteran British explorer Captain John Ross. Twenty-three men set sail for the Canadian Arctic on the steamship Victory, but when the ship became trapped in the polar ice, there was no way to free it. The crew spent four years in the frozen north, surviving on rations from the wreck of a previous polar exploration ship.

Eventually, twenty survivors packed their belongings into small boats and hauled them over ice towards open water. And in that open water, there was a ship, the whaler Isabella of Hull.*

The Isabella's crew couldn't believe their eyes, because, as they told the Victory's survivors, "Captain Ross has been dead these two years."

And if that wasn't strange enough, the (very much alive) Captain Ross of the Victory had, on a previous Arctic expedition, been captain of the Isabella.

*Side note: the more I read about the Age of Sail, the more I realize that wherever official Explorers™ from a given Western nation go, their whalers have already beaten them there. Sometimes that's even the reason the explorers were sent.

[solongshrimp]

Does anybody have pages 5-8 or 19-21 of pancaketiffy's Nautical Disaster anywhere? And does anyone know if the comic was ever continued past page 23? I wanna see if I can archive it somehow.

UPDATE: Did some more digging and found pages 19-21 (though two pages are labeled as page 21, which seems like an accident but they are two different pages, I'll have them listed in order,) as well as a 24th page. My guess is that that was the last page that was publicly released, but again, if anyone knows about pages past this point let me know.

So now all I need to find are pages 5-8, and any possible pages after 24.

UPDATE 2: Found page 7, so that leaves pages 5 and 8.

UPDATE 3: Alright, someone has graciously found the rest of the pages for me, I think this is it. Page 8 is under the Read More, couldn't find a specific reblog for it. I'll have another big update regarding some Pancaketiffy stuff later.

Pages I currently have:

Page 1 -- Page 2 -- Page 3 -- Page 4 -- Page 5 -- Page 6 -- Page 7 -- Page 8 (under Read More) -- Page 9 -- Page 10 -- Page 11 -- Page 12 -- Page 13 -- Page 14 -- Page 15 -- Page 16 -- Page 17 -- Page 18 -- Page 19 -- Page 20 -- Page 21 -- Page 21 (b) -- Page 22 -- Page 23 -- Page 24

Concept Art -- Sketches -- Cover Sketch -- Cover WIP

[capn-twitchery]

what do you mean one of the survivor's names was colonel gracie,,,,that's so funny it's like lieutenant grace but slightly to the left

[earthandsunandmoon]

The Tragically Hip performing "Grace, Too" and "Nautical Disaster" on Saturday Night Live, 1995

[maitbh]

Reading the first chapter of The Wager by David Grann and just going „hm yeah okay I can see how that all went wrong“ after every second sentence

[mistersaturn123]

Holy damn this is good. Those VOCALS.

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

i'm reading about morse code and boat emergency transmissions as research for a sunless sea fic and dang, reading about the titanic sending its messages in the dark of the night to a cold, uncaring ocean is such a powerful image.

i can't imagine the horror and desperation of being those wireless operators, sending message after message and not knowing if anyone would ever hear your cries for help. then for those who could see the messages, seeing them coming and coming and then suddenly stopping and knowing that the worst must have happened. it's so sad but also very powerful to me

[outta-my-tree]

Marie Anne “Annie” Perreault, Titanic Survivor. Traveled with her employers, Mr. and Mrs. Charles M. Hays on board the Titanic.

Montreal Daily Star, Thursday, April 15, 1911. Annie Perreault mentioned in the photo caption. Her employer, Mr. Charles M. Hays, is pictured in the top left corner.

The Toronto Star, 14 Apr 2012, Sat., Page 270, (Toronto, Ontario, Canada)

”First Class, continued: The following names have also been cabled as amongst the First Class Passengers saved, whom we are at present unable to identify, but it is thought they are Maids and Valets.” (Annie Perreault, is listed with a misspelling of her surname - “Pericault”)

In 1912, Annie’s fiancé, Bert Pickett, arrived in New Jersey and they were wed in Trenton, NJ, on 9 December 1912. They are recorded as living in New Jersey in the 1920 U. S. Federal Census. (Above)

They moved to Rodeo, California around 1928 and opened a roadside business selling food and gasoline. Annie died in 1968.

Obituary:

“Last rites were held today for Mrs. Mary Ann Pickett, 90, one of the survivors of the sinking of the Titanic on April 14, 1912. Mrs. Pickett, who died Monday, in Rodeo, Calif. had a clipping which listed her among the missing passengers when the big British liner went down after hitting an iceberg in the North Atlantic.”

More Information:

[the-golden-vanity]

#tragedy of the whale-ship essex (via @even-in-arcadia)

[the-golden-vanity]

Ages ago, @javertisgay made a post about decorating a bathroom with a maritime disaster theme the way some people do with a beach theme. I, of course, thought it was a great idea.

Artists include @astralwhat, Antonio Jacobsen, Frank Hurley, Kyler Martz, Dr. Wolfenbergen, William John Huggins, Kira Lees, and unknown decor and advertising designers.

[swedishgoaliemafia]

only a fool would complain

I started writing an Orange Cassidy/Jon Moxley abo fic literally over a year ago before Full Gear 2023 and I thought I'd have time to finish it because I was so sure that we wouldn't have another OrangeMox feud so soon, AND YET. So anyways it's still a WIP I'm chipping away at but it isn't done yet. But after last night's match and their total exes vibes these past few weeks I decided to write a sequel ficlet in the same AU, which takes place after the undisclosed ending of my WIP. So this is alpha!Orange/omega!Mox as exes post-AEW Full Gear 2024. Their relationship has always been fucked up and so the vibes continue to be fucked up. God knows maybe I'll eventually finish the original fic.

He could smell him through the door. Hotels tried to use scent-neutralizers in the hallways, but Orange had always found that Mox's overwhelming iron scent could overpower any neutralizer.

Possibly because he always seemed to be covered in blood. This night, it wasn't even his own, but everyone knew he hadn't had the good grace to stop and shower before he and his band of merry assholes ran out of the arena with their tails between their legs, like they hadn't just beaten the shit out of Orange and broken whatever pathetic championship aspirations he had only just barely allowed himself to have.

There was a knock on his door again, far too civil for a man currently wearing Orange's blood. Part of him wondered how Moxley had even gotten his room number – as far as he knew, Tony was still trying to book warring factions in different hotels to avoid being stuck with the bad press when they got into fights over breakfast – but he shouldn't have been surprised.

The resigned part of him felt like he'd never truly be able to escape Jon Moxley.

"I know you're in there, Orange," Mox's voice rasped, muffled through the door. "I can smell you."

He shouldn't have been able to. Orange, unlike Moxley, had taken two showers after their match. One at the arena, the perfunctory post-match shower to get the worst of the sweat and blood and ring-grime off.

Then a second one at the hotel, where he scrubbed at himself over and over with the most astringent scent-neutralizing products he owned until his skin burned an irritated red all over and he couldn't smell a scrap of smoke or iron on himself anymore.

Washing away all evidence of Jon Moxley felt like the only revenge he could muster when his chest felt as empty as his backpack and his brain refused to stay in his head, watching his life happen with a clinical detachment that used to be comfortable.

Opening the door for Moxley would ruin all of that hard work. He'd have exfoliated himself to the point of near-bleeding for nothing. Mox would just come in and get his scent all over him again – and that was always the goal, to smother Orange until there was nothing left of him but Moxley, but what Moxley wanted him to be – and it wasn't- it wasn't-

It wasn't a good idea. That's why he'd ended things with Moxley. It wasn't a good idea.

It had never been a good idea.

For a while it had been – he'd thought it had gotten better. It was getting better. They'd talked and it had felt like maybe it was approaching something that could be real, be equal and god forbid maybe a little bit healthy (normal was far too much of an ask for either of them).

But then the shit with Trent started, and Chuck, and Mox lost his belt back to Naito and Danielson announced his retirement and-

It just didn't work out.

Nothing in Orange's life had worked out since he'd first lost the International Championship to Mox at All Out last year. Even when he'd won the championship back, beaten Mox to retain it...

He'd give it all back if it meant wiping away the last year.

Some days he thought maybe he'd give back his entire championship run, all of those record-breaking title defenses, if he could have his friends back.

It would mean he wasn't so damn alone.

And that's what had started this, hadn't it? He'd been alone. He's still had friends then, but he'd been alone, and "alone and vulnerable" was Mox's favorite way to have him. Orange could hear it echo in all of Mox's promos against him, about him, calling him cold-blooded, a snake, untrustworthy, all of the things that Mox himself saw in the mirror every day.

The only thing he liked better than making sure Orange was alienated, making sure that nobody trusted Orange including Orange himself, was making Orange just like him.

And now he'd won. Again. They'd battled not just for the World Championship but for the soul of AEW, and Orange, the chosen leader of the resistance, had lost, just the way he'd first said he would.

Just the way Mox said he would.

And now they were back where they were over a year ago, with Orange lost and alone, in a hotel, with Jon Moxley's wound on his forehead.

Last time Orange had been weak. He'd felt depressed and unmoored, like he'd just irreparably failed everyone who had ever supported him, and Mox had swooped in with a too-understanding voice and big, warm hands and had made himself seem like a good idea, if only for one night.

(Of course, it wasn't just one night. Mox had never planned on letting it be just one night. )

He wished he felt depressed now. It would mean he was still feeling something.

Now, he felt numb. It was like Mox had bitten his flesh and drunk his blood and sucked all of his soul out with it and now he was just a body, a revenant, going through the motions of a life.

It probably wasn't good. He probably was supposed to call Chuck when he felt like this.

(He was definitely supposed to call Chuck when he felt like texting Moxley again. That probably also applied to letting him in his hotel room.)

He didn't call Chuck.

It was late, and Orange had already screwed up Chuck's life enough this year.

"Orange," Mox crooned through the door. For a man who never seemed to know or care what the fuck Orange was thinking when they were together, he seemed to have an uncanny ability for it now.

It didn't matter. They weren't doing this again. It had been- the only reason that Orange had gotten free was because Mox had fucked off to start a cult with Marina Shafir, and Orange only figured that out when everyone else did because Mox finally bothered to show up for work again.

That was part of the problem though. Mox didn't decide they were over. Apparently the fighting and the vitriol and the disappearing for months didn't count as a breakup if Mox didn't say they were broken up.

And when he came back and their old feud rekindled, when everyone forced Orange to be their chosen savior against the one man he'd never wanted to face again, Mox had said whatever shit he had to say to make Orange out to be the worst person in the world, and maybe he wasn't wrong.

Trent and Kris and Yuta all seemed to agree with him. If everyone Orange cared about seemed to be in agreement about him, then maybe he really was that bad.

(Chuck didn't agree. This was why Orange was supposed to call him in moments like these, but the opinion was four-to-one. Chuck would agree with them too, eventually.)

Moxley liked him this way. Moxley was at his door right now because he wanted to see Orange this way. To gloat, for sure, because gloating had been what had started this whole thing. The man truly got off on lording himself over Orange. Something to do with dominating an alpha.

But on some twisted level he did like Orange. It was flattering, when Orange tried not to think about it too hard. He'd picked Orange out special, decided he liked him better than all of the other alphas he'd ever had, and that he wanted to keep him.

Jon Moxley was just about the strongest omega in the world. He was certainly the strongest omega in wrestling. One of the strongest wrestlers ever, period.

Orange should feel so lucky, that Mox was set on him.

He wished he felt lucky.

The knocking started again. It would have been easier if Mox was pounding on the door, if he made himself out to be some evil caricature, an abusive brute who wanted to enact his revenge. It would have been easier to convince himself that this was the bad idea he knew it was.

It had never been like that. That was the problem. Mox had never really been a "good" person in their relationship, but he hadn't been a bad one. At least, not the type of bad that was easy to explain to other people.

But he was calm. He was civil. It would make Orange seem like the unreasonable one, to not answer the door.

He shouldn't answer the door. He should go to bed. He should call the front desk and ask them to remove this man from his doorway. He should just get in his car and drive back home to Philly and put this whole nightmare behind him and change his name and go back to architecture and-

"Orange. Open the door."

Orange opened the door.

Mox's smile was a slow, curling, predatory thing as he leaned in the doorway, bracing one forearm on the doorframe and looming over Orange.

He still had Orange's blood smeared across his mouth.

"There you are," he purred, not in the comforting way that an omega purred, but more like the sound of a hunting tiger right before it struck. "You gonna let me in?"

Orange stood there in the doorway, staring back at him. He suddenly wished he had his sunglasses, anything to make him feel less like Mox was picking him apart with his eyes.

He knew that he wasn't. He knew that Mox was only seeing what he wanted to see.

The problem was, Orange wasn't sure if there was much difference anymore between who he was and who Mox wanted him to be.

Being Orange Cassidy hadn't been working out so well for him lately.

Mox made a considering noise deep in his chest, trailing the fingers of his free hand across the mark on Orange's neck.

Orange jumped, suddenly feeling like he was very much back in his body and wishing he could exit it again.

Moxley's fingers didn't leave, still tracing a firm path back and forth on Orange's neck as he looked him in the eye.

"You knew it was always going to end this way. There was never another option. I have to bring change to this company, whether people like it or not. You were never going to win, but I know you needed me to beat you for you to understand that."

His fingers continued their hypnotic path. It was rather difficult to believe that Orange was the snake, when he was sure he was staring into the snake's eyes.

"It's okay. Some people are hands-on learners, and I'll be the bad guy if it's what I have to do to save everyone."

He pushed off the door frame, keeping one hand on Orange's neck while the other slid to his hip.

"But now you've learned your lesson, right? We've had our little spat. This is done now."

His nose trailed along Orange's hairline, scenting him deeply. Orange couldn't mistake the pleased sound Mox made as he inhaled against the bandaged wound on Orange’s forehead.

"Just like old times, huh? You gonna let me in?"

He shouldn't. He shouldn't. He couldn't do this again. He couldn't afford to- what would everyone think-?

Well, that didn't matter now, did it? He'd already failed them again. What was one more time?

It was their fault for ever believing in him anyway.

Orange stepped backwards into the room; Mox moved with him.

The door slammed shut behind them.

[ghostly-knight]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I MISSED THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS YESTERDAY AND I FORGOT?

[flock-of-cassowaries]

Anti-ship on the context of roll-on / roll-off ferries.

And also cruise ships.

not pro-ship, not anti-ship, but a secret third thing (anti-ship exclusively in the context of the telegony)

[jesslovesboats]

I guess it's time to start moving some content from twt over here! For those who don't know me, I'm a public librarian with a special interest in polar and nautical history, and I love nothing more than connecting readers with good books. I've managed to convert some friends to my way of thinking, and one of them coined the phrase "sad boat books" to describe the types of books that I'm always reading and recommending. Here is my first list of sad boat books-- I can personally vouch for all of them!

New to sad boat? Start here to see if it’s for you!

Endurance by Alfred Lansing

Madhouse at the End of the Earth by Julian Sancton

The Worst Journey in the World- The Graphic Novel Volume 1: Making Our Easting Down adapted by Sarah Airriess from the book by Apsley Cherry-Garrard

Frozen in Time: The Fate of the Franklin Expedition by Owen Beattie and John Geiger

Terra Nova, A GREAT first expedition!

The Worst Journey in the World- The Graphic Novel Volume 1: Making Our Easting Down adapted by Sarah Airriess from the book by Apsley Cherry-Garrard

The Worst Journey in the World by Apsley Cherry-Garrard

A First Rate Tragedy by Diana Preston

Robert Falcon Scott Journals- Captain Scott’s Last Expedition by Robert Falcon Scott

“I Love Ernest Shackleton” starter pack

Endurance by Alfred Lansing

Shackleton’s Boat Journey by Frank Worsley

The Endurance by Caroline Alexander

“I Hate Ernest Shackleton” starter pack

The Lost Men by Kelly Tyler-Lewis

Polar Castaways by Richard McElrea and David Harrowfield

Roald Roald Roald!

The Last Viking: The Life of Roald Amundsen by Stephen Bown

The South Pole by Roald Amundsen

The Last Place on Earth by Roland Huntford*

*DISCLAIMER: this guy hates Captain Scott and gets most of the Scott details wrong, read for Roald only!

The Franklin Expedition

Frozen in Time: The Fate of the Franklin Expedition by Owen Beattie and John Geiger

Erebus by Michael Palin

May We Be Spared to Meet on Earth: Letters of the Lost Franklin Expedition edited by Russell A. Potter, Regina Koellner, Peter Carney, and Mary Williamson

Non-polar sad boats

The Bounty by Caroline Alexander

Batavia’s Graveyard by Mike Dash

The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger

In The Heart of the Sea by Nathaniel Philbrick

Sometimes a sad balloon can be a sad boat

The Expedition by Bea Uusma

The Ice Balloon by Alec Wilkinson

Karluk/Wrangel Island, the expeditions of my heart

Empire of Ice and Stone: The Disastrous and Heroic Voyage of the Karluk by Buddy Levy

The Ice Master by Jennifer Niven

The Karluk’s Last Voyage by Robert A. Bartlett

The Last Voyage of the Karluk: A Survivor’s Memoir of Arctic Disaster by William Laird McKinlay

Ada Blackjack: A True Story of Survival in the Arctic by Jennifer Niven

Miscellaneous sad boat books that are well worth your time

The Ship Beneath the Ice: The Discovery of Shackleton’s Endurance by Mensun Bound

In The Kingdom of Ice: The Grand and Terrible Polar Voyage of the USS Jeannette by Hampton Sides

Madhouse at the End of the Earth by Julian Sancton

Alone on the Ice: The Greatest Survival Story in the History of Exploration by David Roberts

Labyrinth of Ice: The Triumphant and Tragic Greely Polar Expedition by Buddy Levy

If you read and enjoy any of these, please let me know!

[solongshrimp]

Pancaketiffy's Squidbob comics in English (google drive link)

I've been able to track down almost all of the Squidbob comics created by Pancaketiffy in English! Huge thanks to @lake-fmoli for sharing a majority of these with me ^^

Included in this Google Drive link are the comics Squidward's Birthday Gift, Tiki Ceremony, Vacation, Nautical Disaster, Squelly, The Secret Formula, and The Fantastic And Expansive Life Of Squilliam Fancyson, as well as some mini-comics and miscellaneous art.

Tiki Ceremony had a few pages only in Spanish -- pages 30-33 and page 68 -- and since I know it's going to be VERY hard to find those original pages, I've taken an English translation I found and edited those remaining Spanish pages back into English; those pages I've labeled as "retranslated." I'll still be looking for those original pages, and I'm hoping I can find someone who has them, but for now this is the best way to complete the English version of the comic. (Thank you to the people who uploaded the Spanish-translated pages to a NSFW site along with accurate English translations, lol)

I have included two versions of Vacation -- the version where Pancaketiffy took out the NSFW pages, and the original version with the NSFW pages intact. The NSFW version has been labeled "EXPLICIT." The censored version was taken directly from an upload on Internet Archive -- so big thank you to the person who uploaded that! The only things missing from these are the English chapter covers.

Natural Disaster, Squelly, and The Secret Formula were never completed, and as far as I'm aware I've gathered all of the completed pages. I THINK it's the same for The Fantastic And Expansive Life Of Squilliam Fancyson, but I'm unsure. Secret Formula and the Squilliam comic were retrieved from a drive that I can't find anymore 😅 but thank you to whoever uploaded those in the first place.

Some pages are higher-quality than others, but I'm just glad I've found readable English versions of the comics in general. If anybody has or ever finds higher-quality pages, the original English pages of Tiki Ceremony, the English chapter covers for Vacation, or anything else that's missing, please send them to me. I'm gonna try to keep this thing updated, as well as figure out the best way to upload this stuff to Internet Archive.

Again, big thank you to everyone who saved and shared the art with me!

!!! UPDATE 5/24/2025: All the English pages for these comics have been found! As far as I know, at least. Now all I'm looking for regarding Tiffy's Spongebob art would be any higher-resolution images as well as any other missing pieces of art.

I have also decided to archive the rest of Pancaketiffy/Hysterysusie's other art, in a new folder titled Non-SB Art. This includes other fan-works and original series. I'm mostly looking to find more pages of her original comic Alan And The Final Star; this comic had over 100 pages, but I've only been able to find the first 16. I'm also interested in finding any art regarding her Sonic OC comic for Zati The Rebel, which I've only been able to find mentioned on the Wayback Machine. More info in the text file in the google drive.