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              i don’t know how to put it into words

                         how much i need you 

                              how much i love you

                           i just know i sleep better 

                           when you’re beside me

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Introduction to Pirates: Pirate Ships

The exact design of ships changes by the time and place of their manufacturing, but they had common builds and terminology.

Directions on a ship are:

bow or prow (front)

starboard (right, as seen when standing on the ship facing prow)

port (left, as seen when standing on the ship facing prow)

aft or stern (rear)

amidship (in the middle of the ship)

windward (the direction the wind is blowing)

leeward (the opposite of windward, sheltered from the wind or downwind)

Important places on a ship are:

bilge (the lowest part of the ship, the part most likely to leak and be filthy)

crow's nest (a small platform near the top of the mast for lookouts)

fo'cs'le or forecastle (the section of the upper deck in front of the foremast)

helm (the steering wheel. contains the bittacle/bitacola/binnacle, a box which holds the compass)

hold (storage space in the lower part of the ship)

hull (the body of the ship)

keel (the underside of the ship)

mizzenmast (the largest mast. on a ship with three or more masts, the mast aft of a mainmast)

poop deck (the highest deck, usually above the captain's quarters)

main (the longest mast)

quarterdeck (the aft part of the upperdeck)

Depending on the size of the ship, it may have one or multiple decks and masts. The flagship of Blackbeard, the Queen Anne's Revenge, was an English-built frigate. It was a 200-ton, 103 foot long vessel with three masts (the fore, the mizzen, and the main). It allegedly had 40 cannons, though only 30 have since been found (far more than most of the ships it attacked) and as many of four anchors, which could weigh up to 3,100lb and take over an hour to raise.

Vessels such as pirate ships cannot accurately be called boats, this is a pet peeve of many nautical workers.

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Neil Gaiman’s 8 Rules of Writing, a remake of this post. Source.

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The Secret of NIMH (1982) dir. Don Bluth

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DWC Feb, Day5: Ambition/Relentless

Word Count: 921

Summary: Kappi has taken on a very ambitious project in hopes of giving @attzi-gearburst a special Winter's Veil Gift.

Warnings: None!

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His body was tense, hunched over the workbench as he focused in. When he had the cabin built he made sure to include multiple areas for him or Attzi to work just for occasions like this one. Reaching up he flips lenses in his goggles, slipping the magnifying one into place, and focuses in again on the task at hand. In front of him lay an array of parts, some broken, most not and once he actually gets them all together it will be a functioning watch. Or so he hoped. Attzi had been teaching him all about clocks and watches, building them and repairing them. He had taken to it well enough, but just as with any new skill it had not been without its stumbles. But honestly, he had an amazing teacher with Attzi, she was extremely patient with him and he truly enjoyed learning from her. It made it that much more enjoyable. In fact, that is exactly why he came up with the idea with this ambitious project in the first place.

He took a deep breath and shook out his hands, then grabbed the mainspring winder and the mainspring, looking it over carefully to make sure it had no flaws. Satisfied it looked strong he started to slowly wind it. This, for whatever reason, was the part he always had issue with. Whether he wound it too fast, not fast enough, the spring was bad, or any number of other reasons that he failed to get the spring just right. Sadly this time was no different. As he was winding the spring got bound and snapped. He frowned and set the winder down. 

“So many times..just can not seem to get that quite right the first time.” He shakes his head and leans out seeing the broken piece on the floor. He shakes his head again then pulls the other piece from the winder and loads up another spring. He had planned for this and gotten quite a few extras. He smirked and even chuckled as he started again, this time taking even more care than the last. His extra care pays off, as this time it winds perfectly. He snaps it into the barrel and begins carefully closing it up and as he gets the barrel closed he actually jumps a bit on his stool, his tail wagging happily. He had been trying to complete this entire project for sometime, and had wanted to give it to her for even longer. 

The train of wheels came next and that was tricky for a completely different reason than the mainspring. Having to balance all the wheels simultaneously before installing the bridges, it was like the circus performer balancing all the spinning plates. He gets the center wheel placed then the bridge just to hold things together. The escape wheel comes next then comes the balancing act. Keeping the escape and other two wheels he was about to place in their pivots. It took him a few tries, having to attempt to place the bridge then remove everything to start again, trying the bridge again then starting again. He had to take a moment to take a few breaths and then, finally, everything fell into place. As soon as they do his tail begins wagging just as it had earlier. He knew it would only be a matter of time, as long as he kept at it.

He continued working, constructing, greasing, dropping parts into their perfect little places. Which would have been amazing had it happened. In actuality, he broke several parts, lost a few others and had to wipe away much more grease than he should have ever used.Eventually though, after many long hours of relentless work on his part, he drops the balance in and watches the watch come to life. Seeing that, made it all worth it. His tail wagging so hard it would have knocked over anyone in its path. In fact he had to take several moments to calm down because he was shaking. He had watched her construct many watches, helped build several with her right there. But seeing this come to life knowing it was all him..it was such a different feeling all together. He got everything locked down and set aside, after watching it tick away for several minutes of course, and pulled the case over to look at.

The case of the watch was made up of blackrock ore, its natural black color giving that away even at a glance. The back was smooth and had a small message engraved on it. The front was mostly smooth, save for the heart shaped stone in the middle. Around that the numbers one through twelve numerals were carved, but the stone was the eye catcher. Set in the gap in the front was a heart made from bixbite, her favorite stone. The way that neon magenta stone caught the light was simply stunning. He was almost as proud of the design of the watch as he was completing it, almost. He sets the watch in place, its face a white face that actually showed the inner working in its center. The numbers were a brilliant shade of blue as well as the hands and when it all came together he stared in awe. She had saved his life, and he would never truly be able to repay that, but he hoped this would end up being just one of those stones that he would use to build up as close as he possibly could.

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DWC Feb, Day4: Influence/Distant (Kavette)

Word Count: 1128

Summary: Kavette, if that is her name, wakes up in the middle of a ship wreck and has absolutely NO idea how she got there.

Warnings: Mention of spiders, total despair, dark voices.

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“Deadspark!! Deadspark!!”

The words echoed in her head. No, not words, name? Was it her name? That couldn’t be her name..could it? What was her name?

“KAVETTE…..” Came a cold, dark voice, from the base of her skull. Was that her name? Kavette. Who was that speaking..How did they know… 

“KAVETTE….” Again, the voice crept out from the base of her skull like a spider slowly creeping towards its prey. Who was Kavette? It had to be her name, but…she could not remember. She could not remember…anything. 

“-YOU- ARE KAVETTE, YEEEESS.” She cries out in pain, or was that only in her head? It still seared like she had been stabbed with a hot poker directly to the base of her skull. Yes..yes she was Kavette.  But who was this in her head..who was…

“WAAAAKE….UUUP…” More scratching at the base of her skull..like a skittering that made her skin scrawl. Wake up? Am I asleep? Why should I….

“NOOW!!!!” 

She was jolted awake to find herself barely clinging to a large section of wood that looked like what used to be the hull of a ship. Her eyes went wide and she scrambled to keep herself afloat, eventually pulling herself up onto the floating debris. She was trembling, bad, bad enough it was difficult to keep a hold on the small hand hold she found and she was unsure if it was the cold or the fear she felt that was the cause. Slowly she scanned her surroundings. Water. Everywhere. How did she even get here? The last thing she remembered…She winced as that searing pain came roaring back, again starting in the base of her skull. A few hopeless tears began to stream down her face as she looked around again, the sheer terror of so much uncertainty hitting her all at once. She barely knew who she was and had no idea where she was, when she was, how she got here, or how she was going to even survive.

Then she saw it, land. It was distant but it was there. She started crying all over again, tears of relief. She might actually make it long enough to ask those questions all over again. But..but how was she going to get to the island? She couldn’t swim that distance….did she even know how to swim? There had to be a way..an escape raft..no, whatever ship she had been on was in pieces there was no way it survived. She looked out through red, puffy eyes, scanning her surroundings again. Nothing. There was nothing but debris from the ship, however she even got on board. She could see clothes, luggage and…goblin who were not as lucky as she was. She covered her mouth with her hand, gasping loudly before she collapsed back to the wood beneath her. She would not survive this…there was no way to get to shore, no one to help her..she was going to die right there on the oce…

“NO! NO YOU WILL NOT! IT WILL NOT BE ALLOWED!!” That  voice in her head again..the searing pain again! This time she did cry out, hands grabbing at her head, hitting it against the wood several times. Shaking, screaming, the darkness creeping in from all sides until..nothing. There was no more pain, no more stinging from her red and puffy eyes. No more sun beating down on her face or ocean splashing at her. There was nothing.

Suddenly she was moving, but it was not her doing the moving. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and hoists her up off the blasted out hull she had been floating on. She could hear sounds..voices? That creeping feeling crawled up from the base of her skull again, sending shivers all throughout…but her body did not shake. Why was she not…she starts moving, but it wasn’t her. Her hand raised, she could hear deep voices yelling for her to stop, that they were there to help. Her hand opened, as did her eyes, enough to see a light..then everything went black yet again. 

When next her eyes opened she was in a small room, on a bunk meant for someone far bigger than she was. She was out of her wet clothes and into..was it a large shirt? Her head pounded, ears were ringing and every inch of her body hurt. She groans and rolls over and the sound of a chair toppling over snapped her eyes open. She scrambled back, putting her back against the wall, looking for the sound. In front of her stood a tall, slender man with light red skin and long hair that was pulled up in a ponytail. Wait..no that is an elf. Why did she know that? Her knees immediately came up in front of her, her arms wrapping around them as she panicked..she did not know what else to do. The man held up his hands, saying something in a language that she did not immediately understand, more so due to the ringing and muffled way she was hearing things now than anything else. She closed her eyes, hands grabbing and pulling down on both ears, and she screamed which startled the man yet again. He waved both hands back and forth then scrambled out of the room, saying something on his way out. Get someone? Healer? She could heal..why did she think that? She shook her head and started to take several deep breaths, hugging her knees tightly as she tried to calm herself but the panic had already grasped her.Suddenly, there came a heavy sound from down the hall. Thud, thud, thud..Footsteps from someone heavy. As she looks up she sees the elf has returned and he brought a much larger person with them. They were very muscular, had green skin, black hair and…blue eyes. An orc. The orc’s eyes were different, they looked kind, despite the external appearance. Somehow she relaxed slightly, but as he approached she stuffed herself back into the corner and started to scream again. Before she got to full throat the orc had placed his hand on her head and she felt a calm come over her unlike anything she had ever felt before. Well, that she remembered before and right now that didn’t go back very far. Her eyes started giving heavy, like she was about to fall asleep, which she suddenly felt like that was the best idea she had had since waking up. Before she drifted off to what she hoped was sleep she thought, “They don’t seem ta want ta hurt me at least.” Followed by that scratching scream from the base of her skull..

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DWC Feb, Day3: Consequences

Summary: Kappi's newest "gift" has him thinking about past choices and has lunch with @attzi-gearburst

Warnings: None

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“Ya knew then consequences of returnin’ to him, Kappi. Ya knew it yet here you are.”

Those words echoed in Kappi’s mind almost daily. A constant reminder of his moment of weakness after witnessing his boss make the sacrifice play. 

Another constant reminder with the frequent packages that arrived at the FBC offices in Booty Bay. Addressed to him, each one a matte black box with a red ‘T.F’ logo on the side. Something he knew all too well and something he regretted each and every time that box arrived. These were his consequences. The constant barrage of new jobs that he could not turn down or risk putting the one person he loved in danger. 

Each box had the details in it for the next job. Though Kappi had learned early on that Draven was not sharing the whole truth each time. As if some kind of sadistic test to make sure that Kappi truly was back and that his skills were still as sharp as ever. The first, telling him the target had gone to Vol’dun when they had, in fact, fled to Kul Tiras. Another gave him the wrong target, informing him it was an entirely different race. Another, incorrect description. Each and every one, more frustrating than the last. Though, once he knew that there was misinformation somewhere, he started picking up on the tricks and he was able to discern which piece of info was false. He just wished the packages would stop arriving, but that was in the works. 

Kappi stared at the most recent arrival that sat on his desk. A package about the size and shape of a hat box, wrapped in the same black paper as always and a bright red bow tied around it. The moment Kappi had seen it he had pushed it across his desk but it was not something he could push away for long. He would have to look at it’s contents, look at what the Farmer had in store for him next. At least Attzi had convinced him to bring her with him on all of these jobs. It had helped far more than Kappi ever knew it would and was amazing to have someone with him that he trusted with his life. He sighed heavily and sat up in his chair, finally reaching for the cursed package. The time had come that he finally had to look at it, he could not put it off any longer. He slips a dagger from his belt and flips it over, slicing along the seam of the box before putting it away. He had gotten over the caution long ago that any of these would be booby-traped. Even if all this was Draven simply screwing with him, these jobs still needed done and they always got them done quickly.

Inside was the normal contents. A small cake with the same color scheme of the box, a dossier with information about the job and a smaller box that usually had another small part that would help him make the picture whole. He flipped the folder open and started scanning the papers. The target was a mage this time. He sighed heavily and rubbed at his temples, mages were not an easy catch. Though this one seemed like he could be. His name was Bozabeck and it seemed he was very proud of his skills. Could get him to start showing off, could doubt his abilities to get him riled up and willing to be by himself. There was also that off chance Attzi knew him. He flipped another page and continued reading looking for where this ‘Beck’ had last been seen and where they could start sending people to search. As he was reading down another page of the information, looking for that tiny clue to tell him just what part of the information was false, there was a knock on his office door. He stopped reading and glanced up to find Attzi standing in the doorway with lunch in her hands. He smiled and flipped the dossier closed, pushing it to the side, but as she saw it a heavy frown set in.

“Monthly package arrived.” She said flatly as she approached the desk, setting several containers on it.

He nods and sighs. “That it has. Could use your help, love. Looks like a mage this time, maybe you know them.” He motioned towards the dossier for her to see, but she did not grab it right away. Instead she pushed it aside and offered him one of the containers with a smile. “Could be! Right now though, ya gonna sit right there and enjoy ya lunch with me.” She says very matter-of-factly, pulling up a chair, sitting next to him and smiling.

Kappi chuckles and nods, knowing this was not an argument he was going to win. He pops the top on his lunch and is handed a fork by Attzi. They dig in and for those few minutes Kappi almost forgets about the dossier sitting on his desk. But the problem with consequences is they can not be avoided for long…

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DWC Feb Day 1: Weakness

Summary:You know what, I am not sure how to classify it other than a sort of poem. 

Warnings: Mention of blood

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Kappi lay on the sand and looked at the sky Blood covered his fur that had started to dry The snakes had decided to leave him alive His weakness the reason he was allowed to survive.

He groaned and hissed and rolled to his side His shame was so great he just wanted to hide It would be hours or days till help would arrive His weakness the reason he was allowed to survive

Tears streamed down his face falling to the sand Passing out, coming to, a pattern he could not understand Finally they saw him, vulpera a group of five His weakness disappeared and he found the drive

Leaving him was a mistake one they would regret His bones all healed his targets set His enemies picked off, no longer live His weakness was gone and now he could thrive.

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It looks so good!!!

To finish off today's art spam, I finished my commission for @advancedscoutkappi Thank you so much for the order, I really enjoyed working on your boy!

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Fun fact: Kappi is only the second furry character I have drawn ever, and there’s been a lot of me going “aaaaa I don’t know what I’m doing!!!!!” followed by “….oh. That wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be after all.”

I gotta freckle his other shoulder and take a chunk out of his left ear, but other than that, lineart stage complete!

This guy is a commission! He belongs to @advancedscoutkappi and if you want your own commission, check out my carrd!

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Ding Ding Ding, y'all know what time it is!

(also find me on other sites here: https://bio.link/fishadee )

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Another amazing piece done by @fishadee of my Kappi and @attzi-gearburst !

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patreon reward for oct 2022

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Patreon reward!

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Kappi out here looking good

Commission! [Nov 22]