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Behold, I have finally finished “A Pirate’s Life!” And I’m only two months overdue. It may be my most quickly completed fanfic yet. The final chapter is up on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pirategasm now.
Sadly, not only is it late, it’s also sorely lacking in lemony goodness. I did my best to try and induce someone to have wild monkey sex, but Jack insisted that he had a headache.
It would have been up several days ago, had I not been delayed by a final exam, a midterm, one of the most boring papers it’s ever been my misfortune to write, and the need to register for my Spring classes. If all goes well, I get to take The Old South, The Second World War, and Medieval Ideologies.
I’ve just realized that so far I’ve taken a class on Medieval and/or Renaissance history every semester but one since starting college. Perhaps I should do my thesis next year on the Medieval Church.
For those who care:
“A Pirate’s Life,” you’ll have noticed (or maybe you haven’t) has quotes from eighteenth century ballads at the beginning of every chapter. The songs used (with relevant lyrics included) are as follows:
A Sailor’s Life Elizabeth, Mary Rose (chapters one & seven)
Chorus: Oh a sailor's life is a weary life
For he robs the girls of their delight
Causes them to weep causes them to mourn
Loss of a true love, never to return
“Oh father, father, build me a boat,
And on the world's oceans I will float,
Hail each captain as I pass by,
There I'll ask for my sailor boy.
Oh captain, captain, tell me true,
Does my own Willie sail with you?
Tell me soon to give me joy.
None will I have but my sailor boy.”
“Oh no, kind lady, he's not here.
He drowned in the gulf and we buried him there.
Upon the island as we passed by,
There we left your sailor boy.”
John Riley Elizabeth, Norrington, Jack (chapters five & ten)
Said I, “kind miss, don't you want to marry
Oh won't you be a good sailor's wife?”
She said “no, kind sir, I'd rather tarry
I'd rather lead a single life.
I have a fair true love on the ocean,
for seven long years he's been at sea.
And if he's gone for seven more, sir,
no other man shall marry me.”
“Perhaps he's in some deep ocean drowned,
or maybe on some battle field slain.
Perhaps he's taken some fair girl to marry
and his face you'll never see again.”
“My true love, he may be drowned
or on some battlefield slain.
If he's taken some pretty girl to marry
I'll love the girl that marries him.”
High Barbary Norrington (chapters six, eight, & nine)
There was a gallant English ship
A-sailing on the sea,
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
And her Captain he was searching
For a pirate enemy,
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
"Look ahead, look astern,
Look a-weather and a-lee,"
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
"Aloft there at the masthead
Just see what you can see,"
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
"There's nought upon the stern,
There's nought upon the lee,"
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
"But there's a lofty ship to windward
And she's sailing fast and free,"
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
"O hail her! O hail her!"
Our gallant Captain cried,
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
"Are you a man-o-war
Or a privateer?" said he,
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
"O I am not a man-o-war
Nor privateer," said he;
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
"But I'm a salt-sea pirate
Whose a-looking for his fee,"
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
O 'twas broadside to broadside
A long time lay we,
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
Until we shot her masts away
And blew them in the sea,
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
The Drowned Sailor Elizabeth (chapter eleven)
As I was a walking down in Stokes Bay
I met a drowned sailor on the beach as he lay
And as I drew nigh him, it put me to a stand.,
When I knew it was my own true Love
By the marks upon his hand.
The Female Smuggler Elizabeth (chapter fourteen)
With her pistols loaded she went aboard.
And by her side hung a glittering sword,
In her belt two daggers; well armed for war
Was this female smuggler,
Was this female smuggler, who never feared a scar.
Now they were followed by the blockade,
Who in irons strong did put this fair maid.
But when they brought her for to be tried,
This young female smuggler,
This young female smuggler stood dress-ed like a bride.
Their commodore against her appeared,
And for her life she did greatly fear.
When he did find to his great surprise
'Twas a female smuggler,
'Twas a female smuggler had fought him in disguise.
He to the judge and the jury said,
'I cannot prosecute this maid,
Pardon for her on my knees I crave,
For this female smuggler,
For this female smuggler so valiant and so brave.'
I Know Where I’m Going Elizabeth, Jack, Will (chapter fifteen)
I know where I’m going
I know who’s going with me
I know who I love
And the devil knows who I’ll marry
I have stockings of silk
Shoes of bright green leather
Ribbons for my hair
And a ring for every finger
Feather beds are soft
Painted rooms are bonny
But I would trade them all
For my handsome, charming Johnny
Some say he’s black
But I say he’s bonny
Fairest of them all
My handsome, charming Johnny
And the song that provided the initial plotbunny and in essence inspired this whole thing, House Carpenter Elizabeth, Will, Jack, Mary Rose (chapters two, three, four, twelve, thirteen)
“Well met, well met, my own true love,
well met, well met” cried he.
“I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
all for the love of thee.
I could have married the King's daughter dear.
She would have married me.
I've forsaken her crowns of gold
all for the love of thee.”
“If you could have married the King's daughter dear
I'm sure you were to blame,
for I have married a house carpenter.
I find him a nice young man.
I find him, a nice young man.
And if I forsake my house carpenter
and go along with thee,
what have you got to maintain me on
and keep me from poverty?
And keep me from poverty?”
“Got six ships, six ships out on the sea,
seven more on dry land.
A hundred and ten brave sailor men
will be at your command.”
So she picked up her own wee babe,
kisses she gave him three,
saying “stay right here with my house carpenter
and keep him good company.
And keep him good company.”
They'd not been gone but about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three.
That fair maiden, she began to weep.
She wept most bitterly.
“Why do you weep, my own true love?
Weep for your golden store?
Or do you weep for you house carpenter?
You're never gonna see him anymore.”
“Oh, I do not weep for my house carpenter
or for my golden store.
I do weep for my wee, wee babe
Never gonna see him anymore.
Never gonna see him anymore.”
They'd not been gone but about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four.
That little ship, she sprang a leak and sank.
Never gonna rise no more.
“What hills, what hills are these, my love,
these hills so fair and high?”
“These are the hills of heaven, my love,
and not for you and I.”
“What are these hills, these hills, my love,
these hills so dark and low?”
“These are the hills of Hell, my love,
where you and I must go.
Where you and I must go.”
Additional inspiration was taken from:
The Yo Ho Song from the ride “Pirates of the Caribbean”
Changes in Latitudes by Jimmy Buffet
Son of a Son of a Sailor by Jimmy Buffet
A Pirate Looks at Forty by Jimmy Buffet
Loving the Highwayman by Linda Rhondstat & Emmylou Harris
What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor? sea chantey, performed by Wat Yarborough, Ned Kimbrough, and Karen & Liz Lowry
Hearts of Oak, a popular late-18th/early-19th century British naval song
Eternal Father Strong to Save, the US Naval Hymn
Sea Fever by Connemara (based on the poem by John Masefield)
Eddystone Light, a traditional hornpipe of surpassing obnoxiousness
Diamonds & Guns by the Transplants
pirategasm now.Sadly, not only is it late, it’s also sorely lacking in lemony goodness. I did my best to try and induce someone to have wild monkey sex, but Jack insisted that he had a headache.
It would have been up several days ago, had I not been delayed by a final exam, a midterm, one of the most boring papers it’s ever been my misfortune to write, and the need to register for my Spring classes. If all goes well, I get to take The Old South, The Second World War, and Medieval Ideologies.
I’ve just realized that so far I’ve taken a class on Medieval and/or Renaissance history every semester but one since starting college. Perhaps I should do my thesis next year on the Medieval Church.
For those who care:
“A Pirate’s Life,” you’ll have noticed (or maybe you haven’t) has quotes from eighteenth century ballads at the beginning of every chapter. The songs used (with relevant lyrics included) are as follows:
A Sailor’s Life Elizabeth, Mary Rose (chapters one & seven)
Chorus: Oh a sailor's life is a weary life
For he robs the girls of their delight
Causes them to weep causes them to mourn
Loss of a true love, never to return
“Oh father, father, build me a boat,
And on the world's oceans I will float,
Hail each captain as I pass by,
There I'll ask for my sailor boy.
Oh captain, captain, tell me true,
Does my own Willie sail with you?
Tell me soon to give me joy.
None will I have but my sailor boy.”
“Oh no, kind lady, he's not here.
He drowned in the gulf and we buried him there.
Upon the island as we passed by,
There we left your sailor boy.”
John Riley Elizabeth, Norrington, Jack (chapters five & ten)
Said I, “kind miss, don't you want to marry
Oh won't you be a good sailor's wife?”
She said “no, kind sir, I'd rather tarry
I'd rather lead a single life.
I have a fair true love on the ocean,
for seven long years he's been at sea.
And if he's gone for seven more, sir,
no other man shall marry me.”
“Perhaps he's in some deep ocean drowned,
or maybe on some battle field slain.
Perhaps he's taken some fair girl to marry
and his face you'll never see again.”
“My true love, he may be drowned
or on some battlefield slain.
If he's taken some pretty girl to marry
I'll love the girl that marries him.”
High Barbary Norrington (chapters six, eight, & nine)
There was a gallant English ship
A-sailing on the sea,
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
And her Captain he was searching
For a pirate enemy,
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
"Look ahead, look astern,
Look a-weather and a-lee,"
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
"Aloft there at the masthead
Just see what you can see,"
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
"There's nought upon the stern,
There's nought upon the lee,"
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
"But there's a lofty ship to windward
And she's sailing fast and free,"
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
"O hail her! O hail her!"
Our gallant Captain cried,
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
"Are you a man-o-war
Or a privateer?" said he,
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
"O I am not a man-o-war
Nor privateer," said he;
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
"But I'm a salt-sea pirate
Whose a-looking for his fee,"
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
O 'twas broadside to broadside
A long time lay we,
Blow high, blow low, and so say we;
Until we shot her masts away
And blew them in the sea,
Cruising down along the coast
Of the High Barbaree.
The Drowned Sailor Elizabeth (chapter eleven)
As I was a walking down in Stokes Bay
I met a drowned sailor on the beach as he lay
And as I drew nigh him, it put me to a stand.,
When I knew it was my own true Love
By the marks upon his hand.
The Female Smuggler Elizabeth (chapter fourteen)
With her pistols loaded she went aboard.
And by her side hung a glittering sword,
In her belt two daggers; well armed for war
Was this female smuggler,
Was this female smuggler, who never feared a scar.
Now they were followed by the blockade,
Who in irons strong did put this fair maid.
But when they brought her for to be tried,
This young female smuggler,
This young female smuggler stood dress-ed like a bride.
Their commodore against her appeared,
And for her life she did greatly fear.
When he did find to his great surprise
'Twas a female smuggler,
'Twas a female smuggler had fought him in disguise.
He to the judge and the jury said,
'I cannot prosecute this maid,
Pardon for her on my knees I crave,
For this female smuggler,
For this female smuggler so valiant and so brave.'
I Know Where I’m Going Elizabeth, Jack, Will (chapter fifteen)
I know where I’m going
I know who’s going with me
I know who I love
And the devil knows who I’ll marry
I have stockings of silk
Shoes of bright green leather
Ribbons for my hair
And a ring for every finger
Feather beds are soft
Painted rooms are bonny
But I would trade them all
For my handsome, charming Johnny
Some say he’s black
But I say he’s bonny
Fairest of them all
My handsome, charming Johnny
And the song that provided the initial plotbunny and in essence inspired this whole thing, House Carpenter Elizabeth, Will, Jack, Mary Rose (chapters two, three, four, twelve, thirteen)
“Well met, well met, my own true love,
well met, well met” cried he.
“I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
all for the love of thee.
I could have married the King's daughter dear.
She would have married me.
I've forsaken her crowns of gold
all for the love of thee.”
“If you could have married the King's daughter dear
I'm sure you were to blame,
for I have married a house carpenter.
I find him a nice young man.
I find him, a nice young man.
And if I forsake my house carpenter
and go along with thee,
what have you got to maintain me on
and keep me from poverty?
And keep me from poverty?”
“Got six ships, six ships out on the sea,
seven more on dry land.
A hundred and ten brave sailor men
will be at your command.”
So she picked up her own wee babe,
kisses she gave him three,
saying “stay right here with my house carpenter
and keep him good company.
And keep him good company.”
They'd not been gone but about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three.
That fair maiden, she began to weep.
She wept most bitterly.
“Why do you weep, my own true love?
Weep for your golden store?
Or do you weep for you house carpenter?
You're never gonna see him anymore.”
“Oh, I do not weep for my house carpenter
or for my golden store.
I do weep for my wee, wee babe
Never gonna see him anymore.
Never gonna see him anymore.”
They'd not been gone but about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four.
That little ship, she sprang a leak and sank.
Never gonna rise no more.
“What hills, what hills are these, my love,
these hills so fair and high?”
“These are the hills of heaven, my love,
and not for you and I.”
“What are these hills, these hills, my love,
these hills so dark and low?”
“These are the hills of Hell, my love,
where you and I must go.
Where you and I must go.”
Additional inspiration was taken from:
The Yo Ho Song from the ride “Pirates of the Caribbean”
Changes in Latitudes by Jimmy Buffet
Son of a Son of a Sailor by Jimmy Buffet
A Pirate Looks at Forty by Jimmy Buffet
Loving the Highwayman by Linda Rhondstat & Emmylou Harris
What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor? sea chantey, performed by Wat Yarborough, Ned Kimbrough, and Karen & Liz Lowry
Hearts of Oak, a popular late-18th/early-19th century British naval song
Eternal Father Strong to Save, the US Naval Hymn
Sea Fever by Connemara (based on the poem by John Masefield)
Eddystone Light, a traditional hornpipe of surpassing obnoxiousness
Diamonds & Guns by the Transplants
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