HordHolm
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We've had a couple of threads recently that have looked at archetypes, and have perhaps generated a little more heat than light... And therefore, perhaps a thread about archetypes which thinks more about the tropes we write than the labels we apply to people might get us back to a fun place.
So, what archetypes will we find when the good ship Venus ghosts into that den of iniquity, Port Royal, one misty morning, the crew intent on a little riotous shore leave before the hull is hauled up the beach to be careened? (Yes, I'm procrastinating...)
The Cap'n - he has no inner turmoil, he is driven, alpha, emotionless. He knows exactly what to do and when to do it, and he fucks with no little technical ability, though he might well lack a little human warmth and his laugh feels harsh and merciless. But at least he always has a cunning plan up his sleeve, even if he is almost certainly a sociopath, and he may well simply push you overboard and let you swim ashore if he's in the wrong mood this morning.
The Dandy Captain - he displays no actual piratical skill, but damn, he wears a broad-cuffed coat with style and loves to feed grapes to his pet monkey. On the plus side, he wouldn't dream of discriminating against someone, male, female or trans - all are welcome in his bunk - and his French accent is a killer. But... he's going to sail you right into a heap of trouble, and he'll be the only one in the ship's boat, rowing frantically in the opposite direction when everything goes to shit.
The Lady Cap'n - you know she's the real brains here, competent and she cares about the scurvy swabs she commands, too. So why she seems to lose her shit over the first square-jawed Royal Navy lieutenant she sees is a bit of a poser. Particularly as we know he's only going to lead her on, leaving her gasping with unrequited emotion as he drops her at the first opportunity for....
The Governor's Daughter - she's high spirited, she's drop-dead gorgeous, she might not be so well educated in the ways of the world as she should be, but she's dead-set on learning them. And more than anything she's possessed of the absolute certainty that she has the duty to go amongst the pirates to defend the townspeople using all the means at her disposal. What will the crew want from her? Is she really so naive as she seems? Will she really slap down every wandering hand, or perhaps only the first...?
The Ladies of Negotiable Affection - these gals are great for a party - they drink, they laugh (particularly at you if you drunkenly fall in the harbour), they smoke pipes, and they'll drag you upstairs without a moment's hesitation if they think that purse of yours is bulging with doubloons. But they've got hearts of gold, too, and they're the only ones who'll do something to help you (though not to the extent of endangering themselves) if you find yourself in the lockup. And if they fall for you, they will love you to the exclusion of all others, no matter who they drag into their drunken orgy tonight.
The Bunk Mates - being a pirate isn't all grog-fuelled revels in Port Royal taverns, and who should an honest deckhand turn to in the night when the ship is becalmed in the Sargasso Sea? Just like cowboys on a mountain, sometimes an Able Seaman in the hand is worth two Ladies of Negotiable Affection in the bush. But just like prison romances, perhaps we won't talk about it when we're onshore, ok?
And lastly, we have The Cabin Boy. Don't worry, this tall, broad-shouldered soul with the swimmer's physique is no 'boy', being actually a man in his twenties. How nobody realises he's the heir to some higher concern before the telegraphed reveal is a mystery, as is the fact that only the Governor's Daughter can see that he should actually be front and centre in the billboard campaign for the latest brand of underwear, making the ladies swoon with his confident smile (did a flash of light just 'ting' off his teeth?) and his promising bulge.
And so the rum-soaked revels begin, the crew dividing itself between the drunks who'll end their night in the gutter, and the lovers who, though still drunk, will end the night in a paramour's bed. And ain't it just a shame that the earthquake's about to hit, destroying this wonderful den of iniquity forever...
So, what archetypes will we find when the good ship Venus ghosts into that den of iniquity, Port Royal, one misty morning, the crew intent on a little riotous shore leave before the hull is hauled up the beach to be careened? (Yes, I'm procrastinating...)
The Cap'n - he has no inner turmoil, he is driven, alpha, emotionless. He knows exactly what to do and when to do it, and he fucks with no little technical ability, though he might well lack a little human warmth and his laugh feels harsh and merciless. But at least he always has a cunning plan up his sleeve, even if he is almost certainly a sociopath, and he may well simply push you overboard and let you swim ashore if he's in the wrong mood this morning.
The Dandy Captain - he displays no actual piratical skill, but damn, he wears a broad-cuffed coat with style and loves to feed grapes to his pet monkey. On the plus side, he wouldn't dream of discriminating against someone, male, female or trans - all are welcome in his bunk - and his French accent is a killer. But... he's going to sail you right into a heap of trouble, and he'll be the only one in the ship's boat, rowing frantically in the opposite direction when everything goes to shit.
The Lady Cap'n - you know she's the real brains here, competent and she cares about the scurvy swabs she commands, too. So why she seems to lose her shit over the first square-jawed Royal Navy lieutenant she sees is a bit of a poser. Particularly as we know he's only going to lead her on, leaving her gasping with unrequited emotion as he drops her at the first opportunity for....
The Governor's Daughter - she's high spirited, she's drop-dead gorgeous, she might not be so well educated in the ways of the world as she should be, but she's dead-set on learning them. And more than anything she's possessed of the absolute certainty that she has the duty to go amongst the pirates to defend the townspeople using all the means at her disposal. What will the crew want from her? Is she really so naive as she seems? Will she really slap down every wandering hand, or perhaps only the first...?
The Ladies of Negotiable Affection - these gals are great for a party - they drink, they laugh (particularly at you if you drunkenly fall in the harbour), they smoke pipes, and they'll drag you upstairs without a moment's hesitation if they think that purse of yours is bulging with doubloons. But they've got hearts of gold, too, and they're the only ones who'll do something to help you (though not to the extent of endangering themselves) if you find yourself in the lockup. And if they fall for you, they will love you to the exclusion of all others, no matter who they drag into their drunken orgy tonight.
The Bunk Mates - being a pirate isn't all grog-fuelled revels in Port Royal taverns, and who should an honest deckhand turn to in the night when the ship is becalmed in the Sargasso Sea? Just like cowboys on a mountain, sometimes an Able Seaman in the hand is worth two Ladies of Negotiable Affection in the bush. But just like prison romances, perhaps we won't talk about it when we're onshore, ok?
And lastly, we have The Cabin Boy. Don't worry, this tall, broad-shouldered soul with the swimmer's physique is no 'boy', being actually a man in his twenties. How nobody realises he's the heir to some higher concern before the telegraphed reveal is a mystery, as is the fact that only the Governor's Daughter can see that he should actually be front and centre in the billboard campaign for the latest brand of underwear, making the ladies swoon with his confident smile (did a flash of light just 'ting' off his teeth?) and his promising bulge.
And so the rum-soaked revels begin, the crew dividing itself between the drunks who'll end their night in the gutter, and the lovers who, though still drunk, will end the night in a paramour's bed. And ain't it just a shame that the earthquake's about to hit, destroying this wonderful den of iniquity forever...
