Sunless Sea fic: Whistling Shell
Whistling Shell
Fandom: Sunless Sea / Fallen London
Characters: Irrepressible Cannoneer, Zee Captain, & others
Length: 14,383 (complete)
The sacrifices we make for money aren’t always worth it. The Captain wants a piece of the red honey trade, and in order to secure her place with the smugglers, she sells something away that can’t be bought back. Or can it?
(Spoilers for the end of Zaira’s and the Irrepressible Cannoneer’s questlines.)
There’s a tune the Cannoneer likes to whistle, whenever we’re in sight of the bright green jewel-box of Aestival, or the darker swamp forests of the Sea of Autumn. Not so strange; the other zailors liven up in the air of the Calumnies too, and they all look forward to gathering crates of greens when we sail into port at Mangrove College. But the Cannoneer whistles that same tune when we’re under the hand of the Iron Republic, cutting the prow-light to hide from Unfinished pirates and Republican dreadnoughts…
Read at ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5043175
There's also an 8tracks mix to go with it, if you're so inclined: http://8tracks.com/tocryabout/whistling-shell
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Fandom: Sunless Sea / Fallen London
Characters: Irrepressible Cannoneer, Zee Captain, & others
Length: 14,383 (complete)
The sacrifices we make for money aren’t always worth it. The Captain wants a piece of the red honey trade, and in order to secure her place with the smugglers, she sells something away that can’t be bought back. Or can it?
(Spoilers for the end of Zaira’s and the Irrepressible Cannoneer’s questlines.)
There’s a tune the Cannoneer likes to whistle, whenever we’re in sight of the bright green jewel-box of Aestival, or the darker swamp forests of the Sea of Autumn. Not so strange; the other zailors liven up in the air of the Calumnies too, and they all look forward to gathering crates of greens when we sail into port at Mangrove College. But the Cannoneer whistles that same tune when we’re under the hand of the Iron Republic, cutting the prow-light to hide from Unfinished pirates and Republican dreadnoughts…
Read at ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5043175
There's also an 8tracks mix to go with it, if you're so inclined: http://8tracks.com/tocryabout/whistling-shell
This entry was originally posted at http://tocryabout.dreamwidth.org/26165.html. Please comment there using OpenID.