#oldshipmate

England, pulling out a phone: For reference, here's a visual representation of roughly 50kg of fruit.

America: Wow! Hey quick question: why do you have a photo saved of roughly 50kg of fruit?

There was a smell of nostalgia, and the spark of memory as the vampire had returned once more to native soul.   Always checking in every century or so with his roots, even if he was to avoid any familiarity while doing so. But he loved to watch the changing trends. 

There was a particular shop window mannequin that always wore something fashionable to fit the age.  James witnessed the skirts get shorter, and women showing their ankles became customary.  Then above the knee was the next border line. 

All the while necklines plunged .. 

James could say he longed for the old days, but it would only be half true.  With age came wisdom and growth.  He was older now , much and he was far more powerful than what even an Admiral had afforded him. 

He wandered the street that evening, hands clasped behind his back, a mannerism that never left him.  The vampire was on the prowl tonight, hungry for more than just a trip down memory lane.  

Little did he realize he was about to encounter both in a very pretty package. Perhaps not as young as he once was. But pretty, nonetheless. 

“I’m glad you asked, because yes, it does!”

He throws an arm around Noel’s shoulders.

It was good to be back in action, especially with such a boost to his reputation under his belt. Once again in command of the Black Pearl, the fastest ship on the seas, supernaturally so; Pirate Lord of the Caribbean; the silent sacker of Nassau; victor in the War Against Piracy; and, more importantly for this vessel he was attacking, once one of the finest merchant sailors for the East India Trading Company.

He knew as much as they did how this worked. An unescorted vessel laden with cargo could fight if it chose, but against the full might of a legendary galleon, the captain would be a fool not to follow the Code and allow them to board without fuss. This particular captain was rather panicked and hadn’t yet given the order to his men to stand down, so it would not exactly be disobeying orders one way or another if a sailor dropped his weapon or chose to fight.

“You have the privilege of your stores being plundered by the one and only, Captain Jack Sparrow!”

Little did the pirate captain know that there was something different about one of this ship’s crew.

This wasn’t Karl Grove’s first bout in the hospital with Pneumonia, and he silently prayed it wasn’t his last as he lay watching something on the television he was only half paying attention to.   His thoughts hardly on himself, or for himself. Worried that Simone had now had to endure the savage community on her own while he lay there like a useless lump.

Karl was not a man who liked to be alone with his thoughts.  His thoughts often depressed him and it was this reason he was always the life of the party. Always on.  Playing a part... yet in his own head, he could not fool himself.  He only had himself to blame for this.

However, it seemed he wasn’t going to be alone much longer, as another man was rolled into the room just in and suddenly, the ill husband of the socialite suddenly had a much needed distraction.  

" Oh , Hello.. “ The curious British voice sounded rather weak, tired and winded, but quite alert at the same time. Giving the other man as charming a smile as he could muster.

“You must be my new room mate. Unfortunately, that color does nothing for you, my name is Karl.  “ And that was just the hospital gown!

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HE SHOULD HAVE A SWIMMER’S BODY! I can see why fan art has Namor bigger, and I’m not pointing out or telling artists what to do because hey, its fan art! It should be fun, go nuts and draw what you like. Most fan artists try to follow the character design anyways.

As seen here in Namor by Bill Everett in Marvel Mystery Comics #3; Namor against normal sized humans isn’t that much buffer.

Even Everett’s later art in the 70s had Namor bigger but never overly muscled like some artists do, here Everett was following along the new look for Namor as set by Gene Colan’s buffer Namor. Tales to Astonish #96

Gene Colan - Tales to Astonish #77

However after Everett left for the war, along came CARL FUCKING PFEUFER.

*grinds glass with teeth*

The man is responsible for the worst thing that ever happened to the character. He made Namor ugly. He gives Namor a triangular head and a bigger body, broader shoulders etc. Later artists would take Namor’s triangle head to even worse proportions. This is where the stupid flat head Namor looks originates from and why you sometimes see Namor with a flat top head and other times with a normal head throughout comics.

Marvel Mystery Comics (1939) #42

THANKFULLY Everett came back later and we get this cutie again. Young Men (1950) #24

However later artists who are used to working on overly muscled heroes, drew Namor much buffer, I really think a lot of it has to do with the most well known Namor silver age cover art (so famous a BDSM company ripped it off for their logo design LMAO)

THE SUB-MARINER (1968) #1 art by John Buscema

And so it was that Namor’s buffness stayed, it peaked in the 90′s however more or less he isn’t drawn to such huge proportions any more.

Namor art by Lou Harrison  

You will find other artists who draw him slimmer but Namor is a big bastard and that’s the look that stayed.

I want to breed Malva but he’s not.... Ideal and someone on the street said George was utterly adorable, but he’s so, so fucking dumb.