In Which Conversations Are Had and Thomas and Miranda Arrive in Nassau
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Fandom: Black Sails
Relationship: Miranda Barlow/Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton
Characters: James McGraw, Thomas Hamilton, Miranda Barlow, Charles
Vane, Eleanor Guthrie, various OCs, Captain Flint, Alfred Hamilton,
Peter Ashe, James Norrington, Lawrence Norrington, Admiral Hennessey,
assorted historical personagesAdditional Tags: In which there
are politics and plots, and also a fair amount of fluff, no seriously
Thomas and Miranda are too cute together, Thomas has Adventures, James
needs a blanket, and Miranda needs her men to stop getting themselves
into these situations, Eventual Happy EndingSummary:
Perhaps in another lifetime, James would have cared. Three months
ago, presented with the same argument, he might have backed down – might
have swallowed his anger long enough to find a shred of patience to
hold onto, might have asked himself what Thomas would expect him to do.
Now, though, he was tired. His healing wounds hurt like blazes, and the
dream had shaken him, leaving his nerves jangling. Bugger being calm,
and bugger what Thomas would encourage with his saintly patience and
good nature. James wanted to go home.“I don’t give a damn what it will trigger,” he snapped. “There are
people back home in England who need me. Those people are likely beyond
worried by now, while I sit here on my arse doing nothing, and you would
propose that I continue to do so, and all because you can’t work up the
courage to do something without permission from Edward bloody Teach. My superiors in London -”He stopped, abruptly cut off by England’s hands as he seized hold of
him, stopping his tirade in its tracks. The man’s grip was surprisingly
strong, James thought, for someone who looked so slight, and he hung,
suspended by the front of his coat, half up off the pallet he had been
sleeping on.“You arrogant English shite,” England gritted out. There was irony in
that, James thought vaguely, and shoved the thought to the back of his
mind where it belonged as the pirate shook him. There was a faint lilt
to his words now – one that reminded James of Hennessey, truth be told, a
lingering trace of an Irish upbringing. “You’ve a fancy education, so
see if you can get this past your thick skull. This island is a powder
keg waiting for a chance to go up, and I’m not going to give it an
excuse, not for you, not for anyone. You came here talking of peace with
Mother England – of men being allowed to go about their lives in peace.
Well I’m telling you that no one came here looking for peace with any
Empire. We came here looking to get away from all that – every one of
us. You want to go home. This is my home, and I’ll not see it
fall to infighting or the bloody Spanish or the British Navy just
because you can’t be arsed to give a fuck about anyone other than your
bloody self.” He released the front of James’ shirt, letting him fall
back, and turned away.
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