So I think I kind of got my official welcome to the Black Sails fandom yesterday?? Everyone I spoke to was very friendly and very excited about this ridiculous pirate show, and then I had an idea so here is my official first offering to the Black Sails fandom. Let me in i’m willing to sell my soul to be part of small, wonderful family.
To sum up: (between s2 and s3) There are nights when John Silver can’t sleep and there are nights when Captain Flint doesn’t sleep and there are a lot of things that neither of them say. Or, the one where Silver helps give Flint a haircut (for @cptainflint).
Some nights, Silver found himself
restless, tired of sitting, tired of feeling weak, but not tired enough to
sleep. He strapped on the boot and, like the ghosts that haunted the stories
they told when he was a boy, paced through the ship, accompanied by only the dull
thump of the prosthetic against the wood. What men were awake at these wee hours
knew to keep well out of his way, even when he collapsed against the wall every
several steps, cursing the Urca treasure and his lies and above all his own
stupid, unexpected loyalty.What a sorry fucking sight he made.
It was past midnight, and yet
several hours until dawn, and as Silver prowled through the dark ship, light
leaked out from the crack beneath Flint’s door, a thread of gold in the night. Silver
paused across from it, catching his breath and leaning down to press a hand to
the stump where his leg ended. He stared at the light.Everyone knew the captain rarely
slept, for grief or rage or madness as the rumors went, but by unspoken
agreement, Silver and Flint kept their nightly vigils separate, dwelling on
different wounds. There was something stretched between them ever since Silver
had woken up without a leg, and he didn’t know what would happen if the tension
broke.
and the bible didn’t mention us
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