After ten years of reclusion, Thomas finds a way out of Bedlam and back to where his heart is supposed to be – Nassau. Only things change – and so do people.
“I cared for a better world. I thought that this dream I had, of peacefulness, quiet, would be able to come to life in Nassau. Don’t we always wish for betterment in those lands where no knowledge can impede on our imagination, on our fantasies? In those days, I could think big because I knew little.”
“Are those days behind you, Thomas?” The Priest asked, while fidgeting with the corners of the Bible he held on his lap.
“They might as well have never existed.”
Second chapter of my “Thomas leaves Bedlam and finds his way to Nassau” what-if fic is up here.
Just Hold On, We’re Going Home – Chapter 2 – orientinme – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
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