They are brothers of steel and blood and the salt spray of the ocean, that, and the fucking freedom they’ve claimed inside this realm of darkness which they’ve made for themselves. Fuck England, fuck everyone who thinks they’ll ever come to heel again.
The post season 2 Flint/Vane fic I simply couldn’t not write.
Where Flint and Vane fuck after Charles Town, and that’s pretty much it.
We Are Fools To Make War – dornfelder – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Meg's Mumbles 