I wasn’t the one to suggest it, but gods just imagine a world where Silver didn’t fuck up. Imagine him doing the right, decent thing and telling Flint about Thomas and then agreeing to go North with him and hit that plantation fast and hard in a drive to recruit some of the men that work there (since I can’t imagine they’re too enthralled with the civilization that stuck them there). Imagine it. Imagine James Flint McGraw growing his hair back out and standing, a small grin on his face, as Britain gives into his demands and at the very least outlaws slavery in the New World, with Thomas at his side, and Silver on the other side with Madi, both of them ready to walk away and start a new life.
