comtessedebussy:

Okay but I don’t think we talk nearly enough about James Flint swimming out to a Spanish warship and taking it with a bullet wound in his shoulder

Like, a)gunshot wounds hurt. A lot. Owie. It’s been like a day and they’ve barely patched it up, no painkillers or anything. 

b)salt water stings. If it comes in contact with an open wound, it stings like a bitch. His gunshot wound is pretty much an open wound. 

c)that ship was at least a 15 minute swim away, if not more (idk how far away it was). Every single second of that, not only did he have to engage in strenuous exercise with that bullet in his shoulder, but it must have stung and burned like hell because of the salt water. owie. It must have been agony. 

d)It’s pretty much an open wound and the sea is not….the cleanest…place when you’re talking microorganisms and bacteria. It’s a miracle he didn’t get some kind of infection. 

Conclusion: James Flint is not only a god among men and just literally superhuman, but also he seems to be protected from infection and other mortal shit like that by his queerness.