listen……………i love this so much i could cry.
flint has a lot of strange fans in nassau:
- the dogs love him because he always carries scraps in his coat; he spoils them like crazy, feeds them when nobody’s watching. there’s a reddish one that likes flint in particular, she trails him around the streets and he looks around over his shoulder in a panic before giving it a fond scratch behind the ears and shooing it away with a scowl
- the little girls that play behind the tavern love him because he doesn’t speak to them like they’re little girls; they pull at his jacket until he crouches to get their eye-level and then they very seriously discuss the goings on; “robert pulled me hair yesterday mr. flint” “is that right? and what did you do?” “i tol’ him if he did it again id summon you ta drag ‘im inta the depths” flint goes a bit still at that and she puts her little hand on his shoulder “he’s so stupid he believed me, mr flint, he hasn’t touched me hair since” and flint laughs, and another girl overhears “the boys don’t know how nice you are, please don’t tell them” FLINT SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF LITTLE GIRLS THAT ADORE HIM AND AREN’T AFRAID OF HIM, maybe they ask to braid his hair at one point because they’re all fascinated by the color, and he resists a little at first but they all crowd around him so he has no chance. oh and also he forgets to undo one so he just has one single braid leading into the bun on his head for days, i’m crying
- there’s a street vendor a little ways inland, a man who looks to be a bit too old to still be alive in the 18th century, and he’s half-blind in one eye and he’s got a soft kind face and a workman’s hands and he sells handmade leather goods; flint stops by whenever he can, half the shit he owns he bought from the man, exchanged valuable things he found on prizes for pennies. the man has no idea his best customer is captain flint, they always have lengthy conversations about the weather and flint always walks away from the stand lightly smiling and thinking of padstow
- EVERY LOW KEY PERSON IN NASSAU LOVES CAPTAIN JAMES FLINT MCGRAW EVEN IF THEY DON’T KNOW THEY LOVE HIM
- The local fruit seller that doesn’t realize that the quiet, red-headed man that occasionally comes to buy fruit for Flint’s crew instead of Gates is, in fact, Flint himself and always gives him a good deal just because he’s got good manners and doesn’t try to bully the man into giving him more than he’s willing to pay for.
- The local midwife who only knows him as “that one that comes sometimes when his lady wife can’t move for cramps” for a remedy to help her and is such a gentleman.