rosietwiggs:

on my drive in to work this morning i just got stuck on how much flint actually LOVES to sail?

like. okay. yes, he is all about the righteous gay rage and darkness, and fighting to bring down england and restore nassau blah blah, but… there’s this JOY you see on his face whenever he’s focused on sailing? calling orders across the ship, hanging off of the ropes and looking out at the horizon, trusting his ship because he knows she’ll do right by him?

like, knowing the exact moment to raise those fucking t’gallants, and how to survive a ship killing storm, when to lay anchor, standing at the ship’s bow with the spray soaking his clothes, or at the wheel because he’s the one who can really get the walrus to sing when he needs her to

and you kind of see all his other burdens melt away in those moments, because at his core, james flint genuinely loves to sail, and he loved to sail before he loved… anything else really 

he has always belonged to the sea, and the sea has belonged to him, and as long as he has a ship, as long as there’s sturdy wood beneath his feet, rocking with the motion of the waves, he’s free