You’re talking about a floating castle. No one has ever taken a treasure galleon like that as a prize.
Let me worry about hunting her. It’s what comes after for which I’ll need your help.
After? Why return at all to Nassau? With money like that and my father out of business, why not run?
What’s coming our way can’t be outrun. But with the money I strip from the Hulk, we could add 50 guns to the fort. We could build ships to defend our shores and train new men to sail them. We could work the land, grow crops and raise cattle. Then whoever arrives on our shores first, be it England or Spain, will be in for a most unwelcome surprise. A nation of thieves.
(Laughing)
You have your doubts?
Of turning pirates into farmers and soldiers? Of fighting a war against Whitehall from a sliver in the Atlantic? Doubt, Captain Flint, does not begin to describe how I am feeling.
If there’s to be a war, that will be Whitehall’s choice. I’d settle for a pardon, title on lands, and a governor that I could trust. And so would most of the men out there. They’re not animals, Mr. Scott. They’re men starved of hope. Give that back to them, who’s to say what could happen?
Modern AU – prequel to reason 6! prepare yourself, bc the most iconic couple on campus is about to meet for the first time…
There is a very handsome redhead sitting next to Thomas who is, every so often, muttering in his sleep. It’s nothing coherent, not quite words – more small noises of displeasure, presumably due to his quite uncomfortable upright position with a seat belt digging into his neck.
Thomas himself is starting to envy the woman across the aisle from him, who is fully kitted out with a neck pillow, sleep mask, and fluffy blanket. He should have put more effort in to preparing for this overnight coach, but he’d foolishly assumed he’d be fine with it. Judging by the small frown on the man next to his’ face, he may have presumed wrong.
I can really see Gates as a super-serious Christmas fan. Like, not everyone on board the Walrus is a Christian, but it’s not about that anymore, it’s about family. The Walrus family. It’s Nassau, so it’s hot af, but Gates starts knitting everyone new pairs of socks at least three months in advance. You better not die between the moment Gates started knitting your socks and Christmas Eve. (Sometimes Mr DeGroot joins in but no one knows except Gates and Randal and Mr DeGroot would rather die than admit it)
I imagine that everybody is pretty skeptical at first, but then, they have this joy on the very day when they do a little ceremony to receive their socks that it becomes a thing.
Flint thought it was utterly ridiculous (“Hal, those are murderers and thieves, and they’d steal their grandma’s knitting needles if they could, I am not hunting down cargos of oranges and wool just so you can have your Christmas celebration by 34°C”) so Gates has to go make a pact with Eleanor and the next leads the Walrus is given are…. Cargos of oranges and wool. In exchange, Eleanor receives her own pair of socks. (Max always thought Eleanor had new socks every year because she was rich and laughs so hard she cries when she learns Eleanor lies to Flint every year for new socks)
Scourge of the seven seas and of the British Empire Captain Flint wears his orange socks every day.
The entire month of December is ruled by the ‘No in-fighting during Christmas’ policy, enforced by Gates himself. (Except that one time he beat someone who was trying to raise up a mutiny and, when the man protested that it was against the Christmas spirit, he answered ‘It’s December 10th!’)
On Christmas eve, there are no prayers, just a lot of grog, an orange each, and a very formal distribution of socks.
Once, Billy tried to give the favour back by knitting a pair of socks for Gates, but he failed so hard Flint took pity on him and taught him under the guise of ‘teaching him how to read maps’ in his cabin. Gates cried.
Once Billy innocently asked a member of the Ranger crew what they did for Christmas and the Ranger crew laughed, resulting in one of the biggest fights in the tavern.
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