osirisjones:

flintsredhair
replied to your post “palimpsest”

*bursts in through your door* DID YOU JUST SAY SORCEROR JAMES

TELL ME ALL!

I sure as heck DID SAY SORCERER JAMES

So. I actually first started thinking about when Silver brings it up with him, after the doldrums. Silver says that it felt as though Flint’s grief and rage had conjured that storm; that he had killed the wind and kept them in the doldrums. Silver immediately dismisses his own thoughts as crazy but I, in my love for all things supernatural-flavored, immediately went, Oh.

So yes, let’s talk about sorcerer James. Let’s talk about a James who has such a nature affinity for the sea and the storm that his very mood is reflected in the weather. Let’s talk about a James whose rage indeed conjured that storm; whose grief and loss and brokenness after Miranda’s death did indeed keep the Walrus stranded in the doldrums because he was so goddamn ready to die nature itself reflected that mindset.

Let’s talk about a Flint who is the most feared pirate captain in the West Indies not just because of his brutality, of his success, of the reign of terror he has created. Let’s talk about a Flint whose name is whispered out of fear that the sea itself will hear and spirit your words back to him. Let’s talk about a Flint who sailors claim can wrestle the very sea into submission; survivors say he stands at the helm of the Walrus and causes the wind to die out of their sails while the waves crash around them. They say that, with a word, he can cause clouds to block out the sun; can stir up a storm as easily as he stirs up passion in the hearts of his men. They whisper that he can dash a ship against the rocks with nothing more than his will. That he can conjure terrors out of the sea so profoundly vile that the very sight of them drives men mad. The Witch-King of the High Seas, they call him. The Scourge of the New World.

Let’s talk about a Flint who wields his powers in the name of the Maroon Princess; a Flint who stands on the beach, unflinchingly, as cannon-fire rains down upon him, and calls upon the land to protect them. Let’s talk about a Flint who, in his panic, cannot remember how to urge the sea to return Silver safely to the surface when he sinks below. Let’s talk about a Flint who twists strands of nothingness into a bouquet of roses for Madi because he doesn’t know how to apologize for not doing more to save him. 

Let’s talk about a James in whose footsteps flowers bloom as he makes his way towards Thomas, hardly able to believe his eyes. Let’s talk about a James who coaxes barren soil to grow crops when he and Thomas escape from Oglethorpe’s plantation. Let’s talk about a James whose magic has been twisted into something ugly and violent and wrathful learning how to be gentle again in the home he and Thomas make on the cliffs overlooking the sea.