They pledged to follow me when they thought I was alive. They turned when they thought I was gone. So I will come back from the dead and lay claim to what I am owed. For every man in your camp, there are thousands somewhere in the West Indies living under the same yoke, chained in fields, pressed on ships, sold into indenture. When they see a sitting governor protected by His Majesty’s Navy, deposed by an alliance of pirates and slaves, how many consider joining that fight? How many thousands of men will flock to Nassau, join your ranks, and help you defend it? What does a colonial power do when the men whose toil powers it lay down their shovels, take up swords, and say, “No more”? Bring down Nassau, maybe you bring it all down.
Flint, who had to deal with Alfred Hamilton, disgusting lieutenants, condescending captains while in the Navy, Captain Hume, Peter Ashe and his jury of more condescending white men, Hornigold, Dusfresne after the mutiny, Woodes Rogers, Vane trying to depose him to get Billy, Singleton, all the pirates (some probably similar to the one who kept loosing his gold and almost drove Jack crazy) that he didn’t even trust enough to make One good (well one decision that went his way at least) decision without being manipulated into it, saying that ‘we cannot be so poorly made as that’ still blows my mind
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