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John Silver + past

Who you were. I have no idea who you were. Not before we found you, at any rate. You know all there is to know.  Except it isn't true. Is it?  

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⇒  “That's a few weeks from now, isn't it? We might be friends by then.”

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the orange series by @vowel-in-thug

Suddenly, Silver is reminded of a lifetime of ridiculous and stupid things he’s done. Things he’d always been embarrassed by, things he didn’t want Flint or anyone to ever know. Now, he thinks he needs to tell Flint every little detail, if it would keep the laugh lines permanently etched into his face.

“You’re an absurd creature,” Flint says finally, taking a deep breath to try and calm down.

“So are you, for loving me,” Silver says quickly, then kisses Flint in case he wants to rebuttal. It doesn’t look like he does, but just in case. “God. We are an embarrassment to pirates, you are aware.”

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String Theory by @jadedbirch

You were born out of the ether of my dreams. And then the ether took you. 

Standing in the middle of Times Square, James Flint has never felt more alone than in the faceless crowds, pressing so close that you could practically hear the atoms colliding just beneath the surface. As always, he stands apart and watches the faces of the passersby, like a captain watches the waves for the smallest change in weather. As always, he doesn’t know whom it is he’s looking for.

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married by the ocean by @reluming

One night, he dreamt of wild dark curls that streamed in the wind, and all of the next day, he was even more unsettled than usual, something straining under his skin like canvas billowing in a gust, swelling full, his whole body whipped by the force of that longing. That evening as he came back into the harbour, he watched the crates of copper ore being loaded onto the ship that would sail in the morning for Bristol to deliver its cargo to the smelters there. He thought of buying passage for himself on that ship, but as always, he buried that thought.

In his dream, the man with the dark hair had grasped his hand and asked him, “Why don’t you come home, James?”

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“I was standing on the dock, when, by the merest accident, I fell in talk with him. I found he was an old sailor, kept a public-house, knew all the seafaring men in Bristol, had lost his health ashore and wanted a good berth as cook to get to sea again. He had hobbled down there that morning, he said, to get a smell of the salt.  I was monstrously touched--so would you have been--and, out of pure pity, I engaged him on the spot to be ship's cook. Long John Silver, he is called, and has lost a leg; but that I regarded as a recommendation, since he lost it in his country's service, under the immortal Hawke...”

⇒  Treasure Island - Part Two: The Sea Cook