BLACK SAILS, XXXVIII

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BLACK SAILS, XXXVIII
When you and I are of the same mind, there is nothing we have not yet been able to do. I believe that. I trust it. Do you?
I’ve come to peace with the knowledge that there is no storyteller imposing any coherence, nor sense, nor grace upon those events. Therefore there’s no duty on my part to search for it. You know of me all I can bear to be known, all that is relevant to be known. That is to say, you know my genuine friendship and loyalty.
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When you and I are of the same mind, there is nothing we have not yet been able to do. I believe that. I trust it. Do you?
You were my town, now I’m in exile seeing you out.
When Captain Flint first arrived on this island, he gained influence faster than any man I’d seen before or since. I heard men say it was because of the violence. I heard men say it was his charm. But it was clear to me the reason why he was so good at bending men towards his will was he knew the power of a story and how to harness it to his own ends. That man there, I would argue, may very well be his equal.
I let you try it your way! I did trust you. But I’m through wagering with her life now. If what it takes to secure her release is to turn over the cache, I’m very glad I brought it with us.
A long time ago, I absolved myself from the obligation of finding any. No need to account for all my life’s events in the context of a story that somehow defines me. Events, some of which, no one could divine any meaning from other than that the world is a place of unending horrors. I’ve come to peace with the knowledge that there is no storyteller imposing any coherence, nor sense, nor grace upon those events.