#exilesea01.

[cryostorea]

“the rest of them ------” his comrades, the men who trained with him, sailed with him, fought beside him. gone. “what’d you do with them?” he has an idea, but the thought is painful enough for him to avoid. bucky looks down, numbed to the throbbing pain on his left, shoulder cauterised. why? he looks over at flint with an addled, exhausted resentment.

@exilesea​ ( sc )

[greatwoea]

what he does, he does out of self-interest. anyone who’s seen another side of vane is either in the ground or in the sea. with the exception of a select few, those of whom kept private matters private. he wasn’t exactly a favourable ally to have in the eyes of the people ------ outside of nassau, at least. charles folds his hands over the table, leaning forward. he and flint have always had their differences, but when they worked together, they were nigh unstoppable. “what’s in it for me?” @exilesea.