Did the crew notice that Flint kept dedicating actual time and effort into maintaining his physical appearance under continued threat of gruesome and terrible demise. Everyone is splayed out on deck decaying beneath the pitiless sun raving about how the lord has abandoned them. Silver is gutting eels and catching on to pathetic fallacy through the power of desiccation and driving his mountain of a friend out of his goddamn mind about it. They are rotting away and they look like it. Yet their grief-riddled bloodthirsty ex-navy ultra-despotic mass-murdering gayass captain that they really fucking hate is still dressing head to toe in black and holing up in his gloomy fucking quarters to shave his own head and groom his beard to picture perfection. Suicidally depressed but won't get caught dead looking sloppy










