👿 from Billy! It was probably an accident lbr Billy is too smart for this shit
SEND 👿 TO SUMMON FLINT AS A DEMON. // @tidefated
The seas were hellish. Water and wind had destroyed half of the raised huts on the beach: the tide had come in farther than ever before, the waves dangerously high, and down in the Wrecks, the wretches and forgotten souls clawed their way further inland for shelter. Freak weather, some said, while others took it for a sign, and prayed for safety.
Captain Flint was dead, and had been for months. He was hanged, they said, in Charlestown. Now, the stories varied considerably: sometimes the dead woman was a witch, sometimes Flint snarled and thrashed in his bonds like an animal, sometimes he spoke and sometimes he was silent. But one thing was certain: Captain Flint was dead, his body a trophy and symbol of the might of civilization. No matter how the stories differed, that much remained true.
Flint did not know these stories. Flint had been consigned to endless night.
The thing that unfolded and collapsed before Billy Bones was not human. It retched and snarled on the floor of that dark, cramped space once it had screamed itself into exhaustion, and its wings splayed wide and beat against the walls. It was drenched in salt water. It smelled like the sea, and blood, and woodsmoke.
When it lifted its head, the face was Flint’s. Around his throat was a thin, golden hoop that glowed so brightly it looked as if it would burn to the touch. Beneath it, the skin was raw and bruised.
He did not know Billy, at first. All he knew was rage, and the terror of smelling the sea again, and the cold, cold air on his skin. He looked up at the man that had summoned him and felt his whole body tremble with rage and exhaustion.
“You,” the thing on the floor rasped. It did not try to lift itself yet. The wings splayed on either side of it shifted unnaturally, and there was a deep crackling, like bones shifting and mending inhumanly fast. “I know you. Billy.”
The more he remembered, the louder the rising snarl in his throat became.
“What the fuck have you done.”
