“I don't know where you've gotten the idea that Thomas was some poncy foppish lord, but that ends here,” Flint interrupts, trying not to be amused by Silver’s self-deprecating tirade. “He was smart and passionate. He argued, fiercely, for the people and things he believed in. He was a pain in my arse, sometimes. He wasn't perfect, but I loved him, and I always will.” Flint clears his throat. “It would seem I have a type,”
Only Human, After All by WeeBeastie
20+ years after the end of Black Sails Silver shows up on Flint’s doorstep. I quite like this subgenre (?) of Black Sails fic, reunion and emotions. This one deal with the whys well.











