Eleanor Guthrie: James, please keep an eye on Silver. He’s gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself killed. James Flint: Sure, I’d love to see Silver get killed. Eleanor Guthrie: Try again. James Flint: I will stop Silver from getting killed. Eleanor Guthrie: Correct.
“My seamanship, my prospects for garnering plunder, my skill in a fight, the sound of my voice, the sound of another man’s eating. I suppose at the end of the day, they’re all functionally equivalent. A man casts his vote for the same reason he does anything in his life.”
The outcome is only uncertain for those who disbelieve. I believe in this place, and I believe if there’s anyone who can do what’s necessary to make it something better, it’s you.
OP tags: #REMEMBER WHEN FLINT WAS ELEANOR’S BADASS UNCLE WHO SHE GREETED WITH HUGS AT THE DOOR :“(#AND ELEANOR WAS HIS BADASS NIECE WHO BELIEVED IN HIM BUT TOOK NONE OF HIS SHIT :”(#I never expected to be emotional about these two but HERE I AM#I miss them I miss when they were on the same side I miss their scenes together :’(#what dynamite characters#that hug is just the sweetest thing :‘3#so much of the relationships on this show are about making good connections and looking out for yourself#but along the way they all come to genuinely want to reach out for one another#they become each other’s rocks in ways they didn’t see coming#even if it’s fleeting; even if at the end of the day they must choose their own paths#*sighs*#why do the pirates hurt me this way
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