If you allow him to dictate the terms of battle, you court a disastrous outcome.
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That wasn’t a joke, was it?
James Flint in every episode:
XIX. There’ll be no battle today. Our disadvantage is too great. But what price surrender?
To beg forgiveness from a thing that took my woman from me? My friend?
Murdered her, displayed her body for their amusement.
I can walk away from this fight if I just sign my name beneath a solemn oath never again to do violence against it.
No. Not after all it has taken from me. Not after all it has taken from you.
I will do great violence against that thing. They say they will pardon us all, but I say to offer to pardon something one fears is the act of a coward.
To offer them in volume suggests that their fear of us is becoming unmanageable, that we have shown them what we are capable of and it terrifies them.
Do any of you want to surrender to men who fear you? Lay down arms in a battle that we are winning?
Neither do I. Fuck Benjamin Hornigold, his king, and their pardons. This war isn’t nearly over.
James Flint Appreciation Week – Saturday: Favourite episode: XVIII
“I have one regret. I regret ever coming to this place with the assumption that a reconciliation could be found. That reason could be a bridge between us. Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it.”
Sketching while out and about… 50 minutes, got rather dark too soon. Mouth tricky!
All this will be for nothing. We will have been for nothing. Defined by their histories, distorted to fit into their narrative until all that is left of us are the monsters in the stories they tell their children.
…down the catwalk – pose – twirl – pose…
James + Green
“There was no in-between for him. It was either all or nothing. He wanted everything but settled for nothing.” | insp
James Flint in every episode:
XVII. Did I ever tell you where that name came from? I told you of my grandfather who raised me. A fisherman in Padstow.
Well, in his youth he was a deckhand on a privateer off the coast of Massachusetts.
And one night he was alone on the late watch at anchor in the Boston Harbor when he sees this man climbing out of the water and onto his ship. A stranger.
Now, my grandfather thought about ringing the bell, but curiosity got the better of him.
The stranger approaches my grandfather and asks him for a little rum. Man said that he’d fled his fishing trawler.
Accused of killing another man. And when asked his name, the man simply replied ’Mr. Flint’.
This stranger, he never said whether he was guilty of the killing or why he chose that ship or where he was bound, he just…
Just sat there. Eventually, he asked my grandfather for a little more rum from below.
My grandfather went off to fetch it, but when he returned the man was gone. My grandfather was in Boston for a month after that.
Never heard a word about a killing or a fugitive at large.
It was as if the sea had conjured that man out of nothing and then taken him back for some unknowable purpose.
When I first met Mr. Gates and he asked me my name… I feared the man I was about to create.
I feared that someone born of such dark things would consume me were I not careful. And I was determined only to wear him for a while
and then dispose of him when his purpose was complete. And I thought of that story. Am I ready to let him go?
Truth is every day I’ve worn that name I’ve hated him a little more.
I’ve been ready to return him to the sea for a long time.
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