“I don’t have anyone but you.” [ @ silver g-D FLINT DON’T TELL HIM THAT SHIT ]

Now this was a curious tack to take – though it did not take much to figure out the angle that was being played. Flint’s status with the men had been on shaky ground well before Silver had even found himself dragged into their devastating orbit. Painting himself vulnerable like this was only a means to an end – a manipulation of sentiment.

At some point, the power here had shifted – the men adhered to Silver and Flint was smart enough to recognize that as much as he despised them all, he needed them to achieve his goals. Which meant he needed Silver on his side – and wasn’t that a queer thing to consider? To think this had all started over information he’d taken from a dead cook.

“And who is to fault for that, I wonder?” There had been people loyal to Flint and his ideas – and Silver had not forgotten their fates. Nor was he oblivious to the fates that still hung in the balance. Some already lost to whatever twisted end was left for them after following in Flint’s shadow – and others, still waiting on the front lines, their stories now resting on the balance of this conversation.

“While I do wonder what has you so convinced you ever had me,” His tone was clipped and unyielding despite Flint’s ploy for sympathy, “I am far more interested in how you intend to convince me not to walk away from all of this.”

“You have ruined our lives. You’ve ruined /their/ lives.” [ for s4-ish(?) silver because OF COURSE IT IS ]

{ Hamilton Starters }

“Take that self righteous shit and sell it somewhere else – you and I both know this has nothing to do with their lives. My life holds no meaning to you – and they are nothing more than a means to your ends. The only thing you give a fuck about is your own agenda and the only reason you’re pissed off is because you can’t stand the idea that this – all of this, everything you have done, every monstrous act, every unforgivable deed, every man you trusted and killed – amounts to absolutely nothing if you don’t have a martyr to fight for.”

Shifting his grip on his crutch, it took everything in his power not to carry on – he could feel his fury building to the point that English was slipping from him. Spanish was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, a far superior language to lash a man to a crippling degree with, but he had come too far in this game to let even an insult pass in his mother tongue in a heated moment like this one. Swearing in a second language at a time like this said one thing only – that it was the first – and even that was too much information to impart on this man.

Eventually, he found some measure of calm and continued in a clearer, more clipped tone. He was no longer striking, but he was not relenting, either. “If you want to claim that their lives matter, now is the time to prove it. Drop this fight that cannot be won, and disappear. Live – and by whatever you still hold holy, let them do the same.”

“No one tells me what to do unless we’re in bed.” [ FOR SILVER FUCKING RIP FLINT’S VERBAL FILTER ]

{ Sinday Memes }

Is that supposed to be a threat? The fuck kind of line is that? “Fascinating as that bit of information is,” His tone could likely do with being a touch more scathing and a little less genuinely awed by the sheer ridiculousness of that particular angle being taken in this argument, “I think it goes without saying that requiring your quartermaster to bed you in order for him to do his job is counterproductive in the extreme, so unless you have something more substantial to argue with how about you give me a reason to work with instead of spitting out the first piece of shit to pop into your head?”

“I know there’s no replacing what we’ve lost.” [ for silver 8I ]

{ HAMILTON STARTERS | Accepting }

“There are men aboard this ship one could reasonably argue have no more intelligence than the average barnacle who could have concluded that much,” The scathing retort fell from his lips before thought toward harnessing his frustration fully rose. “My question isn’t whether or not the fucking obvious has occured to you, it’s what the fuck you plan on doing about it.”

This is a permanent starter call for Long John Silver, of Starz’ Black Sails explicitly.

These calls give me a heads up on who is open to interacting with whom ( which is handy for those who have exclusives among my crew! ) and gives me an excuse to kick you starters whenever something crosses the mind, or blow up your inbox knowing who would be most wanted.

These calls also serve as a final tag dump – when this call is posted it indicates a character has been fully moved into the blog and is ready for action!

For other starter calls, check the tag HERE.