Summary: In which Killian confesses to David and Emma. Spoilers for 6x12.
Notes: I had a lot of feelings about the end of 6x12. Title from The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare. Much love and gratitude to my instrumental wife @ripplestitchskein for reading this through for me.
The worst of it, Killian thinks, is that for a moment, he doesn’t recall the man’s face.
He was nothing but a liability, standing between his crew and enough riches to carry him from one day to the next, bleeding out a living until he could sink his hook into the crocodile’s neck. And he doesn’t recognize David’s father at first, because he’d been merely one in the stream, one of the nameless voices that whispers to him late at night, or early in the morning, growing louder and louder, until he’s forced out of bed – and out of the endearingly tight circle of Emma’s arms – to wander along the line where the town meets the sea.
Only now, this one has a name, and the longer and harder he peers down at the drawing, the more familiar he seems. Not only from a hazy memory, but from the set of his brow, the swell of his cheeks, features he sees in the man he now calls his friend, and in the woman he longs to call his wife. And here, in the midnight shadows of the home he shares with her, he holds tight to the incriminating pages, a wisp of the darkness still stirring in his heart suggesting he surrender them to the sea.
Another annual “Binge Fest” complete (I need a detox). I love these trips up North with Jason’s side of the family. The kids are usually pretty funny and the baby snuggles are the best ever.
A group of us hiked Gooseberry and a group of us hiked Devil’s Kettle. We stopped at Palisade Head which is a scenic overlook that just kind of popped up and it offered some absolutely amazing views. We checked out the Knife River on the way up and a black sand beach which was really cool. It was absolutely amazing and the views overall, including from our lake home, were absolutely stunning. Next year we’ve booked at a different resort so that should be really cool to check out and compare. New resort is an actual cabin so we are looking forward to a bit more space - of course, this year’s view might be tough to beat.
As always, some of us hit up Betty’s Pies this morning for breakfast before we made the trek back down to the cities. It’s not the best place ever but, for us, it’s a tradition and so worth it!
Fyre festival must be so terrible for all those ppl getting their things stolen on a deserted island!! Except here deserted island means “I can’t walk 15 minutes to the next town” and ppl getting their things stolen means “greedy rich people don’t know how to survive a day without profiting off other’s misfortune”