I was once a slave. I know too well the pain of the yoke on my shoulders and of the freedom of having cast it off. So I’m resolved, I will be no slave again. And as I am free, I hereby claim the same for Nassau. She is free today, and so long as I draw breath, she shall remain free. Richard Guthrie was engaged in an effort to see her return to the rule of a king, to see the yoke returned. He betrayed Nassau, and thus, as always, to traitors. As far as you and I, I was warned about you, warned you would betray me. I’d hoped you and I shared a love to make such a thing unthinkable. I’d hoped those warnings were wrong. But I know you too well, so I prepared in case they were right. You removed the girl from my possession, but in turn, the man-of-war moved on from the bay, moved on from a position of heightened security. Moved on to a place where its attention, Captain Flint’s attention, will be so very occupied on the danger that is Charles Town and in the state of apprehension in which the last thing any of them will be watching is the water. I made clear the price for the girl. You should have known me well enough to know, one way or another, I was going to claim it. And once I do, I’ll be returning to Nassau to settle the rest of my accounts.
(Hey it’s not angsty! Set around S2-ish, before everything went to shit, but also WTF is timeline and being canon compliant)
Flint sat in the sand reading a book. He had taken his coat and boots off and the white shirt loosely blew in the breeze. He was squinting in the sun, occasionally looking up from his book to look around the beach and out at the ocean.
It was a few days before they planned to set out again and it seemed the captain was trying to have some time to himself. Silver considered if it was wise to disrupt him, but in the ended decided that this certainly might not be the worst time to try and strike up a conversation.
“Can I help you with something?” Flint asks, noticing Silver’s approach. He wasn’t particularly pleased.
“Well, no, I was simply interested in what you were reading.”
“I can see that. I don’t know how you’re managing out here, the heat is starting to set in.”
Flint looked up at him, squinting against the sun. “How long do you think I’ve been at sea, it doesn’t bother me that much anymore. Go for a swim if you’re too hot.”
i want to talk about clark kent as a journalist in bvs
i want to talk about how clark became a journalist because lois showed him that it could put him where superman needed to be and how he then came to understand that it could be a way to amplify others’ voices. i want to talk about clark kent, champion of the disenfranchised and marginalized, who notices that the bat targets poor neighborhoods and is wary of why. i want to talk about “perry when you assign a story you’re making a judgement about who matters” and about how clark wants everyone, especially those society cares about the least, to matter. i want to talk about clark kent honoring the power and importance of honest and daring journalism and adamantly refusing to allow the profession to be anything less than it was intended to be. i want to talk about how he never uses his voice for himself (he doesn’t even get to speak at the senate hearing). i want to talk about how clark kent thinks our stories – as well as our lives – are more important than his own.