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Hi, this is a scheduled post, I just didn’t want to randomly disappear lol but I just started school and already have a lot of work, so I won’t be able to update the bot for now. I’m not sure when I’ll be back but likely in a couple days. Until then!

Well, it’s a certainty if we anchor and try and ferry ourselves and all our cargo ashore, our longboats will be easy targets for Hornigold’s guns. In the absence of any better suggestions, yours was worth a try.

You still see some credibility in the idea, don’t you? Are you fucking kidding me? When I offered this suggestion, I told you it was just a suggestion. You said it would work.

That or he doesn’t know how to say no to the both of us at the same time.

Well, he’s carrying out the order, so we have to hope he sees some credibility in it.

Always a possibility.

He thinks we’ve lost our minds.

There is no leaving it behind, but I’m ready to move forward.

I know what you took with you into that cell. I don’t care what happened. Just tell me whether you were able to leave it behind in that cell.

You saw him.

You collapsed.

Now, your counsel is invaluable, but until I’m able to recover my health, I ask that all information you need to relay to me be done through Miss Guthrie here.

Gentlemen, if Captain Hornigold fails to retrieve the cache, then we will redouble our efforts and try again. However, when he returns, it would be easier for me to prosecute those efforts if I am not dead from exhaustion.

He collapsed after you left. I believe his fever is worsening. I will do what I can.

Confined him? He was fine a few hours ago.

Because I confined him to his bed.

I see that. Why is he doing it in his bedroom?

He insisted upon seeing his senior counselors.

You cannot comprehend what you took from me or why it was good, because there is no goodness in you. There is no humanity in you, no capacity for compromise, nor instinct toward repair, nor progress. Nor forgiveness. You are an animal. Nassau is moving on from you, and so am I.

You’re not a man. You’re deformed. Unformed. Flesh, bone, and bile, and missing all that which takes shape through a mother’s love.