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"Connor?" Connor just shook his head. He didn't really know why he did it, he just didn't want what he did to touch Oliver. Like it would escape out of his fingers and into his skin. Infesting him. Connor shook his head again and Oliver sighed, running a hand over his face.
"What's going on, Connor?" Oliver seemed more tired now, than when he first opened the door. "I screwed up." Connor wetted his lips. "I screwed up so bad. I-" He ran his fingers through his hair, fisting it. "I don't- I can't-." He tried swallowing down the lump in his throat, but the more he tried to explain, the less he could vocalize it. "I'm sorry."
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Silver has a limited memory, an unlimited lifespan, and a need for human souls.
He spends months trying to buy Flint's.
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- Part 28 of Amiril Fic (Not Cover Art)
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14 Nov 2025
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'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow
I shot the albatross.//
The spirit who bideth by himself
In the land of mist and snow,
He loved the bird that loved the man
Who shot him with his bow.— The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(alternately titled How Long John Silver Came to Own a Parrot Named Captain Flint: a Poem in Three Parts.)
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12 Nov 2025
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Madi has discovered that pirates truly are a grimy bunch, but her two have managed to keep fairly clean the last few months when they had access to fresh water.
The governor’s mansion is filled with bustle, men scurrying about, seeking answers from both Captain Flint and their new King, but there is time enough to steal them away. Time enough this evening for some respite, to cleanse the grief and violence from the last few days alongside the dirt.
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