john-silvers:

Tomorrow we can be on our way to anywhere in the world, with enough money to live however we like. Given where we was when we started, some people might even call that a success. ANNE BONNY & JACK RACKHAM, SEASON 3

john-silvers:

BLACK SAILS, XXVIII

xie-wang:

preacherboyd:

Black Sails | VIII.

john-silvers:

BLACK SAILS, XXIV

clintfbarton:

Black Sails - XXIV.

kimberlywexlr:

BLACK SAILS (2014-2017) 
XX.

john-silvers:

What, you’re just gonna walk up there, knock on the door, and ask whoever answers if they’ll let us use your half-demolished fort as a treasury?

clintfbarton:

Black Sails - III.

hgedits:

My father was a tailor in Leeds. Time was if a man on the Avondale Road asked where he might find the finest clothes in northern England, he was pointed toward the shop of a man named Rackham. Then the men who sell wool decide they’d prefer not to compete with the men who imported fine cotton. And as the men who sell wool have the ears of the men who make laws, an embargo is enacted to increase profits and calico disappears. And my father and my father’s business withered and died. So, I set to work, determined to rebuild what had been taken away. I was 13 years old, but I was determined. Until a man arrived at my door claiming to hold debts belonging to my father. Debts accumulated as my father drank. Debts he claimed that now belonged to me. Debts over which this man would have seen me imprisoned in a place where the debts would have been discharged only through hard labor with no wages, working at – wait for it – the production of textiles. “You people, incapable of accepting the world as it is,” says the man to whom the world handed everything.