The Blood In My Veins | Black Sails (Under Constructions)

We Ain't Twisted Monsters

"By stirring resentment, finding sympathetic ears, reminding them that Charles Vane was once the best of them... still is the best of them. My parents were agitators. If we are to win this war, that may be exactly what we need. By the time I'm through, the governor won't be able to hang Vane out of fear of losing the street." Flint watched the men on the beach waiting by the sloops to leave and he sighed, staring at his horse before giving the reins to Bones. He was the one who had to save Vane and Naida.

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While staring at my feet the one thing had happened which I never thought and hoped to happen again, being chained.

I heard the lock of my prison being opened and the sound of soft footsteps could be heard from the right of me while I kept my eyes on the dirty floor.

I couldn't care less who it was.

After a moment of silence, I finally looked up, seeing the one I hated the most.... Eleanor.

She inhaled deeply with a nervous look in her eyes behind her fake confidence and while she glanced down at me sitting on an old bench she rolled out a letter and cleared her throat before speaking up.

"I, Charles Vane, do hereby plead guilty to the charges of treason and high seas piracy. I understand that the sentence for my crimes is to be hanged by the neck until dead. It is my hope that in exchange for this plea I might be spared the humiliation of a public trial, and that my execution be carried out.... privately and mercifully."

She swallowed before watching me with fury, stepping towards the damaged table to lay it down as I furrowed my eyebrows, not even caring about what she had said.

"At noon tomorrow, you'll be transported under guard to the bay, where you'll be boarded onto the Shark and sent to London to face a Court of the Admiralty. Agree to this plea, and the governor will endorse it. We'll see to it that it is heard favorably and your experience in London will be short and dignified. Refuse to sign it, and your experience will be anything but."

I sighed before confusion and annoyance filled me and I lightly shook my head before my voice echoed through the prison cell.

"You came all the way down here to ask me to beg for mercy? What a fantasy this must have been for you. Well, even if I did sign that, we both know how empty the victory would be, seeing as you don't give a shit about my piracy or my treason. The only crime of mine that angers you is the one that no one else cared enough about to even call a crime." I scoffed at her. No matter what, I would do anything in my power to make her fail at her so-called victory. "Am I wrong? Is the murder of Richard Guthrie mentioned anywhere on that page?"

"You fucking coward." Eleanor hissed through her teeth as she watched me like I was a dead man already and I just grinned at her.

"When Charles Vane takes something from a man, he looks him in the eye and gives him a chance to deny him. It's all bullshit. It was always bullshit. You stole my father from me in the dead of night like a tank fucking cutouts, and you did it because your weren't man enough to face me, to show yourself. So you found the lowest, cruelest, weakest feed imaginable and acted it out upon an innocent man with whom you had no quarrel.... knowing that I had finally begun to build something with him, that I was finally able to see the good in him."

She raised her voice at me and her eyes became bloodshot as I expressionless glared up at her, clenching my jaw before rolling my eyes at the cold hearted woman, already knowing this was going to be a long fucking conversation.

To be honest I couldn't fucking care less what she had to say.... I just hoped so badly I could see Naida one last time before I would be hanged.

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(POV Naida Jones)

Sprinting through the busy streets with my ripped dress, tears wetted my cheeks as I thought about the news I had heard; Charles, about to be hanged by the fucking governor.

I had shook my head after the news was brought to me, not believing it at first, and afterwards I had made my way to the fortress where I was told he was being kept before pounding onto the fort's doors.

Nobody had opened up, nobody cared about my screams or cries, nobody.... literally nobody in that fucking fortress cared.

I had stood before that fucking locked door all day and all night, crying with my back against it.... and here I was today, heart pounding into my chest as I watched Charles standing before the gallows with tears in my eyes.

"TODAY MARKS THE SILENCING OF THE MOST DISRUPTIVE OF THOSE VOICES AND A STEP TOWARDS THE RETURN OF CIVILIZATION IN NASSAU."

My mind had drifted off to the thought of losing my only home, the only one I truly shared love with.

His blue eyes, that gave me comfort when I needed it, would soon leave its vivid glow. His body, that granted me warmth when I was cold, would soon within minutes from now be swinging limp above the square. His heart, that had beaten on the same rhythm as mine had and that was filled with love would soon stop beating for good. The man that those assholes think they know, that they dare to judge, was nothing like they told the crowd. He wasn't an untamed animal, he wasn't a monster, he was an honourable man unlike those assholes.

One who dared to stand his ground if he wanted something, one who would protect the people he loved and also cared for them, one who would fight for his freedom. That will all soon fade like it never had existed. He would soon fade away from this world, away from me and away from his unborn child. My lip began to tremble as I watched the blue eyed man shaking his head at Billy and two other unknown men, I had no idea why. He then switched his attention from them and surveyed the crowd until his piercing blue eyes stopped when he saw me, staring right into my bloodshot, watery, hazel eyes.

His gaze became soft and tried to give me the same comfort he had once did before we lost each other by civilisation. Shaking my head at him, I, for the third time, bursted out into tears.... I was so afraid of losing him. His eyes no matter what never left mine as he took a deep breath, seeing the pain in his eyes as he dropped his stare lower to my stomach.

"These men who brought me here today do not fear me. These men who brought me here today because they fear you..." the crowd had quieted down and I silently sobbed, listening to the man I loved so badly. "Because they know that my voice, a voice that refuses to be enslaved, once lived in you. And may yet still. They brought me here today to show you death and use it to frighten you into ignoring that voice. But know this. We are many. They are few. To fear death is a choice. And they can't hang us all."

Confidence and anger was hearable in his voice as he glanced up at Eleanor before taking a step back, looking over his shoulder. "Get on with it, motherfucker."

With no fear he locked eyes with me one last time as the noose was tied around his neck and in a whisper he formed the words with his lips one more time.

'I love you.'

"Proceed!"

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