Saint of BlackSails
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They whisper the word 'Pirates' with such disdain and disgust.
They all think that we are one and the same. They believe the filth that smeared on our faces meant that we all live to destroy, to steal, and to kill. They think that we simply hate order and celebrate chaos. But we are not all the same.
Some of us want order. Some of us beg and pray for peace. But our peace and your peace are different. And because of that, some of us must fight and destroy so that we reach the utopia.
And because of that we follow roar and the commands of our Captain. We shiver in admiration at the color of the Blacksails. Since, it is never the deaths of many that we want, but simply, freedom.
Wouldn't you fight to destroy oppression?
Come and breathe with the freedom of The Blacksails and understand, truly understand, liberty.
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