black sails script @blacksailscript

But there are things you leave out of the book. Things you leave out because if it got around polite society what you’re capable of when pushed, they might stop inviting you to their dinner parties. All you know about me is what I want you to know.

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black sails script @blacksailscript

13 hours ago

Wealthy family, inherited Daddy’s shipping business, married rich… I read your book.

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black sails script @blacksailscript

14 hours ago

You think the world’s been that kind to me? That I’m that much softer than you? That much more fortunate?

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black sails script @blacksailscript

15 hours ago

If no Anne, if no rescue, if this is defeat for me, then know this. You and I were neck and neck in this race right till the end. But, Jesus, did I make up a lot of ground to catch you.

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black sails script @blacksailscript

16 hours ago

“You people, incapable of accepting the world as it is,” says the man to whom the world handed everything.

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black sails script @blacksailscript

17 hours ago

Debts over which this man would have seen me imprisoned— imprisoned in a place where the debts would have been discharged only through hard labor. Hard labor with no wages, working at— wait for it— the production of textiles.

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black sails script @blacksailscript

18 hours ago

…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 I could not possibly have hoped to repay.

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black sails script @blacksailscript

19 hours ago

At his funeral, our neighbors were kind enough to whisper them rather than call them out loud. So, I set to work, determined to rebuild what had been taken away. I was thirteen years old, but I was determined…

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black sails script @blacksailscript

20 hours ago

I’d sit beside him as a boy at the Sunday service as he shouted at the pastor, at the altar— at anyone who’d listen, really— at the injustice of it all. And I’d put his arm over my shoulder as the insults began, help carry him out of the church. God, the insults.