finngualart:Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even moreDrawings for @old-long-john&ls
finngualart:Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even moreDrawings for @old-long-john‘s SFBB fic. In the year 1725, or thereabouts, John Silver finds himself driven by a storm into an inconsequential little port town, barely a speck on any civilised map. Returned to the life of a drifter, tired and rough around the edges, he is resigned to waiting for the weather to pass before he can sail on again to the next town, and the next, and the next. That is until he overhears a conversation in the inn about a local fisherman, one Captain Barlow, and his tall tales of tempests and becalmings, devils and sharks, and Silver finds a new future opening up to him, haunted by the spectres of his past.Read all of it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14937761 -- source link
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