"It’s a chronicle," Dufresne whispered, tracing the letters. "A record of everything we’ve done—and everything we’re about to do. But it’s written in the tongue of the privateers from the South, the French."
John Silver, ever the opportunist, leaned in with a smirk. "HDTV? Sounds like a royal decree or a curse. And 'Saison 1'? That implies there’s more of this tragedy to follow." Black Sails Saison 1 FRENCH HDTV
The humid air of New Providence Island tasted of salt and rot, a fitting scent for a place where men came to reinvent themselves or die trying. On the deck of the Walrus , Captain James Flint stared into the horizon, his mind a jagged map of ambition and desperation. That implies there’s more of this tragedy to follow
Dufresne pried the lid open. Inside lay a series of strange, glowing glass plates, etched with markings that seemed to capture light itself. At the top of the stack was a parchment with bold, ink-stamped letters: Inside lay a series of strange
"What's the prize then?" Billy Bones asked, his massive arms crossed.