It's not a secret that Charles was a slave, but it's also not a thing he talks about. It's a thing he'd confessed to Jack one night, when there had been a shipment of slaves in the harbor destined for the inland plantations. Charles had stared and then gone and drunk himself into a stupor. Jack had come to fish him out of a fight in the tavern and haul him back to his tent, stumbling and belligerent. He'd wiped Charles's brow, given him water, and said if I'm to be your keeper I at least deserve to know why you've gotten yourself into this state. And Charles had told him, words slurring together, not the specifics but the general idea.

A series of vignettes exploring an a/b/o Black Sails.

"I had another dream about Charles last night," Jack tells Anne over lunch. "So?" "So, this is the third time in as many days. What do you suppose it means?" Anne stirs her soup disinterestedly. "It don't have to mean anything." (The Ghost!Charles story nobody asked for.)