farashasilver:

Man, y’all are making me write from Silver’s perspective. It’s fun, but it makes for long ficlets because of his penchant for analyzing absolutely everything.

Laudanum made it difficult for Silver to crawl out of the images that plagued him in sleep, but he did it anyway, heaving himself up to a sitting position on the window seat that had become his bunk of late. The last thing he needed was to indulge in fantasies about the man he was currently sharing a cabin with, not when that man had been the tangential cause of Silver’s misery. The back of his tongue tasted sour and bitter all at once, his head rang with the sound of pounding rain on the quarterdeck, and his toes hurt.

Not the toes that were still there. That would have been easy. The toes from his fucking missing leg hurt, and Silver stared down at the stump of his thigh, narrow-eyed and seething. Not for the first time, he regretted stealing the page out of that fucking ledger and getting himself into this fucking mess in the first place. He should have left well enough alone, weaseled his way onto the crew as cook, and then scarpered off to civilization at his soonest chance.

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