@gaysails and i were talking about who i would recast in my ideal version of black sails and im recasting eleanor as saoirse ronan, vane as trevante rhodes, alfred hamilton as brian cox, blackbeard as james gandolfini, hornigold as nathan lane, dufresne as russell tovey. obviously this is a fake version that doesn’t have a budget. i will take suggestions as to who i should recast for billy because i think we can improve on him no offense hopper
this is the most dangerous part. look at him. his mind is drowning in questions. did i make the right decision? how am i going to explain to my proprietors that i gave up their goods without a fight? what kind of man am i? you hope he has answers to those questions. you hope that he can reassure himself that he made the right decision. you hope that he doesn’t realize that the thing he thought he was surrendering to, the thing that drove fear into his heart the moment he saw the black…that that thing is nowhere to be found. are you him? are you captain flint? men in these waters they are hard men. they don’t fear ships. they don’t fear guns. they don’t fear swords. then what do they fear?
say what you will about jack rackham but the man knew how to serve cunt. I don’t just mean his dandy little outfits, either. or the fact that he remained best friends with his gay ex. or the fact that he imprinted on a het beefcafe like a duckling and spent much of his life navigating the messy waters of “do i want to be him or do i want to be with him?”. I mean that Jack Rackham got arrested by a homicidal colonist, was facing imprisonment (if not outright execution), and literally his first instinct was to read woodes rogers for filth over his memoir. my guy really sat down in his office, took a gulp of his wine, and said: “you’re shit, you look like shit, your self-importance is shit, and your book was a snore. your memoir is literally in my dnf pile. it sucked ass.” every time i watch black sails i mourn the fact that jack rackham didn’t live to see the invention of poppers.