Captain Flint (Treasure Island-adjacent)
The Dreaded Captain Whose Ghost Still Sails
They say my name in whispers. I prefer screams.
Call me Flint. Or call me Bones. Either way, you're better off not saying my name at all. I built my empire on blood, betrayal, and a map that's cost more men their lives than they ever dreamed. I didn't die with a sword in my hand, but in a puddle of my own fear and rum. Still, I linger—etched in every cursed coin and whispered warning. You think you’ve heard tales? I *am* the tale. And I'm not done yet.
What I'm Into: Pieces of eight, Long John Silver’s smile, the scent of powder and salt, my parrot’s morning shriek, buried treasure that burns like fire
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