"So let me get this straight," Silver stopped, his brows pinching as the feared Captain Flint snorted. Silver glared, and restarted, "So you're not straight?"

Flint looked at Silver, and then he looked some more. Silver turned to the ghost of Gates and even Gates shrugged. "I like women," Flint finally acquiesced.

"But Thomas?" Silver asked.

"Yes, and I like Thomas."

"But Thomas was a man."

"Yes."

"So you like women and men."

"That would be the logical conclusion."

"So to get straight to the point." Ghost Gates snorted. "You're bisexual?"

"I guess." Flint shrugged.

"You guess?" Silver looked gobsmacked.

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yes, without shame." Flint looked sad for a moment, a thousand years of grief and turmoil passing in his eyes, looking to Silver, maybe for understanding.

"There should be no shame in love." Silver responded, words soft, and full of meaning, leaving our love unsaid.

"Yet, there is." Flint turned his eyes towards the horizon, "And that is why England will burn. For this shame it tries to give those who love."

"Then it will burn." Silver says, the promise, the declaration, I will burn it for our love. The world will burn. For the pain it's brought and the pain it will bring. I will burn it.

Flint and Silver continued to duel, swords ringing out on the top of the sand dune. Their minds on more than just this battle, but those to come. The crew unaware of what just occurred between the two men above them. A war was declared. A war on the world.