And now, in this cage, in the belly of this thing that has swallowed us whole, I wonder if the civilization of Nassau isn't exactly what I tried to achieve all those years ago. If resisting it doesn't set me in opposition to everything I once understood to be good and right. To forgive. To make order of chaos. I wonder if the pardons are the victory and that the most enlightened thing that I can do is sit still. Accept what appears to be inevitable.
And let this be the end of Captain Flint.















