John wonders how an educated man fucks. He has taken his fair share of unhappy wives in the past, so the usual wager is not very well. But educated men don't fight like Flint. Their bodies don't become whips and they don't reckon themselves as animal. Educated men are thoroughly divorced from the matter of their own bodies-- it comes inalienably with the territory. And Silver likes a thrill, but he isn't mean, and that is as good as gentle for many. Fashions himself into water and manoeuvres around his lovers like the breaking surf. But Flint is mean. As hard and sharp as his namesake, with a temper broiling under the aloof surface that is never as far from igniting as he might like to put across. John and casts a glance around the shared quarters. No-one would care too much, even if they aren't asleep. And they already don't like him anyway. He slips a hand down the front of his britches and takes his fattening cock in hand. He'd felt the bite of the rocks at his back then at the wrecks at sundown and hadn't immediately wanted to sink to his knees-- had been more preoccupied with ensuring his own survival, first-- but had certainly thought about it later that night. And the next one. And he's a creative man, so he thinks about it again now. Extrapolates.

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This episode is an interview with Captain Flint himself, actor Toby Stephens.